<?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-224900942676044836</id><updated>2011-10-01T05:18:34.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubsmith's/Burnham's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-7232110844979550</id><published>2011-01-03T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:09:43.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day in the Nursery</title><content type='html'>We took Ian to Nursery in church yesterday. We didn't really want him to go. But he loved it and ran straight for the toys. I told him goodbye. He was good with it. He loves toys and kids. Whenever we take him to the park, he always finds a little kid and has to hug him. The only problem is he won't let go. He loves his cousin, Chandler. He hugs him as well and won't let go. Anyway, back to my story, when I went to pick him up they were all sitting in a circle singing "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree". You have to picture all the other kids sitting there just staring off into space. And then there was Ian. He was rocking out! He was shaking his head side to side and trying to do the popping motions with his hands. He was having a great time! Too funny. Also, I got a new calling. Primary. I knew it was coming when they passed a Primary substitute list around in Relief Society and noone signed up. Then the Primary Presidency personally asked me if I would be on sub list. I said okay. Then the next week they are giving me a calling. Funny how that happens. I truly LOVE Relief Society and will miss it so much. So I am so sad to leave it. I love to learn. That is why I like going to church. I have a hard time wanting to be the teacher. But oh well. I will try to make a difference in their lives. I have learned over the years that one person can make a difference. Think of all the teachers that made a difference in your life. I will put a lot of prayer and fasting into this calling and hope to touch their lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-7232110844979550?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7232110844979550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-day-in-nursery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/7232110844979550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/7232110844979550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-day-in-nursery.html' title='1st day in the Nursery'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-5039621305504720605</id><published>2010-12-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:13:03.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's 15th birthday party!</title><content type='html'>These pictures aren't from Taylor's party that she had with her friends. That was a sleep over party. These pictures are from the night of her actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWCk8FjHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rClLLoyov3I/s1600/P1010293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550570036777028722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWCk8FjHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rClLLoyov3I/s400/P1010293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the cake I made her. It is suppose to be a purse. Matt helped me. He made the peace sign and he cut out a bunch of the zebra stripes and placed them on the cake. Not bad for an 11-year old. I am pretty happy how the zipper turned out. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to make cake look like a zipper but I think it look pretty realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWCRnFnwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4EseH3E9Ozw/s1600/P1010304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550570031588679426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWCRnFnwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4EseH3E9Ozw/s400/P1010304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor and Ian at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. Taylor really loves Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWCFIZ7lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dLQT4z1a96c/s1600/P1010305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550570028238761554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWCFIZ7lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dLQT4z1a96c/s400/P1010305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything he does is cute to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWB4JmwrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lAT5-Q48jzU/s1600/P1010306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550570024754135730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWB4JmwrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lAT5-Q48jzU/s400/P1010306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those cute hair &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extensions&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWBY5WIHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gwT0M8vRXos/s1600/P1010309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550570016364437618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWBY5WIHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gwT0M8vRXos/s400/P1010309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, me smiling at the camera. I tried to get Aaron to smile at the camera too but he ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-5039621305504720605?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5039621305504720605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/taylors-15th-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/5039621305504720605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/5039621305504720605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/taylors-15th-birthday-party.html' title='Taylor&apos;s 15th birthday party!'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeWCk8FjHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rClLLoyov3I/s72-c/P1010293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-6503092405290821519</id><published>2010-12-14T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:03:48.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>Okay, yes I am a sad case of a blogger. I haven't updated forever. And....I don't have pictures of my other kids in their costumes. This is because they were not with me for Halloween. They went to their dad's. I asked them to put on their costumes for me just for pictures but they wouldn't. Taylor was Lady Gaga and Matt was a scary clown. Well here are my pics of my little FedEx guy......just like daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeROttV5FI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Jxm9jzOQjs0/s1600/P1010258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564747731395666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeROttV5FI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Jxm9jzOQjs0/s400/P1010258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go get candy. Or make a delivery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeRN-BTbAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8rMVB9NiQNc/s1600/P1010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564734930217986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeRN-BTbAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8rMVB9NiQNc/s400/P1010262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Give me the camera mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeRNvyR4oI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LkGyYcj7G4k/s1600/P1010265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564731109106306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeRNvyR4oI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LkGyYcj7G4k/s400/P1010265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box. Very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeRNe2MKmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/L-LuKGjVo14/s1600/P1010266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564726562105954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeRNe2MKmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/L-LuKGjVo14/s400/P1010266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a hard time getting in focus shots with my camera. My camera blurs the pictures when the subject moves. And my little subject moves a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQylUYo8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2VZ5zgzEfE0/s1600/P1010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564264442897346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQylUYo8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2VZ5zgzEfE0/s400/P1010272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm back with candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQyDRomaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9zda9_yr_sM/s1600/P1010273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564255304554914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQyDRomaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9zda9_yr_sM/s400/P1010273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum. Who needs to remove wrappers before eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQx6s4tmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1nEuQ3p5w9w/s1600/P1010275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564253002937954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQx6s4tmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1nEuQ3p5w9w/s400/P1010275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQxngIttI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gMO82-q8-Jk/s1600/P1010277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564247849187026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQxngIttI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gMO82-q8-Jk/s400/P1010277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What else is in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQxZ0Qb1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xd-P98Z0Qks/s1600/P1010283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550564244175482706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeQxZ0Qb1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xd-P98Z0Qks/s400/P1010283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blurry. But how cute and little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick story. We went to trick or treat at Lou's house. He is a 60 year guy I work with. He only lives a few blocks away. After Aaron wanted to go hit a few other houses in Lou's neighborhood. Only because he wanted more of Ian's candy for himself. We go to this lady's house. Me: Trick or treat. Lady: Can I have one? Me: Uh, okay. Sure. (Thinking she was joking). She takes one. Lady: Can I have another one? Me: Uh, yeah. She takes another. Now I can tell she isn't joking. I just stare at her. Lady: Do want one of mine? Me: Yeah. She gives me one of her candies. I get the heck out of there with Ian. I learned my lesson. Never go trick or treating to stranger's houses. But Aaron didn't. He still is motivated by getting more candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-6503092405290821519?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6503092405290821519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6503092405290821519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6503092405290821519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TQeROttV5FI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Jxm9jzOQjs0/s72-c/P1010258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-9088094926593799761</id><published>2010-06-06T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:12:29.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgPlf-0WI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/w1qA4wHCGnw/s1600/P1010110.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is my big boys birthday. I am so happy he is in my life. What a blessing. We had a party for him yesterday. These pictures are very out of order but enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgPJyyS0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/j2wLoSnF2jI/s1600/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479860660046285634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgPJyyS0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/j2wLoSnF2jI/s400/P1010146.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy birthday cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgOrR5elI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DQX8AICgiGc/s1600/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479860651855280722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgOrR5elI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DQX8AICgiGc/s400/P1010156.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian and daddy have their sports shirts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgOAKUxHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TBwE2pnmqkM/s1600/P1010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479860640280790130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgOAKUxHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TBwE2pnmqkM/s400/P1010149.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is starting to get messy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgNgN8YBI/AAAAAAAAATw/9m6IhJl-2l4/s1600/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479860631706034194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgNgN8YBI/AAAAAAAAATw/9m6IhJl-2l4/s400/P1010133.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of Ian's birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxeyV44IHI/AAAAAAAAATo/-V0S98OIqnk/s1600/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxexiZ6KKI/AAAAAAAAATg/QxrS-wZgp3s/s1600/P1010160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859051745126562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxexiZ6KKI/AAAAAAAAATg/QxrS-wZgp3s/s400/P1010160.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Kiss Sandwich from mommy and daddy. (For those of you that don't know that really is me, I colored my hair dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxexJ4ZHyI/AAAAAAAAATY/njXknGveHeY/s1600/P1010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859045162098466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxexJ4ZHyI/AAAAAAAAATY/njXknGveHeY/s400/P1010158.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aw, that smile warms my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxewyzquFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-0mLqg6AGNs/s1600/P1010155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859038968264786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxewyzquFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-0mLqg6AGNs/s400/P1010155.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian's cute point. You can't really see it, my camera sinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxewWUKpzI/AAAAAAAAATI/g0_IxMqZfcE/s1600/P1010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdnHEYH_I/AAAAAAAAATA/zuc3XjtS7VQ/s1600/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479857773096738802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdnHEYH_I/AAAAAAAAATA/zuc3XjtS7VQ/s400/P1010124.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdms2ONqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GgOgzfJCVDE/s1600/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479857766058047138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdms2ONqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GgOgzfJCVDE/s400/P1010112.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdmASWY3I/AAAAAAAAASw/riGc2W377lM/s1600/P1010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479857754096427890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdmASWY3I/AAAAAAAAASw/riGc2W377lM/s400/P1010104.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this photo. Doesn't he look cute in a hat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdlrnurGI/AAAAAAAAASo/UQ-20KRwPqw/s1600/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479857748548955234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdlrnurGI/AAAAAAAAASo/UQ-20KRwPqw/s400/P1010100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdlMwUlvI/AAAAAAAAASg/XBf31PavleI/s1600/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479857740263495410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxdlMwUlvI/AAAAAAAAASg/XBf31PavleI/s400/P1010098.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian was giving everyone kisses and we have it on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxciKhWnGI/AAAAAAAAASY/d9CXVCILa8M/s1600/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856588612607074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxciKhWnGI/AAAAAAAAASY/d9CXVCILa8M/s400/P1010083.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and Ian are in matching basketball outfits. I love making them twinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxchVOdr7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/23n6Nopi-z4/s1600/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856574306299826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxchVOdr7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/23n6Nopi-z4/s400/P1010082.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melting cupcakes with fondant basketballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxcg3fFZrI/AAAAAAAAASI/KCeJIQGmk40/s1600/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856566322947762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxcg3fFZrI/AAAAAAAAASI/KCeJIQGmk40/s400/P1010081.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The basketball cake that took me all day to make. It was my first time using/making fondant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856556862484690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxcgUPiMNI/AAAAAAAAASA/WYsf2Diqo4g/s400/P1010094.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The sported up birthday highchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxcf2pJFyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/arpsFwDDj0c/s1600/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479856548916827938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxcf2pJFyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/arpsFwDDj0c/s400/P1010090.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO BIG!!!! And he is always crossing his feet in his highchair. I love him so much. This is a better focused picture of his sported up highchair too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the things Ian does at 1 year old:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. He does the cutest SO BIG and then claps for himself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. He points at everything and but with his thumb out. He points to pictures in story books as I read about them to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. He loves outside and cries if I won't let him out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. He says, "mama" , "da", "ba, ba" (bye, bye), "bababa" (basketball), "ba" (ball)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. He waves bye, bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. He is already into every cupboard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7.He likes to put toys under his dresser, in the vents, and down the stairs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. He drinks from a sippy cup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. He hates laying down for a diaper change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. He throws himself back when he is having a fit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11. He loves broom brooms and makes the car noise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12. He still doesn't sleep through the night and he is an early riser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;13. He loves kids and adores the kids at daycare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;14. He has 6 teeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15. He loves to sing and rocks out to the music his toys play&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-9088094926593799761?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9088094926593799761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/ians-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/9088094926593799761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/9088094926593799761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/ians-1st-birthday.html' title='Ian&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/TAxgPJyyS0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/j2wLoSnF2jI/s72-c/P1010146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-1563813992303731123</id><published>2010-04-18T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:21:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's crawling</title><content type='html'>Ian starting crawling on Thursday. I thought it was so cute at first, but then it wasn't very cute anymore. He was into everything. It made me laugh though when he crawled under the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bar stool&lt;/span&gt; and then he couldn't get back out. He is also teething on the top gums. It looks like the top four teeth are all going to come in at the same time. The outer teeth right next to the top front teeth might even come in slightly faster because they broke through first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-1563813992303731123?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1563813992303731123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-crawling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1563813992303731123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1563813992303731123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-crawling.html' title='He&apos;s crawling'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-3811251010340822330</id><published>2010-04-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:13:53.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8SD64O_8sI/AAAAAAAAARw/3p7Ss0YIBPo/s1600/christonwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459633695830831810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8SD64O_8sI/AAAAAAAAARw/3p7Ss0YIBPo/s400/christonwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I normally wouldn't blog about moments so special that could be mocked or discredited but I really wanted to because I love the savior so much. I have been lucky in my life to develop a relationship with my savior. This came by studying his life and having a great appreciation and love for all he has done. I love goodness in people. I love people loving people. I always appreciate when I am loved. It gives me strength and hope to move forward. We all need to love as the savior taught by example. I try to emulate the savior's love. I am not perfect at it and haven't been good at it for the last little while. I used to like walking around on campus and try to be christ-like. I would smile at everyone and hope that I could emulate the savior. I am a dork, I know. I loved, loved, loved conference Easter weekend. The talks touched me personally. I think these talks and fasting (well not a true fast) prepared me to feel the spirit at church this last sunday. It has been a few years since I have felt the spirit burning in my heart. I love that feeling and never want it to leave, but it always does. I was so happy to feel the spirit again! I have been longing for it. I know god live and loves us. I am sad because my children have told me they have never had that feeling. I pray and hope that they will be blessed with that testimony some day. &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/224900942676044836-3811251010340822330?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3811251010340822330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3811251010340822330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3811251010340822330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-spirit.html' title='Feeling the Spirit'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8SD64O_8sI/AAAAAAAAARw/3p7Ss0YIBPo/s72-c/christonwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-2966376688376193186</id><published>2010-04-12T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:53:50.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Pb7kgK44I/AAAAAAAAARo/PWvbjL358ns/s1600/04-12-10+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448989760545666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Pb7kgK44I/AAAAAAAAARo/PWvbjL358ns/s400/04-12-10+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Pb7ZRHGsI/AAAAAAAAARg/nRGDPxja4go/s1600/04-12-10+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448986744593090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Pb7ZRHGsI/AAAAAAAAARg/nRGDPxja4go/s400/04-12-10+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Pb6pRlBSI/AAAAAAAAARY/Pen8kdnAFac/s1600/04-12-10+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448973861651746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Pb6pRlBSI/AAAAAAAAARY/Pen8kdnAFac/s400/04-12-10+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbWRhYusI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HnooIoSHcP8/s1600/04-12-10+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448349010213570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbWRhYusI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HnooIoSHcP8/s400/04-12-10+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbV86rWqI/AAAAAAAAARI/zity5vbTKI4/s1600/04-12-10+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448343479147170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbV86rWqI/AAAAAAAAARI/zity5vbTKI4/s400/04-12-10+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbVTYHElI/AAAAAAAAARA/XYY2FHWyUxE/s1600/04-12-10+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448332328309330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbVTYHElI/AAAAAAAAARA/XYY2FHWyUxE/s400/04-12-10+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbUyegTuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/p4tIT8Fr82o/s1600/04-12-10+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448323496759010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbUyegTuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/p4tIT8Fr82o/s400/04-12-10+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbT8KlqUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NQcvT2YHKeA/s1600/04-12-10+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448308917709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PbT8KlqUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NQcvT2YHKeA/s400/04-12-10+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PactCalLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UJWIMJ34Vqk/s1600/04-12-10+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447359964091570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PactCalLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UJWIMJ34Vqk/s400/04-12-10+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PacM83qXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ue0a1blrYec/s1600/04-12-10+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447351350897010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PacM83qXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ue0a1blrYec/s400/04-12-10+076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PabjuAzGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lLZpf8SIgKk/s1600/04-12-10+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447340282727522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PabjuAzGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lLZpf8SIgKk/s400/04-12-10+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Paa72X9CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/w7kJqAuvRvM/s1600/04-12-10+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447329580381218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Paa72X9CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/w7kJqAuvRvM/s400/04-12-10+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Paah-N9NI/AAAAAAAAAQI/e1xL3HLoktQ/s1600/04-12-10+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447322633958610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Paah-N9NI/AAAAAAAAAQI/e1xL3HLoktQ/s400/04-12-10+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PZmyjduJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HJBbiuFnhrM/s1600/04-12-10+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459446433731950738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PZmyjduJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HJBbiuFnhrM/s400/04-12-10+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/224900942676044836-2966376688376193186?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2966376688376193186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2966376688376193186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2966376688376193186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/e.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8Pb7kgK44I/AAAAAAAAARo/PWvbjL358ns/s72-c/04-12-10+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-853556350136273988</id><published>2010-04-12T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:39:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Pictures.....no they're not of me, maybe next time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYXGmN0TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7KgCdH6zf4Y/s1600/04-12-10+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445064722665778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYXGmN0TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7KgCdH6zf4Y/s400/04-12-10+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the two front teeth pictures I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYWpod_II/AAAAAAAAAPw/3Q_vIFOFIbc/s1600/04-12-10+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445056947485826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYWpod_II/AAAAAAAAAPw/3Q_vIFOFIbc/s400/04-12-10+104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you love his big boy hair do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYWf5M_AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GaeCVtPv7o8/s1600/04-12-10+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445054333320194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYWf5M_AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GaeCVtPv7o8/s400/04-12-10+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy bought his air Jordan outfit a year ago...it finally fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYVZ64cEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kVKTlkVl09Y/s1600/04-12-10+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445035549880386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYVZ64cEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kVKTlkVl09Y/s400/04-12-10+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron will be mad that I posted this, but it was so cute, I couldn't help myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYUZUHTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nM2xzyugmRs/s1600/04-12-10+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459445018207407602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYUZUHTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nM2xzyugmRs/s400/04-12-10+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All slicked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/224900942676044836-853556350136273988?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/853556350136273988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/cute-picturesno-theyre-not-of-me-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/853556350136273988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/853556350136273988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/cute-picturesno-theyre-not-of-me-maybe.html' title='Cute Pictures.....no they&apos;re not of me, maybe next time'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PYXGmN0TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7KgCdH6zf4Y/s72-c/04-12-10+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-7437971227012472130</id><published>2010-04-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:31:14.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Animal Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWThUjaXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NIL3zIfap_k/s1600/04-12-10+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442804153608562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWThUjaXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NIL3zIfap_k/s400/04-12-10+139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 3 little bears! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ggrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWClAoRaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/u0ZfiGmCXtc/s1600/04-12-10+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442513086006690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWClAoRaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/u0ZfiGmCXtc/s400/04-12-10+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pappa&lt;/span&gt; Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWCGS_8RI/AAAAAAAAAPA/usoS2CldUUM/s1600/04-12-10+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442504841556242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWCGS_8RI/AAAAAAAAAPA/usoS2CldUUM/s400/04-12-10+143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWBfd2huI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0QtO5bmI_qo/s1600/04-12-10+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442494418093794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWBfd2huI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0QtO5bmI_qo/s400/04-12-10+145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian loved pulling the rabbit's ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWAwsAMXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LjQ9Kod1UVs/s1600/04-12-10+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442481860981106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWAwsAMXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LjQ9Kod1UVs/s400/04-12-10+132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby bear......aw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWAL099mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P9w7YrmMzTc/s1600/04-12-10+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442471966471778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWAL099mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P9w7YrmMzTc/s400/04-12-10+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian loved the baby bears. So did I. I wanted to hold them so bad. They were like little babies. They loved being held and if they weren't being held they'd climb up their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instructors&lt;/span&gt; leg. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/224900942676044836-7437971227012472130?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7437971227012472130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-animal-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/7437971227012472130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/7437971227012472130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-animal-days.html' title='Baby Animal Days'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S8PWThUjaXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NIL3zIfap_k/s72-c/04-12-10+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-2484720209263106717</id><published>2010-04-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:49:54.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 month checkup</title><content type='html'>I am so worried about Ian because at his 9 month checkup he hadn't gained any weight. He is only in the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile for his weight. He is in the 84&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile for his height. I don't think anything is wrong with my milk or anything like that, I think he has a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;. We are lucky to get him to drink 4 or 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ozs&lt;/span&gt; of milk at a time. He should be drinking at least 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ozs&lt;/span&gt; at each feeding. Plus, he only eats about a half of a jar of baby food at at time. He has been eating the same amount for probably the last four months. I think the kids has to start eating more so he can gain some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chubbies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-2484720209263106717?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2484720209263106717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-month-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2484720209263106717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2484720209263106717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-month-checkup.html' title='9 month checkup'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-1590986896446492446</id><published>2010-04-08T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:03:07.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>When you can't go into work on April 1st because your baby is running a fever, just know that your co-workers have a lot of time to construct April fool's jokes and this is what you get........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S75N0uJTdnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uw-aSItvkq8/s1600/4-1-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457885366555211378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S75N0uJTdnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uw-aSItvkq8/s400/4-1-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to play jokes on people at work, especially on April fools. I have put "Use other door" signs up on all the doors, I have rigged chairs to practically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;collapse&lt;/span&gt; when sat on, I have left messages for people to call a number (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;morg.&lt;/span&gt;) and ask for "M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yra&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aines&lt;/span&gt;", I've turned up the volume on peoples' phones and speakers to the max, and on and on. I really had it coming to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this April fools I hadn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pranked&lt;/span&gt; anyone all day. Remember Ian was sick. So finally at the end of the night, I got Aaron's toothbrush ready for him. I never do that, so that should have been a sign. I used baby's O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ragel&lt;/span&gt; (the gum numbing gel) on Aaron's toothbrush. It was really funny because he paused in the middle of brushing his teeth and said he had this weird numbing feeling. I laughed my head off and he just kind of shrugged his shoulders, like oh well when I told him what I did. He isn't that fun to prank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love pranks. My friend's dad used to play the best pranks on his kids for April fools. One year he sewed the kids into their beds. How does one do that you ask? Well he snuck in while they slept and sewed their pajamas to their sheets. Too funny! They couldn't get out of bed. I love it! By the way, if anyone knows, is it spelled "sewed" or "sowed"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-1590986896446492446?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1590986896446492446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1590986896446492446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1590986896446492446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S75N0uJTdnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uw-aSItvkq8/s72-c/4-1-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-1263680133174817488</id><published>2010-03-25T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:08:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S6u0E1FmqmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/338Noz1E0Gs/s1600/ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452649768925178466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S6u0E1FmqmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/338Noz1E0Gs/s400/ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian has the tiniest feet. He is finally fitting into his size 1 shoes I bought him before he was born. They are the cutest, little Adidas Cleveland Cavalier shoes. They are still very roomy for him. We are going to have a problem finding shoes to fit him. Not because his feet are so small but because the tops of his feet are so fat. I tried to put some old shoes of Matt's on him. They were size 3. They didn't fit! His feet are too fat. Cute footies! If you are thinking this picture looks familiar, you are right. It is a picture I have posted before because it is all I have on me at work. So give me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-1263680133174817488?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1263680133174817488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/tiny-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1263680133174817488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1263680133174817488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/tiny-feet.html' title='Tiny Feet'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S6u0E1FmqmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/338Noz1E0Gs/s72-c/ian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8642742156002891926</id><published>2010-02-15T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:41:56.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...sitting, teething, and RSV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mSiAmrepI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Px-c4-uXmoM/s1600-h/Christmas2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438539138002025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mSiAmrepI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Px-c4-uXmoM/s400/Christmas2009+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian doesn't get much tummy time.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mShpJ5QLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RoDhSo6KOV8/s1600-h/Christmas2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438539131707277490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mShpJ5QLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RoDhSo6KOV8/s400/Christmas2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see by his facial expression, he hates it. So crawling is not expected anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mShBvaqeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JLZI1hEijG0/s1600-h/Christmas2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438539121127238114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mShBvaqeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JLZI1hEijG0/s400/Christmas2009+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the sweetie has been sitting up for a six weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mSglXdfsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sv6flTBskfQ/s1600-h/Christmas2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438539113510567618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mSglXdfsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sv6flTBskfQ/s400/Christmas2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really loves sitting up best. It is way better than laying on his tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my baby is teething! He has one tooth that has broke through on the bottom. It is so cute but getting a picture isn't going to happen yet. Once it has grown in more I will post a picture. So it has been miserable for Ian but not just because of teething, he also has RSV. His breathing sounds restricted along with a runny nose and cough. He even developed an ear infection. He is feeling much better now. But now mommy got sick too. Such is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8642742156002891926?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8642742156002891926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/updatesitting-teething-and-rsv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8642742156002891926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8642742156002891926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/updatesitting-teething-and-rsv.html' title='Update...sitting, teething, and RSV'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3mSiAmrepI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Px-c4-uXmoM/s72-c/Christmas2009+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-1169593164162128511</id><published>2010-02-14T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:03:56.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009....finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i4rpgLeYI/AAAAAAAAANw/rbfyNLManeQ/s1600-h/Christmas2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438299610064583042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i4rpgLeYI/AAAAAAAAANw/rbfyNLManeQ/s400/Christmas2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite thing in this pic is Ian's footsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i4rIkcb3I/AAAAAAAAANo/_TvSszLqnO0/s1600-h/Christmas2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438299601224101746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i4rIkcb3I/AAAAAAAAANo/_TvSszLqnO0/s400/Christmas2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the cutest pajamas ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3UwWvk-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cq24OPeuQGc/s1600-h/Christmas2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438298117255435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3UwWvk-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cq24OPeuQGc/s400/Christmas2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron is a proud kid with his new PC monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3UVEZS3I/AAAAAAAAANI/cf2SGt5Lt50/s1600-h/Christmas2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438298109930720114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3UVEZS3I/AAAAAAAAANI/cf2SGt5Lt50/s400/Christmas2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt opened the biggest box first, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3VoQFyxI/AAAAAAAAANg/VeI3rSqR9Ko/s1600-h/Christmas2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438298132259916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3VoQFyxI/AAAAAAAAANg/VeI3rSqR9Ko/s400/Christmas2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian loves toys! His eyes lit up on Christmas too, even though he is little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3Vf55YeI/AAAAAAAAANY/dIpu8T2ijMc/s1600-h/Christmas2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438298130019344866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3Vf55YeI/AAAAAAAAANY/dIpu8T2ijMc/s400/Christmas2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pics are out of order, this is daddy opening his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3UKFpsCI/AAAAAAAAANA/HmriqwHD0G4/s1600-h/Christmas2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438298106983198754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i3UKFpsCI/AAAAAAAAANA/HmriqwHD0G4/s400/Christmas2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, Taylor is excited! I am a little frightened by her expression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/224900942676044836-1169593164162128511?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1169593164162128511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-2009finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1169593164162128511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/1169593164162128511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-2009finally.html' title='Christmas 2009....finally'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/S3i4rpgLeYI/AAAAAAAAANw/rbfyNLManeQ/s72-c/Christmas2009+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8948674133306832025</id><published>2009-11-15T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:49:57.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys! ......and guess who rolled over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtElqb4uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fZOIf_N5bE4/s1600/P1000734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509847185777378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtElqb4uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fZOIf_N5bE4/s400/P1000734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and Ian were playing. Matt was acting like Ian. I thought it was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtETHv1PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fbtNX5QV3W0/s1600/P1000733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509842208445682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtETHv1PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fbtNX5QV3W0/s400/P1000733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian rolled over by himself Monday, November the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, just days after he turned 5 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtFGmRj4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hCsCiUDdZFA/s1600/P1000736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509856026693506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtFGmRj4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hCsCiUDdZFA/s400/P1000736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;. Say hi to mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtD6CEnLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NfMdBX9UH_Y/s1600/P1000732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509835473755314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtD6CEnLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NfMdBX9UH_Y/s400/P1000732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The keys in this picture have been taken away due to Ian smacking his head multiple time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtDnJGHuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-HkCbGn6TpM/s1600/P1000731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509830402940642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtDnJGHuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-HkCbGn6TpM/s400/P1000731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8948674133306832025?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8948674133306832025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-boys-and-guess-who-rolled-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8948674133306832025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8948674133306832025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-boys-and-guess-who-rolled-over.html' title='My boys! ......and guess who rolled over?'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SwCtElqb4uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fZOIf_N5bE4/s72-c/P1000734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-226030019561999409</id><published>2009-11-01T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:29:36.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Q09k6JFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0MmQ1miKYuE/s1600-h/P1000807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341874076591186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Q09k6JFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0MmQ1miKYuE/s400/P1000807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Ian monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Q1KgMMwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4tX-DzTPF4I/s1600-h/P1000802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341877546464002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Q1KgMMwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4tX-DzTPF4I/s400/P1000802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Q0ef3w5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/czJ5cX0lyKU/s1600-h/P1000782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341865733964690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Q0ef3w5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/czJ5cX0lyKU/s400/P1000782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Qz0WX7KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_XXOXLkY194/s1600-h/P1000796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341854419840162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Qz0WX7KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_XXOXLkY194/s400/P1000796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5QzkynrJI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCgArtJTmiI/s1600-h/P1000793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341850243345554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5QzkynrJI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCgArtJTmiI/s400/P1000793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P-SZteOI/AAAAAAAAALo/gTLdKvIXGCE/s1600-h/P1000788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340934773962978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P-SZteOI/AAAAAAAAALo/gTLdKvIXGCE/s400/P1000788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P9-T64lI/AAAAAAAAALg/bf0_J_6Y0Jk/s1600-h/P1000771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340929380966994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P9-T64lI/AAAAAAAAALg/bf0_J_6Y0Jk/s400/P1000771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P9trJG4I/AAAAAAAAALY/UqT5aN6dCIA/s1600-h/P1000760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340924914965378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P9trJG4I/AAAAAAAAALY/UqT5aN6dCIA/s400/P1000760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother's Dog even dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P9QQysXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Al0A-8_iu6Q/s1600-h/P1000753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340917019816306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P9QQysXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Al0A-8_iu6Q/s400/P1000753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother's girls Jazmin and Mariah with Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P8reR-6I/AAAAAAAAALI/9eY0oyTfGX4/s1600-h/P1000750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340907144280994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5P8reR-6I/AAAAAAAAALI/9eY0oyTfGX4/s400/P1000750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mariah was a mermaid.....pretty cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OtuSTpJI/AAAAAAAAALA/EyHTMqCGeEw/s1600-h/P1000748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339550689698962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OtuSTpJI/AAAAAAAAALA/EyHTMqCGeEw/s400/P1000748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bunch of the cousins. Kaiden, Matt, and Chandler are sitting above the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OtBaQEQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/v0qZjXBrvAk/s1600-h/P1000747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339538643423490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OtBaQEQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/v0qZjXBrvAk/s400/P1000747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt was a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Os71araI/AAAAAAAAAKw/24RqDnuh6cE/s1600-h/P1000745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339537146752418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Os71araI/AAAAAAAAAKw/24RqDnuh6cE/s400/P1000745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor lit up in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OsSjDEOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BLbmvMBNk0U/s1600-h/P1000743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339526063853794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OsSjDEOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BLbmvMBNk0U/s400/P1000743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We still don't know what Taylor was suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OsAk9e3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ut9xSbZZ76A/s1600-h/P1000740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339521240038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5OsAk9e3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ut9xSbZZ76A/s400/P1000740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But she looked cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-226030019561999409?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/226030019561999409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/226030019561999409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/226030019561999409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5Q09k6JFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0MmQ1miKYuE/s72-c/P1000807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-7683443002244102181</id><published>2009-11-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:51:26.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Grammy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HH6MepHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6YZQyEriDs0/s1600-h/100_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331204470056050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HH6MepHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6YZQyEriDs0/s400/100_3029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Bek, Rylie, and Natty came from Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HHt6P2cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5RBkdOV52SA/s1600-h/100_3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331201172363714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HHt6P2cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5RBkdOV52SA/s400/100_3074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron and Rylie riding on the "fast" speed on the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HHM9tjmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h2qxqhiIi-w/s1600-h/100_3088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331192328523362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HHM9tjmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h2qxqhiIi-w/s400/100_3088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian's first ride on a tractor. Farmer Ian.... I think I could make a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HG9t9iGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XHLqowAC9Ow/s1600-h/100_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331188235929698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HG9t9iGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XHLqowAC9Ow/s400/100_3072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt got his first tractor ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F_zsZKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GUXs7qZoQ4A/s1600-h/100_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399329965774285394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F_zsZKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GUXs7qZoQ4A/s400/100_3040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is scary. I am so brave to post this. Taylor thought it would be fun to give me a makeover. I think she was the only one that liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F_o5LAbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RI8ccl62uvM/s1600-h/100_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399329962875093426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F_o5LAbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RI8ccl62uvM/s400/100_3031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F_eQBZZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o_9G6nRJ4iA/s1600-h/100_3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399329960018142610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F_eQBZZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o_9G6nRJ4iA/s400/100_3028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bek and Natty playing with Ian. This was their first time meeting my butterball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F-6mKlRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fwciXT9X6SQ/s1600-h/100_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399329950447342866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F-6mKlRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fwciXT9X6SQ/s400/100_3036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy showing off Ian to Rylie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F-pQL8fI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EXVqfsQroPA/s1600-h/100_3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399329945791754738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5F-pQL8fI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EXVqfsQroPA/s400/100_3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammy's new puppy...Nikki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-7683443002244102181?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7683443002244102181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-at-grammy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/7683443002244102181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/7683443002244102181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-at-grammy.html' title='Weekend at Grammy&apos;s'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Su5HH6MepHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6YZQyEriDs0/s72-c/100_3029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-2436396172304052657</id><published>2009-10-21T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:10:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit wads</title><content type='html'>Thump. Thump. Thump, thump. Finally the noise got my attention. I was sitting at a red light talking on my cell phone to my hubby, when I looked over to see wads of paper towels stuck to the window of my car. Sick! I look over at the car to my left and sure enough, the teenagers are sitting looking straight ahead...as if they didn't do anything. But one girl gave it away, she was SMILING from ear to ear. I couldn't really get mad because, the Lord knows I did stupid things when I was a teenager for a good laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was just so flustered already. I am trying to coupon my groceries. What a nightmare! I had just been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Albertson's&lt;/span&gt;. That store is a rip off! With my coupons, I was suppose to get cereal for 20 cents, 67 cents, and the highest price was 88 cents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, that didn't work out too well. Their cereal that wasn't on sale was like $5 a box. Yikes! I kept walking around the store trying to find the deals. In the meantime, Aaron is busy watching the baby and I want to hurry home. So I just keep getting more frustrated. Well it turns out I was able is to get my cereal for $1.17 a box, which is still good, but it was disappointing when I thought my coupons were going to get me a much better deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frustration is what lead me to calling my husband on the phone on my drive home. I was so flustered. And then the spit wads set my over the top. At the next stop light, I saw some of the traffic moving and so I started to go too. Luckily someone honked their horn at me. I looked up just time to slam on my brakes! The light was still red on my side. I only got a couple of feet, I stopped right in the cross walk. Lovely! I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. So I asked Aaron if he would come outside and hose off my car for me. My sweet husband took care of it without hesitation. I spared you all the grossness of taking a picture. So you'll just have to trust me on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-2436396172304052657?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2436396172304052657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/spit-wades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2436396172304052657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2436396172304052657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/spit-wades.html' title='Spit wads'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-87582759802146570</id><published>2009-10-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:56:55.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's 4 month checkup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StaOUwZj9PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nP8BqYmYIVM/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392654091063391474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StaOUwZj9PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nP8BqYmYIVM/s400/Ian+pictures2+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian is a healthy, little 4 month old. He weighed 15 lbs. 15 oz. (71% percentile). He was 26 inches long (85% percentile). And his head was 42 1/2 cm (56% percentile). He hasn't rolled over yet but that is normal. He loves to eat his hands or have the occasional thumb. And sleeping through the night....well, that hasn't been working out too well. He sleeps from 8 p.m. to 1 a.m. and then he is up anywhere from 2 to 4 more times after 1 a.m. So I am extremely sleepy. If anything in this blog doesn't make sense, blame it on the lack of sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-87582759802146570?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/87582759802146570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/ians-4-month-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/87582759802146570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/87582759802146570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/ians-4-month-checkup.html' title='Ian&apos;s 4 month checkup'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StaOUwZj9PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nP8BqYmYIVM/s72-c/Ian+pictures2+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-396794957545305691</id><published>2009-10-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:30:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StODEzu9JHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y3lBBCrd-rM/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391797297522484338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StODEzu9JHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y3lBBCrd-rM/s400/Ian+pictures2+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a happy moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCtUShnFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/i_R50aoGvng/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCsjgnvvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ooZLCYwKmtw/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391796880850534130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCsjgnvvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ooZLCYwKmtw/s400/Ian+pictures2+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure what to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCsKMclWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tkhKslNdyRA/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391796874055030114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCsKMclWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tkhKslNdyRA/s400/Ian+pictures2+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, you truly are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCrTgeqaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Pcc7CsIIgWY/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391796859375102370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCrTgeqaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Pcc7CsIIgWY/s400/Ian+pictures2+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He started kicking and moving, he was excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCqp173oI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TE0zhYLt82c/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391796848190807682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StOCqp173oI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TE0zhYLt82c/s400/Ian+pictures2+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stuffed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-396794957545305691?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/396794957545305691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/rice-cereal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/396794957545305691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/396794957545305691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/rice-cereal.html' title='Rice Cereal'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StODEzu9JHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y3lBBCrd-rM/s72-c/Ian+pictures2+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-194294432846092817</id><published>2009-10-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:20:14.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The V-toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-s2tMF0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/40Unic61pn4/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792487957010242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-s2tMF0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/40Unic61pn4/s400/Ian+pictures2+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love Ian's feet. They are so cute. He spreads his toes apart to create the v-toe. Yes he has many talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-sVGZdLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PXnHLeFdnuI/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792478935938226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-sVGZdLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PXnHLeFdnuI/s400/Ian+pictures2+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian freshened up to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-r-h9qEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OCIVjdp6tUs/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792472877541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-r-h9qEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OCIVjdp6tUs/s400/Ian+pictures2+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy gets to feed the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-rbE_MRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XPqnMuau1ro/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792463360766226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-rbE_MRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XPqnMuau1ro/s400/Ian+pictures2+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-q1WaS1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/67wb1BOIqhg/s1600-h/Ian+pictures2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792453233298258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-q1WaS1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/67wb1BOIqhg/s400/Ian+pictures2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is what I call taking a bath with a rubber ducky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-194294432846092817?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/194294432846092817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/v-toe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/194294432846092817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/194294432846092817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/v-toe.html' title='The V-toe'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/StN-s2tMF0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/40Unic61pn4/s72-c/Ian+pictures2+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8844685874015807725</id><published>2009-10-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:58:32.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's First</title><content type='html'>Usually when a baby hits a milestone, it is a exciting moment. Well Ian hit a milestone today. But I am not happy. Today when I went to drop him off to daycare, he cried. He was watching me the whole time. So I stopped and came back to him, which made him stop crying. But as soon as I went to leave again, he cried. Aw! That breaks your heart and I am not having a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8844685874015807725?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8844685874015807725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/ians-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8844685874015807725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8844685874015807725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/ians-first.html' title='Ian&apos;s First'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-3782711032007258197</id><published>2009-09-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:19:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SsN2sGXaEfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0w9blJySR4/s1600-h/Ian_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387280079260357106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SsN2sGXaEfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0w9blJySR4/s400/Ian_smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little Ian loves the thrill of bouncing or swinging. It is so much fun for him. He will let out big squeals and smile so big from ear to ear. It is so dang cute! So I was surprised to wake up at 3:30 a.m. to hear those same squeals coming from his bedroom. I keep hearing, "aaAAWWww", "wwwWWWAAAahh". It was so loud and frequent that his giggles woke up Aaron too! We both just laid awake listening and laughing at our little bundle of joy. After about 10 minutes, I decided to go take a peek. When he saw me he gave me a big smile and was kicking his legs. What a doll! I couldn't help myself. I had to pick him up. What a wonderful boy! We are so blessed to have such a fun kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-3782711032007258197?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3782711032007258197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/giggles-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3782711032007258197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3782711032007258197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/giggles-in-night.html' title='Giggles in the Night'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SsN2sGXaEfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0w9blJySR4/s72-c/Ian_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-5959936436988316406</id><published>2009-09-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:39:43.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SrePxI0mM6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/12-I0iDKi-4/s1600-h/crazy+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383929953889170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SrePxI0mM6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/12-I0iDKi-4/s400/crazy+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was crazy hair day at Taylor's school. After failing to create a long haired mohawk with tons of gel and the clothes iron.....Taylor decided to fluff her hair into a huge puff ball. Having naturally curly hair came in handy. You can tell she loved getting her picture taken. This picture was taken after school, her hair looked more tamed by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-5959936436988316406?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5959936436988316406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-hair-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/5959936436988316406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/5959936436988316406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-hair-day.html' title='Crazy Hair Day'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SrePxI0mM6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/12-I0iDKi-4/s72-c/crazy+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-4986056522216454925</id><published>2009-09-15T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:34:05.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BR vs. Minico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SreOri1ReCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RQWedW8Kwu0/s1600-h/BR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383928758280484898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SreOri1ReCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RQWedW8Kwu0/s400/BR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went to Pocatello to watch Aaron's brother, Shad play his football game. Well the great thing about this game is that it was my school against Aaron's school. The kids came but they wanted to sit on the Bear River side with their Aunt. But I felt I should sit on the Minico side, so I could chat with Aaron's parents, since we don't get to see them a lot. It was so awkward. I would cheer when Bear River would score. Oh well. I cheered for Shad when he did something good. The first half Minico was winning and Aaron rubbed it in. He would look at me and do the "Loser sign" and what not. So in the second half when Bear River spanked them, I of course used his same sign language. Hah! Victory feels so good. But his family was pretty depressed after their loss, so it ruined my victory. I ran into a few people I know. One was my workout instructor from my old gym. She is teaching at the new Gold's Gym and really wants me to join. And my ex-sister-in-law, Rhi, is working in Logan now, so we are going to try to find time to workout together. We used to go to the gym on Saturdays together before I moved to Logan. I hope I can find time to workout, cause I love it! But with my work schedule and having a family, I might have to get up at 4:30 a.m. to workout. Yikes! And I don't know if I can do THAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-4986056522216454925?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4986056522216454925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/br-vs-minico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/4986056522216454925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/4986056522216454925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/br-vs-minico.html' title='BR vs. Minico'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SreOri1ReCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RQWedW8Kwu0/s72-c/BR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-4207718143954578840</id><published>2009-08-12T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:48:15.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's 2 month appt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SoSlJiRCjlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hAW8b5tbLHE/s1600-h/Ian+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369598238968155730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SoSlJiRCjlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hAW8b5tbLHE/s400/Ian+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SoSlJGeY8tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/08u2WaOrGM0/s1600-h/Ian+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369598231507956434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SoSlJGeY8tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/08u2WaOrGM0/s400/Ian+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have a scanner, so I used my redneck skills and took a pic of his pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldn't wait to find out how much Ian weighs. So I had Matt stand of the scale. Next I had him stand on the scale holding Ian. And there was a 13 lb difference. We were pretty close. The doctor's scale put him at 13 lbs 5 oz. and he measured 24 inches. It is easy to remember because he has gained "4" and grown "4" since his birth. We also had his tongue clipped. The bottom of his tongue was attached close to his teeth. So he really couldn't stick out his tongue. I thought I would freak out when they clipped it, but he handled it fairly well. Phew! For my sake and his! He didn't love his shots though. He cried so hard (my other kids cried for a minute and then seemed normal). But Ian wouldn't stop crying until the doctor walked out and I could quickly pull out my milk jug. I love my little guy so much. He is so smiley all the time. When he smiles at me it just melts me and I feel like a million bucks. Ian has really brought so much joy to my soul. I really needed that. I hope his pictures will bring a little joy to your souls too.&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/224900942676044836-4207718143954578840?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4207718143954578840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/ians-2-month-appt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/4207718143954578840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/4207718143954578840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/ians-2-month-appt.html' title='Ian&apos;s 2 month appt'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SoSlJiRCjlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hAW8b5tbLHE/s72-c/Ian+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8509753570285995429</id><published>2009-07-29T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:00:56.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Well I have been back to work for 1 week now, and I sure missed my work friends.  It is nice to have a job I love.  And I work with the best people.  I really love my kids and I dearly loved my summer with them.  I felt closer to them and I felt more in tune with what each one needed.  Or at least I tried.  I go pick up my baby on my lunch break and then we go home and see Tay and Matt.  So that has helped me feel okay about being back to work.  Also, Aaron gets off work earlier than I do. That makes me feel better too.  I don't like daycare.  It is not a bad thing, I just want to raise my kid my way.  But there is one problem....I am so tired!  Up with baby in the night and then I have to wake up at 5:00 a.m. for work.  Ugh!  It is really catching up to me.  I miss sleep.  But I love my baby and getting up with him is well worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8509753570285995429?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8509753570285995429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8509753570285995429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8509753570285995429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8250127131003982861</id><published>2009-07-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:49:32.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2sz01krI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xr6NUOMigf8/s1600-h/Island+Park+2009+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665868582720178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2sz01krI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xr6NUOMigf8/s400/Island+Park+2009+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2slYx2nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ph0Sy3B17lM/s1600-h/Island+Park+2009+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665864706939506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2slYx2nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ph0Sy3B17lM/s400/Island+Park+2009+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2sNrM7dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UNha8DsUtok/s1600-h/Island+Park+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665858341760466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2sNrM7dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UNha8DsUtok/s400/Island+Park+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2r6DBwhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_XaI0l-bYe8/s1600-h/Island+Park+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665853072982546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2r6DBwhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_XaI0l-bYe8/s400/Island+Park+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2rYVVyoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WUnIPRzgn2c/s1600-h/Island+Park+2009+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665844022987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2rYVVyoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WUnIPRzgn2c/s400/Island+Park+2009+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smhy9uiCviI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MM-fptJiPlQ/s1600-h/Taylor+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361661761172979234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smhy9uiCviI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MM-fptJiPlQ/s400/Taylor+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor and me during my time off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the internet at home....so my posts have been low while I was on maternity leave. I am offically back to work. I miss my baby today. I miss his smile. Here is an update on what has been going on during my time off. Taylor and Matt had a bunch of track meets. They did really well. They both did well enough to make it the district meet. And Taylor made it to state in the softball throw and the relay race. Matt made it to state in his relay race. But Matt's teammates couldn't make the trip to Richfield. So he didn't get to participate. Taylor got 2nd place at State in the softball throw and her relay team took 3rd. The funny thing is that there were only 4 relay teams and one of them got disqualified. So 3rd was by default. Matt had his 10th birthday. He had a swimming party in our backyard. I bought a $100 pool for the kids this summer. It is not very deep...only 2 ft. So it is not great but it has brought all the neighborhood to our house. Taylor went to YW camp in Heber City. We went to a family reunion. We went to Island Park and Yellowstone with all of my family. It was so fun! But most everyone came back sick. It was either a bug, food poisoning, or bad water.  We also had Ian's baby blessing.  It was given by his grandpa, Randy. It was beautiful. The kids just left for San Diego. They are going to a comic book convention....Cosmicon or something like that. And the rest of our days were playing with the baby, having family over, going to the library, or shopping. &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/224900942676044836-8250127131003982861?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8250127131003982861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-many-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8250127131003982861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8250127131003982861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-many-things.html' title='So many things'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Smh2sz01krI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xr6NUOMigf8/s72-c/Island+Park+2009+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8377338771262275996</id><published>2009-06-23T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:40:10.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics of Baby Ian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFk1b4KOtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/okvINbdP-qs/s1600-h/P1000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350668701472013010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFk1b4KOtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/okvINbdP-qs/s400/P1000521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby's first bath..........edited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFk1E8FoPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L8qnaGTxNPk/s1600-h/P1000514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350668695314473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFk1E8FoPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L8qnaGTxNPk/s400/P1000514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkWvCImII/AAAAAAAAAFE/julk9L0RhbA/s1600-h/P1000511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350668174038177922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkWvCImII/AAAAAAAAAFE/julk9L0RhbA/s400/P1000511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of my babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkWWhJA0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/W5X58TmEwM8/s1600-h/P1000506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350668167457342274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkWWhJA0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/W5X58TmEwM8/s400/P1000506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aw...these guys are my happy thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkV0Zfs6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/acuOv7sz6xA/s1600-h/P1000503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350668158298469282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkV0Zfs6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/acuOv7sz6xA/s400/P1000503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves his vibrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bassinet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkVm19xrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z7aYPvqNgCY/s1600-h/P1000499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350668154659784370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkVm19xrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z7aYPvqNgCY/s400/P1000499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The must have plaid shorts of the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkVWwlz2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-vLKwi9EaIs/s1600-h/P1000497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350668150342274914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFkVWwlz2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-vLKwi9EaIs/s400/P1000497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian asleep in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFjvjk2SRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kznUBKvynrw/s1600-h/P1000486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350667500947654930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFjvjk2SRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kznUBKvynrw/s400/P1000486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad was up for hours with the baby, talking and telling him stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFjvf6UD1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JGuKWz9Rkfc/s1600-h/P1000485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350667499963944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFjvf6UD1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JGuKWz9Rkfc/s400/P1000485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One proud papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFjgUSKBbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uPT2ZsbWM7o/s1600-h/P1000477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350667239144687026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFjgUSKBbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uPT2ZsbWM7o/s400/P1000477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/224900942676044836-8377338771262275996?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8377338771262275996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-pics-of-baby-ian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8377338771262275996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8377338771262275996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-pics-of-baby-ian.html' title='More pics of Baby Ian'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SkFk1b4KOtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/okvINbdP-qs/s72-c/P1000521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-251291741692642361</id><published>2009-06-17T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:51:29.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SjllQgBAarI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e8z6Jt9TSx0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417366625643186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SjllQgBAarI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e8z6Jt9TSx0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SjllMH9JfeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QLvhKt_pVUA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417291447533026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SjllMH9JfeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QLvhKt_pVUA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SjllFl9agiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kd0e1WwoAL4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348417179242627618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SjllFl9agiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kd0e1WwoAL4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian is here. What a beautiful, wonderful joy in our lives! He was 9 lbs. 5 ozs. and 20 inches long. He was born Sunday, June 7th. All my kids were born on "7's". Taylor the 17th of November and Matt the 7th of July. My water broke at 5:30 in the morning and I didn't have him until 3:55 p.m. It was long, but practically pain free. These days you can have an epidural as soon as you want. It makes it pretty, darn easy. I will never understand why someone wants to go all natural. &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/224900942676044836-251291741692642361?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/251291741692642361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-arrival.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/251291741692642361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/251291741692642361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-arrival.html' title='New Arrival'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SjllQgBAarI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e8z6Jt9TSx0/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8401932505225586414</id><published>2009-06-04T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:59:59.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39th Week Appointment</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the doctor today.  And I got to have an ultrasound!!! Oh, and he is still a boy. The tech measures the baby and calculates the weight of the baby using his measurements.  The tech would only tell us he weighs 8+.  But the doctor spilled the beans. I guess her exact calculation was 8 lbs. 15 o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;z's&lt;/span&gt;. One oz. away from from 9 lbs. That kind of made Aaron mad that she didn't tell us 9 lbs.  Also, I guess I still have a lot of fluid in my tummy. The doctor said, "that means you will have more contractions, more pain, measure bigger, and it will be harder to breath."  Aaron laughed and said, "you just described her to a 'T' ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get so excited to get examined.  I know that sounds weird.  It is humiliating to expose yourself but it is the coolest thing to find out that your body is making progress toward going into labor.  My tummy measured 40-41 centimeters (I thought measurements should be exact, but whatever), I am dilated to a 2, 70% effaced, and softened.  I guess that is pretty good.  It is progress but I don't think labor will happen on its own for a least another week, week in a half.  My doctor thinks he should start me next week.  He asked us what day works for us.  I was thinking the end of the week, like Friday.  And then Aaron spoke up and said with his work schedule, Mondays and Tuesdays are the best days for him.  He can get someone to cover him at work.  So the doctor scheduled us for Monday. We may not get in though because they are so busy on Monday.  I guess I have to call in at 6:00 a.m. and see if they can fit me in or not.  I signed up for the last room available.  So if people come in that start on their own, then I will probably not be able to come in.  Which is okay with me.  I would rather have my baby on a Friday. I just really want to have an extra weekend with my baby before I have to return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is exciting. The next time I post, I might be holding a little bundle in my arms!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8401932505225586414?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8401932505225586414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/39th-week-appointment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8401932505225586414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8401932505225586414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/39th-week-appointment.html' title='39th Week Appointment'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-3221994238119751811</id><published>2009-06-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:54:04.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track &amp; Field</title><content type='html'>Taylor and Matt are in track/field.  Matt has been wanting to be in track for years now.  I finally found a kid's track team. I believe Taylor is only in track to be with her friends that are in it. She is so strong in her upper body that I think she will do well in the the shot put (softball toss at this age).  Matt is the one that surprised me. He went to a track camp last week and he got 1st place in the shot put. Crazy?!  He is such a tiny, little thing.  I am excited because this Thursday is their first track meet.  I can't wait!  It will be fun to see how they match up with other kids their own ages. I will have to post pictures later if I don't go into labor by then. I know this might be too much information but I use this blog as a personal journal as well, so read on with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discretion&lt;/span&gt;....my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mucus&lt;/span&gt; plug came out on Friday.  I was sitting on my bed (no undies), when I noticed I felt wet.  I stood up and looked at down at the bed and there was a wet spot and a large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mucus&lt;/span&gt; strand.  I was so excited! I read in my pregnancy bible that labor could be one or two days away or even one or two weeks away.  So it isn't a good predictor of labor. Oh well, I guess I won't be having Ian early, unless the doctor starts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-3221994238119751811?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3221994238119751811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/track-field.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3221994238119751811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3221994238119751811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/track-field.html' title='Track &amp; Field'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-3569844225197416521</id><published>2009-05-27T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:56:15.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Week Appointment</title><content type='html'>I am getting closer. I am 50% effaced and dilated to a 2. And my tummy is 39 cm. Yeah! I even had a contraction as the nurse was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;examining&lt;/span&gt; me. This is where everything starts to count.  My doctor said he believes I am having a big baby.  Aaron asked the doctor, "Do you think the baby will be over 8 pounds?" The doctor said, "Yes, depending on when he is actually born."  I got the impression that Ian will be in the 9 lb weight range.  Maybe even 10 lb.  You've seen my brother, right?  And my husband?  The only concern my doctor has at this point is that he may have broad shoulders.  Again, you've seen my brother and husband, right?  The head shouldn't be a problem. But if the shoulders don't fit, that means the "c" word. Yuck! We have a lot to decide. I guess you have more chance of having a "c" word if you get started. So it is always better to let your body just go into labor by itself. I am so excited! I can see the end of the tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-3569844225197416521?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3569844225197416521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/38-week-appointment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3569844225197416521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/3569844225197416521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/38-week-appointment.html' title='38 Week Appointment'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-6717733503155516336</id><published>2009-05-20T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:53:30.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 week appointment</title><content type='html'>Today the doctor said I am only dilated to a 1 or 1 1/2. And I am still not effaced at all.  I guess I won't be going into labor early. Dang it! I am so swollen though and my left leg is bigger than my right, so he said my uterus position (or something like that) is on the opposite side than in most pregnancies. I don't think that really mattered, but I am not sure.  Also I guess I tested positive for the Strep B.  He said that everyone has Strep B bacteria in them at times in their life and my levels are just high right now.  It doesn't hurt me at all, but the baby can get sick when he is delivered.  So they will just put an antibiotic in my IV when I am in labor. My doctor says I am a worrier so he doesn't like to tell me any kind of news that I might take as bad news.  I think he was talking about the baby being breech.  He said the baby would probably turn which he was right.  But my boss's daughter (who is 1 1/2 weeks ahead of me) was told by her doctor that 95% of the time they just take them c-section.  So of course I was worried.  That is just the nature of pregnant women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-6717733503155516336?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6717733503155516336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/37-week-appointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6717733503155516336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6717733503155516336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/37-week-appointment.html' title='37 week appointment'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8644674372684056166</id><published>2009-05-19T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:55:30.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story</title><content type='html'>Okay now that it is getting hot outside, I am swelling even more.  Yes, I have cankles. Also my boy is packing on the weight because that is what they do in the last month.  So needless to say, my maternity clothes are getting tight on me. So today I was feeling especially cowish.  I guess it wasn't just a feeling.....because my button popped right off my maternity shirt where my baby bump is sticking out the most!  LOL!  Hope you got a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8644674372684056166?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8644674372684056166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8644674372684056166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8644674372684056166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-story.html' title='Funny story'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-6705851396353454370</id><published>2009-05-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:23:04.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGHAa9UbHI/AAAAAAAAADs/jTtA0pi7jUY/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195474717011058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGHAa9UbHI/AAAAAAAAADs/jTtA0pi7jUY/s400/Baby+Shower+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dixie and Meagan were the party planners. Look at all the food they are preparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGG0DtGsTI/AAAAAAAAADk/MJophT6joCc/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195262316556594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGG0DtGsTI/AAAAAAAAADk/MJophT6joCc/s400/Baby+Shower+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two put a lot of effort and time into this baby shower.  Everyone else in the office brought food too.  Everyone especially liked the bow tie salad that Sue made. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGGz6Qd-HI/AAAAAAAAADc/3hBj8k2uFvk/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGGztO41kI/AAAAAAAAADU/2h4ha6yFIq4/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195256284239426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGGztO41kI/AAAAAAAAADU/2h4ha6yFIq4/s400/Baby+Shower+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the presents that I received.  One of the gifts was a baby monitor. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGGztP1YNI/AAAAAAAAADM/4zQKo7B5jlM/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195256288207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGGztP1YNI/AAAAAAAAADM/4zQKo7B5jlM/s400/Baby+Shower+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everthing was decorated so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGGzuf6CgI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cqbgc2eyzr0/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195256624056834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGGzuf6CgI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cqbgc2eyzr0/s400/Baby+Shower+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best part about the decorations was they were all things I could use for the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is that recipe for the &lt;strong&gt;Bow-tie salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue's Bow Tie Salad&lt;br /&gt;1 Box Bow Tie Pasta-Cooked&lt;br /&gt;1 can pineapple tidbits-drained&lt;br /&gt;1 can mandarin oranges-drained&lt;br /&gt;1 C chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;red grapes-whole seedless&lt;br /&gt;2 finely chopped green onions&lt;br /&gt;4 chicken breasts-cooked, diced&lt;br /&gt;Dressing-1 bottle Kraft Coleslaw Dressing&lt;br /&gt;mixed with 1 C Mayonaise&lt;br /&gt;Toss in 1 can salted cashews just before serving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-6705851396353454370?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6705851396353454370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-shower-at-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6705851396353454370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6705851396353454370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-shower-at-work.html' title='Baby Shower at Work'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/ShGHAa9UbHI/AAAAAAAAADs/jTtA0pi7jUY/s72-c/Baby+Shower+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-5596198418524269997</id><published>2009-05-14T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:04:04.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Week Appointment</title><content type='html'>He turned!  Little Ian is head down. Hopefully I have escaped the need for a c-section.  My dad and my brother-in-law, John gave me a blessing on Sunday.  Looks like Ian listened.  My doctor did an ultrasound to see if Ian had turned around. I was so excited to get an ultrasound.  I thought I would be able to see details of the little guy but I was wrong.  They get so squished in there.  Everything was so blurred.  So I didn't get to see his cute little face.  At this stage, you can get a really good shot of his spin.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoopdy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;! I am still measuring big (38 centimeters).  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to a 1 1/2 and I have not effaced at all.  So it looks like it will still be awhile before I deliver this little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-5596198418524269997?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5596198418524269997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/36-week-appointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/5596198418524269997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/5596198418524269997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/36-week-appointment.html' title='36 Week Appointment'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8578439244348886020</id><published>2009-05-12T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:37:52.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more pregnancy pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgnry9cP4pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4iXvIYKuFCU/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335054494316094098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgnry9cP4pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4iXvIYKuFCU/s400/Pregnacy+36+weeks5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to see if my belly is as big as a basketball.  Aaron has his basketball in his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SgnrevZOUmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HQiV9IZuu9c/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SgnrZTy5HVI/AAAAAAAAACs/15TS0BPRaG4/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335054053640052050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SgnrZTy5HVI/AAAAAAAAACs/15TS0BPRaG4/s400/Pregnacy+36+weeks4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 36 Weeks pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SgnrUe-rpOI/AAAAAAAAACk/7QvNOwFBJRo/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335053970742944994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SgnrUe-rpOI/AAAAAAAAACk/7QvNOwFBJRo/s400/Pregnacy+36+weeks3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another 36 week picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8578439244348886020?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8578439244348886020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-more-pregnancy-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8578439244348886020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8578439244348886020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-more-pregnancy-pics.html' title='A few more pregnancy pics!'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgnry9cP4pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4iXvIYKuFCU/s72-c/Pregnacy+36+weeks5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-189739838232248682</id><published>2009-05-12T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:55:37.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touch of Terrific on Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9o6lITzI/AAAAAAAAACc/_0hNzP2jDHI/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334933375470292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9o6lITzI/AAAAAAAAACc/_0hNzP2jDHI/s400/Pregnacy+36+weeks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my big baby bump, Heather stuffed a pillow in her shirt. We were goofing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9iiyrqtI/AAAAAAAAACU/pzqbvBnYNfM/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334933266005469906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9iiyrqtI/AAAAAAAAACU/pzqbvBnYNfM/s400/Pregnacy+36+weeks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with my sisters on Mother's Day. We had a bunch of good laughs. We went to BlueBird to eat and then everyone came back to my house after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9ZkgMxYI/AAAAAAAAACM/1RsCgIAWh4o/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334933111845995906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9ZkgMxYI/AAAAAAAAACM/1RsCgIAWh4o/s400/Pregnacy+36+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Mother's Day mom! We had a great day. I hope yours was as good as mine.  My kids made me cards......so cute! I teared up.  And Aaron was the perfect hubby.  He surprised me with a card, flowers, and candy. Then he cleaned the kitchen, did the laundry, cut me up fruit, and went to church with me.  What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9TDCv1gI/AAAAAAAAACE/FtSeid97Lcg/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9LaGwIDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/H3wBfjq8jAE/s1600-h/Pregnacy+36+weeks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-189739838232248682?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/189739838232248682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/touch-of-terrific-on-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/189739838232248682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/189739838232248682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/touch-of-terrific-on-mothers-day.html' title='A Touch of Terrific on Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/Sgl9o6lITzI/AAAAAAAAACc/_0hNzP2jDHI/s72-c/Pregnacy+36+weeks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8073593017355709302</id><published>2009-05-07T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:12:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Appt. - 35 weeks</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor by myself yesterday because up to this point everything in my pregnancy has looked okay.  But to my dismay, (who uses that word) my beautiful little boy has found a new comfortable position......breech.  My doctor is optimistic that he may turn on his own.  But my boss's daughter has a baby turned breech and her doctor said 95% of the time there is a reason they are breech.....too small of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umbilical&lt;/span&gt; cord, the cord is wrapped around their neck, etc. If my baby hasn't turned by 39 weeks, then my doctor will take me into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; and do an ultrasound. If everything looks okay, he will turn the baby and start me into labor right then.  If there is a problem then I have to have the dreaded "c" word. I cried and cried. My poor husband had to comfort me last night.  He missed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laker&lt;/span&gt; game.  I didn't even realize that until this morning.  And I heard it was a good game too.  My mom and sister-in-law told me they have both had a feeling that I will have a c-section.  They felt it would be a result of his large size.  Well...I hope you will all keep me in your prayers.  I really don't want a long recovery. I was looking forward to being an active, great stay-at-home mom for my 6 weeks off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8073593017355709302?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8073593017355709302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/doctor-appt-35-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8073593017355709302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8073593017355709302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/doctor-appt-35-weeks.html' title='Doctor Appt. - 35 weeks'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-6385295551257707147</id><published>2009-04-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:37:57.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Baby Shower!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcPQrTggAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/99j_tU_-RR0/s1600-h/Shower1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745463193141250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcPQrTggAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/99j_tU_-RR0/s320/Shower1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcGbb4oOxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gxhXBKhAtMY/s1600-h/Shower1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me after arriving to my surprise. I was confused because Heather said we were leaving for a prenatal massage and then Maritza told me to follow her downstairs. Everyone was sitting there. I knew right then what was going on and after all their months of planning, all I said when I saw everyone waiting for me was, "Hi guys!" The first person my eyes went to  was my friend Trisha, whom I haven't seen since her wedding. What a good surprise. In the pic it is me, my friend Steph and Trisha, and my sis Heather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcPCpcz_5I/AAAAAAAAABs/xNCksqfVTyA/s1600-h/shower2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745222177128338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcPCpcz_5I/AAAAAAAAABs/xNCksqfVTyA/s320/shower2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are playing the guess the type of baby food game. I am very rusty. You can see Trisha dry heaves just being around baby food. My sis, Ashlee won this game. I am not sure if I always look that big. I had taken my coat off and the black blended in with my shirt. But dang, my boy is big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcO7HWwziI/AAAAAAAAABk/P9u8diQ2-Tk/s1600-h/shower3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745092765863458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcO7HWwziI/AAAAAAAAABk/P9u8diQ2-Tk/s320/shower3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a diaper cake! Those are so cool! Thanks Ash, I know those are pricey! Taylor had to sit by my feet as I opened presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcOysVbkLI/AAAAAAAAABc/2HbE7XXsNLs/s1600-h/shower4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329744948073566386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcOysVbkLI/AAAAAAAAABc/2HbE7XXsNLs/s320/shower4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eewww, a hooded towel. I love it! There is Taylor, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcOpxXEZLI/AAAAAAAAABU/soOkeCfZLQk/s1600-h/Shower5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329744794803791026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcOpxXEZLI/AAAAAAAAABU/soOkeCfZLQk/s320/Shower5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Aunt Lynette somehow finds time in her life to make booties. Everyone say hi to Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcOiTbeXlI/AAAAAAAAABM/29SYgpIqmEE/s1600-h/Shower6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329744666510122578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcOiTbeXlI/AAAAAAAAABM/29SYgpIqmEE/s320/Shower6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dun, dun....it is time for the big one! A playpen/changing table/mobile/vibrating, light up, music playing bassinet. Thanks Heather, Maritza, and mom. There she is again.....my Taylor! Thanks everyone for coming, Janet, Grandma Godfrey, Lynette, Brittany, Taylor, Heather, Amy, Debbie, Ashlee, Trisha, Stephanie, mom, and of course the party planner.......Maritza. I am so touched that Maritza threw a surprise for me like this. I have never had a surprise party before. I felt so loved!&lt;br /&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/224900942676044836-6385295551257707147?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6385295551257707147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-baby-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6385295551257707147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/6385295551257707147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-baby-shower.html' title='Surprise Baby Shower!!!'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfcPQrTggAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/99j_tU_-RR0/s72-c/Shower1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-4147788856315571298</id><published>2009-04-23T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:11:01.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33 week appt.</title><content type='html'>We are getting things ready for the nursery.  This is what the baby's bedding looks like.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfCQKvjnC4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SXWAxDIbJ8c/s1600-h/Allstar_Crib_FULL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327916873418214274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfCQKvjnC4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SXWAxDIbJ8c/s200/Allstar_Crib_FULL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my 33 week appt. yesterday. Little Ian is still head down. And I am so swollen. My feet and legs are yuck. I can't really claim that I have cankles yet but lets just say that it isn't very attractive. I am measuring slightly big......which isn't any surprise to me. Believe me, every part of my body is saying "pull, stretch, grow, and move over". I will get a picture posted sometime next week. The doctor told me my bones in my inner thighs, pelvis, and butt checks are seperating and that puts a lot of strain on my body. Isn't that strange?! But those are all the places I am hurting, so I don't doubt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also it is no TV week at Matt's school. So Taylor, Matt, and I haven't been watching TV. It feels great! Aaron has the NBA playoffs this week, so he hasn't been able to participate. I really am not much of a TV person, I would much rather me doing something active. That is probably because my parents didn't even own a TV for a bunch of years. We found other ways to entertain ourselves. It has been peaceful and we talk more and play more together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing.......I am a licensed appraiser.  I work for the county.  I just got approved by the Division of Real Estate to take an exam to become a certified appraiser.  I am not real excited because it is weeks of study and the test takes 6 hours.  Yuck!  I took practically the same test a year ago to become a licensed appraiser, it was miserable.  So I guess I will start studying this weekend, boo! When I graduated from college, I thought I was done with the studying part of my life.....but here I am almost 32, pregnant, and still taking exams.  Well pray for me, I get a raise if I pass! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-4147788856315571298?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4147788856315571298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/33-week-appt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/4147788856315571298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/4147788856315571298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/33-week-appt.html' title='33 week appt.'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SfCQKvjnC4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SXWAxDIbJ8c/s72-c/Allstar_Crib_FULL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8424442142066193869</id><published>2009-04-16T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:50:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I sat down with Aaron last night and I told him we need to choose a name because you never know when a baby will decide to come early.  We have been trying so long to find a name we like.  We both liked Ian (pronounced E-an) but we didn't know if we were in love with it, so we kept on looking.  Aaron's favorite names were Tavian, Britton, and Ian.  My favorite names were Aidan, Ethan, and Ian.  So after nearly 8 months of research.......drum roll please........his name is Ian Alexander.  Aaron picked out the middle name.  I wanted to name him after one of our dads but Aaron thought he should have a middle name that he could go by if he doesn't like his first name.  So there you have it!  It sounds pretty good together.  &lt;strong&gt;Ian Alexander!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8424442142066193869?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8424442142066193869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-name.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8424442142066193869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8424442142066193869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-name.html' title='We have a name!'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-8595854016596180176</id><published>2009-04-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:03:28.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Appointment - 32 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I went to my doctor appointment.  The doctor tells you to gain 25-35 lbs. during pregnancy.  Well I have gained 20 lbs. and I still have 8 weeks left.  My goal was to only gain 25 lbs. but the baby grows so much toward the end that I will be shocked if I can meet my goal.  I am usually a very active person.  I usually workout at least 45 minutes to 1 1/2 hr., 4 days a week.  But in December my ribs started giving me problems and in January my pelvic muscle got pulled.  I have been waddling ever since.  It hurts more to move.  So I been a couch potato for the last 4 months. Needless to say, my target weight gain may be hard to achieve.  My baby boy is such a good boy!  He is turned in the correct position, head down!  I am so proud of him.  I can't wait to welcome him to our family.  I am excited to share this experience with Aaron.  He'll be a fun father.  Aaron has been so good to me this pregnancy.  He gives me a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;back rubs&lt;/span&gt;.  And he is always ready to help me with housework if I ask.  Even though I am the one that likes taking care of others, this experience has been good for us, to have Aaron take care of me.  It really has brought us closer together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-8595854016596180176?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8595854016596180176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/doctor-appointment-32-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8595854016596180176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/8595854016596180176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/doctor-appointment-32-weeks.html' title='Doctor Appointment - 32 weeks'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-2310812292498741772</id><published>2009-04-06T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:35:19.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Problemo!</title><content type='html'>I want to post new pictures, but I can't =( . I am having serious camera issues.  Most of my camera equipment has been in boxes since we moved into this house a year ago.  Yeah, I know, I've had a year.  The biggest problem is that all the equipment has been in different boxes.  So a couple of weeks ago I finally found my battery charger in our storage but now I can't find the USB cable (I think that is what they are called) to upload my pictures to the computer. I am going to offer Matt $5 if he can find it.  That kid will do anything for $$$$.  In fact his favorite colors are gold and silver.  He asks for play money for presents.  Either he'll love money so much that when he gets older he'll work hard and make a lot of money or he'll spend every cent he makes and be so broke that he'll be begging me for money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-2310812292498741772?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2310812292498741772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/camera-problemo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2310812292498741772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2310812292498741772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/camera-problemo.html' title='Camera Problemo!'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224900942676044836.post-2423120843936181301</id><published>2009-03-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:47:38.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubsmith/Burnham Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqStQT_uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8XK75S1dVFs/s1600-h/Wedding+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319079135775293154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqStQT_uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8XK75S1dVFs/s320/Wedding+360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqSUbQt_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZDHNqOrn0Tg/s1600-h/Disneyland+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319079129110329330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqSUbQt_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZDHNqOrn0Tg/s320/Disneyland+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqR4PvmkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yti7x-lQ2eo/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319079121545828930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqR4PvmkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yti7x-lQ2eo/s320/kids3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqREPBFhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biBRIkFSHeM/s1600-h/Engagement+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319079107584136722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqREPBFhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biBRIkFSHeM/s320/Engagement+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello out there. I have finally joined the blogging club. We have a beautiful family. I have two children from my previous marriage, Taylor, 13 and Matt, 9. I got married November 21, 2007 to Aaron and now we are expecting a baby boy. He is due to arrive June 9, 2009. So you will see a lot of posts from me in the future of my growing belly (which is huge by the way) and of course of my kids.&lt;/span&gt; I added some pictures that I thought were fun, and can update you on our family. The first pic is from my wedding. Aw....my cute lovebug. Yes, he is tall, dark, and handsome. The next pic is of Matt. He is pulling the sword from the stone at Disneyland. I love that kid. Then you'll see Taylor, my oldest. I know, she looks older than she is. So men stop whistling at her, she is a child! And last you'll see another picture of Aaron and I. Well I am sure this site will look ghetto for awhile. What do you expect, this was a quick lunch break creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/224900942676044836-2423120843936181301?l=aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2423120843936181301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/hubsmithburnham-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2423120843936181301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/224900942676044836/posts/default/2423120843936181301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronrachellefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/hubsmithburnham-family.html' title='Hubsmith/Burnham Family'/><author><name>RaChelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07761585136272802579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/St-VMyGt2pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vS8TYrTKEZ4/S220/RaChelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogE-yAm50V0/SdEqStQT_uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8XK75S1dVFs/s72-c/Wedding+360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
