<?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-6839527516163549221</id><updated>2011-09-28T17:28:09.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Move</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-9171425437527700351</id><published>2010-09-30T22:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:56:45.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late 20's</title><content type='html'>I was fine with turning 27 this year. I really was. Apparently the world is not fine with it. I started to have a late 20's crisis when I heard things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half-dozen time while scheduling my wisdom teeth extraction: "This will be tough because you are not 16 anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my most recent doctor's exam: "At your age, you will begin loosing bone mass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person: "Aren't you too young to have 2 children? How old are you?" Then when I stated my age, "Never mind. You are not too young."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove to myself that I still have a lot of fight in me, I wanted to do something this year that I have never done before. The stars aligned when my friend, Jessica, asked me to start running with her in the mornings. We decided that we might as well train for a half-marathon (13.1 mile race)! A few weeks ago we finished it and I must say that those smiles on our faces are real! It felt great to accomplish a goal. I finished in 2 hours flat (9:10 Min/Mile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TKVko_pOzQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GsrCiPpV24I/s1600/July+to+Sept+2010+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522931173481696514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TKVko_pOzQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GsrCiPpV24I/s320/July+to+Sept+2010+227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I do it again? ABSOLUTELY!&lt;br /&gt;What did I do afterwards? Bottled 18 quarts of fresh peaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So late 20's and once-a-month Boniva here I come. And I am fine with that, because I know I couldn't have done this at age 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-9171425437527700351?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/9171425437527700351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=9171425437527700351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/9171425437527700351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/9171425437527700351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2010/09/late-20s.html' title='Late 20&apos;s'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TKVko_pOzQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GsrCiPpV24I/s72-c/July+to+Sept+2010+227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-3796945436794340790</id><published>2010-07-19T23:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:03:05.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiki Hut Mishap</title><content type='html'>We stopped by our favorite Tiki Hut to get a shaved ice treat. I always get the same flavor, but Tyler and Addy like to explore different options each time we go. Tonight Addy left with a cotton candy/bubble gum combo. This is my conversation with Addy on the way home and the reason my sides will be sore in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Addy, do you like your slushy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy: Actually, no. The man mixed the flavors up and it tastes like garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little bug. Tiger's blood never disappoints me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-3796945436794340790?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3796945436794340790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=3796945436794340790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3796945436794340790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3796945436794340790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2010/07/tiki-hut-mishap.html' title='Tiki Hut Mishap'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-4467506268471656982</id><published>2010-06-23T00:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:38:30.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine Cleanings</title><content type='html'>The Pediatric Dentist in our town in awesome!! The whole office works together to create an environment that makes my kids not even realize we are at the doctor! Here is our experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X-ray time for Addy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485849761709837106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnSwHgSzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Qu29Gy47Dww/s320/300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are TV's in the ceiling and the patients get to wear these headphones. Addy chose to watch "Bolt".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485849773424174194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnTbwa5HI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IVH4HFvA7mQ/s320/302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See. I really think she doesn't realize someone is poking and prodding in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnqH6twZI/AAAAAAAAAas/XFryKcMybsk/s1600/307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485850163235635602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnqH6twZI/AAAAAAAAAas/XFryKcMybsk/s320/307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. Torence got checked out too. She loves her new Piglet toothbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnUcT1E-I/AAAAAAAAAak/RApjDGgAPf0/s1600/306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485849790752560098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnUcT1E-I/AAAAAAAAAak/RApjDGgAPf0/s320/306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also got to brush the dinosaur's teeth. I caught her brushing her own teeth with the giant toothbrush a few times too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnT-Ep9TI/AAAAAAAAAac/M_LOgfPAZ6A/s1600/303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485849782635853106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnT-Ep9TI/AAAAAAAAAac/M_LOgfPAZ6A/s320/303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Torence learning how to brush correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnTgpLPRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5Vv2donu888/s1600/301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485849774735965458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnTgpLPRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5Vv2donu888/s320/301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;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/6839527516163549221-4467506268471656982?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4467506268471656982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=4467506268471656982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/4467506268471656982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/4467506268471656982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2010/06/routine-cleanings.html' title='Routine Cleanings'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGnSwHgSzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Qu29Gy47Dww/s72-c/300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-4747969306656627165</id><published>2010-06-22T23:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:14:28.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits!!!</title><content type='html'>I know that I have said it before, but I will say it again: I love watching these sisters grow up together. Sometimes they fight. Sometimes they play together. Either way makes me smile. This is Addy trying to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Torence&lt;/span&gt; to smile for a picture. Funny, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjZwTB5jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TO_Wsh7lSc0/s1600/264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485845483970750002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjZwTB5jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TO_Wsh7lSc0/s320/264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Addy attended preschool this year and here she is introducing herself at the end-of-year program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjZVmgLMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NNNqtLPmZOI/s1600/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485845476804668610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjZVmgLMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NNNqtLPmZOI/s320/318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addy got a new bike, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Torence&lt;/span&gt; adopted the tricycle. Alone, it is hard to take them both for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bike ride&lt;/span&gt; because neither of them can quite control their bike by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485845467727216498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjYzyRP3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/FTL4jtYny_g/s320/308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tyler, who always seems to think outside the box, came up with this idea. This way he can push one and pull the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjZAO_oXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fBwfm5ljSkU/s1600/309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485845471068922226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjZAO_oXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fBwfm5ljSkU/s320/309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To put it lightly, Addy has an obsession with puppies. She asked for one everyday without fail. Everyday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EVERYday&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes when we tell her that we can't have a puppy at our house she acts like one instead. Here she is acting like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Torence's&lt;/span&gt; puppy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Torence&lt;/span&gt; is petting her! Dinner and a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjYfSBFZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rpFgVwgQpqQ/s1600/349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485845462223230354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjYfSBFZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rpFgVwgQpqQ/s320/349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-4747969306656627165?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4747969306656627165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=4747969306656627165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/4747969306656627165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/4747969306656627165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2010/06/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits!!!'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/TCGjZwTB5jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TO_Wsh7lSc0/s72-c/264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-544650158191481794</id><published>2010-03-18T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:19:52.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>- Our basement is ALMOST done. Tyler has poured his heart out down there for the past 18 months and it looks beautiful! Yes, I trust him to make the "big decision". I didn't even bother to go to the countertop place with him. He is better at that kind of stuff than I am and has a good eye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My dad is visiting. He likes to watch basketball (it's March Madness time) and play Wii with Tyler, play games with Addy and cook dinner. He thinks Torence is cutest thing ever and is getting Addy to sleep right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Torence is obsessed with Peter Rabbit Organics, waves and says "bye" and "hi" a million times each day and helps herself to the cereal cabinet every time the wind blows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I hope Kat wins Dancing With The Stars. I have a feeling the next reality show we will see John on will be Celebrity Rehab or Celebrity Fit Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have some strange illness that I have been calling the flu. I have a pounding headache all the time and am debilitatingly cold. I know it sounds silly that my husband had to stay home from work the other day because I couldn't stop shuddering or imagine getting out from under my pile of 5 heavy quilts. I turned the thermostat up to 75 and yes, I wore my ski coat around the house while I bathed the kids the other day. I feel nuts going to the doctor because I am cold all the time, but might break down and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Addy had a horrifying health scare. She is 100% okay now, but there was one dark week that changed my entire perspective on parenting, marriage and life in general. Now I can't stop feeling guilty that my child had to go through something in order for me to learn some lessons only taught through trials. At three-years-old I am supposed to be Addy's hero, but she is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Some things I learned from Addy's health scare are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- God knows me and hears me when I pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- At the tender age of 19, I picked my soul mate, the perfect guy for me, my best friend, my family, my eternal companion and I need him more than I ever imagined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Addy has the ability to do ANYTHING she wants. She will be amazing. She will change this world for the better. She will be valiant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- I am grateful for mother's who work in the healthcare industry. The love and compassion of a mother cannot be taught in a classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Addy's new favorite food is shrimp because "it has a tail sticking out and chicken on it".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I really like my Young Women's calling. I am in love with the girls. I worry about them. I cheer for them. I care about them. The other leaders are fun, talented and amazing women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-To create car conversation the other day, Tyler asked me "If we had 10,000 extra dollars what single item would you spend it on." I couldn't think of one thing. I don't want a 4-wheeler or boat or anything like that. I would spend it on a fun vacation. Vacations are my favorite thing and I could spend $10,000 on one vacation. I am a vacation SNOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I am excited to plant our garden this year. The peas get planted in a few weeks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm not a huge fan of NBA basketball, but I really enjoy watching the NCAA Tournaments. Those athletes play because they love it. Not for money. Not for fame. Not to cheat on their spouse. Their passion and heart is inspiring to me. They leave everything on the court every game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I am contemplating reading a novel of some sort. That is a big deal for me. I feel like I need to do something to keep my brain active. I have an accounting degree boxed up in the basement if anyone would like to borrow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-544650158191481794?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/544650158191481794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=544650158191481794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/544650158191481794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/544650158191481794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2097486220048704667</id><published>2010-01-29T06:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:15:41.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Days For My Big Girls</title><content type='html'>Our baby girl had her first birthday!!! Tyler's parents were able to come down to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Torence's&lt;/span&gt; special day with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4xzOptdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8H-9Rr7uQbI/s1600-h/2010+January+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432177635011179986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4xzOptdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8H-9Rr7uQbI/s320/2010+January+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She opened presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4xcYVpKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ej4y5qVWjZo/s1600-h/2010+January+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432177628877792418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4xcYVpKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ej4y5qVWjZo/s320/2010+January+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her cake. I am NO cake decorator, but I like to make my family's birthday cakes. I know there are a few cake decorators that view our blog and who might be laughing at this right now. Go easy on the novice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432177664292951122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4zgT-FFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zFGnLAGq5ks/s320/2010+January+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Gosh, she is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432179278906809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L6RfN6XiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0eTh_YO6eLE/s320/2010+January+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addy got her first haircut!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; She had&lt;/span&gt; so much fun getting pampered and got a popsicle when she was all done. What isn't to love about that? Nobody could believe that she was only 3-years-old and has as much hair as she does. I am not going to lie to you; she does have very beautiful hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lucky &lt;/span&gt;girl!!! Life will be tough for this tall, blonde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432177588658752962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4vGjXzcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/T3lXXk8FMvg/s320/2010+January+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432177617640064322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4wyhDhUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/L6NCtOxbsmk/s320/2010+January+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2LgJEPnmCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NwtEOQDwLG8/s1600-h/2010+January+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432150546924935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2LgJEPnmCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NwtEOQDwLG8/s320/2010+January+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/6839527516163549221-2097486220048704667?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2097486220048704667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2097486220048704667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2097486220048704667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2097486220048704667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-days-for-my-big-girls.html' title='Big Days For My Big Girls'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/S2L4xzOptdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8H-9Rr7uQbI/s72-c/2010+January+093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-1783225946377083887</id><published>2009-11-25T14:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:24:27.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company?</title><content type='html'>While I was cooking breakfast this morning, Addy popped her head around the corner and asked, "Mom, are people coming over today?" I responded, "No, not today." To that she walked out in her underwear rubbing her naked belly with a look of pure zen on her precious face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy, I understand that with your busy schedule of preschool, toys and all the responsibilities that come with being a big sister that sometimes you just need a day to relax in your underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-1783225946377083887?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1783225946377083887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=1783225946377083887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/1783225946377083887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/1783225946377083887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/11/company.html' title='Company?'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-3155415496287301463</id><published>2009-10-29T14:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:18:51.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Addy!</title><content type='html'>Last night Tyler and I were are settled in. The girls were both in bed and we were on the couch watching our show. Ms. Addy came out into the room and said all of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy: Mom, I have a little story to tell you. Tomorrow I want to take Carson (who seems to be her preschool crush) to the cabin to meet Big Grandpa. I want him to go in our car and his mommy to stay home and not come. Just Carson in our car. Does that sound good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: That's not going to happen. Go get back in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me after Addy had left: Did our 3-year-old just come ask us to go on an overnight trip with her boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-3155415496287301463?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3155415496287301463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=3155415496287301463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3155415496287301463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3155415496287301463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-addy.html' title='That Addy!'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-3534050611773775012</id><published>2009-09-26T23:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:23:39.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer at a Glance</title><content type='html'>Obviously I haven't posted for awhile. We have been busy with church stuff, finishing our basement and chasing our girls around, but did manage to have a fun summer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023223274935314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_lc9OlBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/F4MHzBv6K5g/s320/09+Summer+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Tyler had a birthday, shout "Hooray"! Doesn't he look like a teenager in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr8AINu8S4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/mNgUqTxlavM/s1600-h/09+Summer+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023820483906434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr8AINu8S4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/mNgUqTxlavM/s320/09+Summer+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to the dentist one morning and came home to find this. Tyler and Addy had Torence all dressed up!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023254113072354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_nP1nNOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/90FZtxUPLaQ/s320/09+Summer+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Forgive me Mother, for I have sinned! I told the city that Addy was a bit older than she really was so she could take swim lessons. I rationalized this in my mind in several ways: #1-She is potty trained. #2-She is not afraid of the water. #3- All the kids her same school-age could take swim lessons this summer. #4-She is big for her age. Nobody even questioned me and she loved it. I will never lie about that again (she will be old enough next summer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr8AH6HiZpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l4YmD9U1_i4/s1600-h/09+Summer+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023815218357906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr8AH6HiZpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l4YmD9U1_i4/s320/09+Summer+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addy had a birthday, shout "Hooray"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_mlsbW9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/Iiq8y_Mt9FY/s1600-h/09+Summer+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023242800258002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_mlsbW9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/Iiq8y_Mt9FY/s320/09+Summer+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Torence loved the 4th of July fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_mcztI1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/_slg2gjVAMo/s1600-h/09+Summer+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023240414864210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_mcztI1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/_slg2gjVAMo/s320/09+Summer+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy won the 4th of July race again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_l4EhuPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/kkB-AfCDOcY/s1600-h/09+Summer+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023230553307378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_l4EhuPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/kkB-AfCDOcY/s320/09+Summer+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Torence has a mullet! Addy had this same mullet. I am shocked that anything that came out of me would have such a country attribute, but you know what they say: "You can take the girl out of the country, but her children will be born with mullets." Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386024076070790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr8AXF3mo4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/MzbUbsdmy0Q/s320/09+Summer+287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torence crawls EVERYWHERE. What should I do with her now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023825583404258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr8AIguwdOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6NTPZkJbnC4/s320/09+Summer+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put Addy in preschool this year because it is right across the street and I know and trust the teacher. Addy loves going to school and it is so fun to hear about her adventures when she comes home each day. The first thing she tells me is what kind of snack she had, followed by a play-by-play of what boys got in trouble that day.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-3534050611773775012?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3534050611773775012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=3534050611773775012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3534050611773775012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3534050611773775012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-at-glance.html' title='Summer at a Glance'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sr7_lc9OlBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/F4MHzBv6K5g/s72-c/09+Summer+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-1129310717182597395</id><published>2009-07-30T14:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:54:12.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry and Help!</title><content type='html'>I am putting a plug in for my neighbor and friend. She entered a contest to win a photo session for her family and needs votes! If you would be so kind and awesome, go to &lt;a href="http://mommymodels.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mommymodels.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and vote for #2-Chanda. The deadline is Friday at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bakes bread from scratch, sews beautiful dresses, has a daughter Addy's age, wins triathlons and probably does any other talented thing you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy voting!!! (as long as you vote for #2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-1129310717182597395?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1129310717182597395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=1129310717182597395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/1129310717182597395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/1129310717182597395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry-and-help.html' title='Hurry and Help!'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-7127705687500499258</id><published>2009-06-15T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:43:40.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Little One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SjcgMzR__JI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JhwYAAnhVtc/s1600-h/Vivian.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347778486821977234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SjcgMzR__JI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JhwYAAnhVtc/s320/Vivian.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my newest little niece, Vivian. She was 7 weeks premature, so she is just a tiny little thing. She is literally half the size of Addy's birth weight! She might be small, but I am amazed at how strong she is. I couldn't be more excited for my brother and sister-in-law. They have endured a lot of heartache in the baby department and are so grateful to have Vivian in their arms and hope that they will be able to bring her home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Vivian and can't wait to meet you in person. We are so excited for you be able to go home to your loving Mommy and Daddy. We can't wait to watch you grow and play with our girls.&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/6839527516163549221-7127705687500499258?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7127705687500499258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=7127705687500499258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/7127705687500499258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/7127705687500499258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-little-one.html' title='Welcome Little One'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SjcgMzR__JI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JhwYAAnhVtc/s72-c/Vivian.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2381773467050150545</id><published>2009-06-03T14:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:31:40.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THIS GUY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343208957469788690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SibkPL6sChI/AAAAAAAAAVM/v4JUkGq8fec/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Tyler in the bubble of the prairie dog habitat at the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 31st Tyler!!! I love you so much. Here are 31 corks about Tyler for everyone's reading pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He eats PB &amp;amp; J nearly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;2. He watches episode after episode of "Lost".&lt;br /&gt;3. He loves "The Office" also.&lt;br /&gt;4. He goes to "Tamale Tuesday" at Bajio nearly every Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;5. He eats at PF Chang's every chance he gets.&lt;br /&gt;6. He likes to golf&lt;br /&gt;7. play basketball&lt;br /&gt;8. and softball.&lt;br /&gt;9. When Torence cries he says "What seems to be the problem, officer?"&lt;br /&gt;10. He likes to watch "Phineas and Ferb" with Addy&lt;br /&gt;11. and without Addy!&lt;br /&gt;12. He likes his steak cooked medium well.&lt;br /&gt;13. He takes great care of our lawn.&lt;br /&gt;14. He despises our garden so,&lt;br /&gt;15. he does not work in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;16. He likes to work on finishing our basement.&lt;br /&gt;17. He does beautiful finish work....you should see our girls' rooms!!&lt;br /&gt;18. His middle name is his father's name.&lt;br /&gt;19. He loves the Tennessee Volunteers&lt;br /&gt;20. even when they don't do so well.&lt;br /&gt;21. He will only use cinnamon toothpaste and cinnamon mouth wash.&lt;br /&gt;22. He likes to ride with his window down.&lt;br /&gt;23. He goes through about 10 pairs of sunglasses per year.&lt;br /&gt;24. He does not like tomatoes, but loves BLT sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;25. He does hand shadows with Addy every night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;26. He sent me flower the other day...just because.&lt;br /&gt;27. He made Torence laugh for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;28. He likes to watch "Hell's Kitchen" because he likes when Chef yells at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;29. He holds the highest score on the planet for "Brick Breaker".&lt;br /&gt;30. He is a wonderful daddy&lt;br /&gt;31. and husband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-2381773467050150545?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2381773467050150545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2381773467050150545' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2381773467050150545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2381773467050150545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to.html' title='Happy Birthday to.......'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SibkPL6sChI/AAAAAAAAAVM/v4JUkGq8fec/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-8364440504575976208</id><published>2009-03-27T12:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:21:43.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I have posted. We have been keeping busy and having fun. The girls are so much fun to be with everyday and are growing up so fast. Here is what we have been doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cxOPKVgI/AAAAAAAAATM/Ia0KwpYzl2Y/s1600-h/February+and+March+09+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317938366955279874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cxOPKVgI/AAAAAAAAATM/Ia0KwpYzl2Y/s320/February+and+March+09+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Torence smiles now!! She is a happy, tiny, long little thing. She only weighed 9 lbs 7 oz at her 2 month appointment. I love having a baby around again. It still seems like we just brought Addy home. Babies make life slow down a little bit and leave more time to enjoy the important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cxDEa8ZI/AAAAAAAAATE/iqwZC1LNYuo/s1600-h/February+and+March+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317938363957440914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cxDEa8ZI/AAAAAAAAATE/iqwZC1LNYuo/s320/February+and+March+09+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my little bundles of joy and the loves on my life, minus Tyler, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cw7bXh0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/86yZIhVdtKo/s1600-h/February+and+March+09+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317938361906202434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cw7bXh0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/86yZIhVdtKo/s320/February+and+March+09+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy likes to take pictures now and here is one that she took of Torence in her swing. Addy does pretty well at taking pictures I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cwj5dkJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NrbU1KnkOgU/s1600-h/February+and+March+09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317938355589976210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cwj5dkJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NrbU1KnkOgU/s320/February+and+March+09+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy is really in to Princess stuff now. A few weeks ago the ladies at Tyler's office threw a little shower for Torence. I wanted to get Addy a present to open that day so she didn't feel left out. She loves the Princess jewelry and crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317938367051877074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cxOmMStI/AAAAAAAAATU/zy0R2ysMCys/s320/February+and+March+09+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the most recent, tragic event at our house. Little Addy toppled off the couch and hit her face on the edge of the coffee table. She hit her mouth, nose and eye. When I picked her up there was blood above her eye, so I took her in to the bathroom to wipe it off, thinking it wouldn't be a big deal. Tyler followed and said, "She might need stitches" just as I wiped the blood off, revealing a big, deep gash on her forehead. My heart just stopped. Off to the ER we went and this is the aftermath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first "ER needing" accident at our house. I have dreaded this day since I had Addy. I know these things are bound to happen with kids, but I hated every second of seeing my child hurt. I am glad Tyler was home because he seemed to keep his cool much better than me.&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/6839527516163549221-8364440504575976208?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8364440504575976208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=8364440504575976208' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8364440504575976208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8364440504575976208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/03/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Sc0cxOPKVgI/AAAAAAAAATM/Ia0KwpYzl2Y/s72-c/February+and+March+09+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2626339400287338359</id><published>2009-02-17T11:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:50:12.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of Addy</title><content type='html'>Addy spotted a wedding picture of us standing in front of the temple. She got so excited. Here is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy: Princess Mommy, Princess Daddy and a castle!!!! (We apparently need to establish the difference between a prince and princess. Tyler wasn't super thrilled to be called "Princess Daddy". I, on the other hand, laughed my head off and immediately called to tell him the news.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You can go in that castle someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy: Otay. I will wear my princess jammies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-2626339400287338359?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2626339400287338359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2626339400287338359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2626339400287338359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2626339400287338359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-mouth-of-addy.html' title='Out of the Mouth of Addy'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-7925708292538258987</id><published>2009-02-05T20:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:55:04.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>I love that my little girls have sisters. I grew up with four older, awful, horrible brothers that beat up my stuffed animals and later my boyfriends. They would take apart my big-wheel and later my Bronco II. One time my parents went out of town for a week. They stocked the house with food for the week for me (I was the only one left at home at the time). My brothers came over and ate all the food. I lived off a box of poptarts for the whole week. I still can't eat those things. They remind me of a time when I nearly starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my brothers just fine, but am super excited about the sister situation. See... look how much fun they have.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299524010441081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SYuxAmj-g_I/AAAAAAAAASc/hi0mcZSlWdE/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299524008116510754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SYuxAd5wYCI/AAAAAAAAASM/Jk8gHRwL9O4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SYuxAj0OESI/AAAAAAAAASk/phs3JOHWGxU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299524009703903522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SYuxAj0OESI/AAAAAAAAASk/phs3JOHWGxU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I do while Tyler is at work. He doesn't like this flower headband. He says it looks ridiculous, but I think it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299524010942126210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SYuxAobb2II/AAAAAAAAASU/yt1HEMPqD8E/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299524015246306338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SYuxA4dobCI/AAAAAAAAASs/Z5LqzXRLl9U/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Speaking of ridiculous... I think this guy is ridiculous. Our cat jumps everywhere. This is him lounging on top of the wall that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separates&lt;/span&gt; the stairwell from the garage entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6839527516163549221-7925708292538258987?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7925708292538258987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=7925708292538258987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/7925708292538258987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/7925708292538258987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/02/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SYuxAmj-g_I/AAAAAAAAASc/hi0mcZSlWdE/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-8005287664773140656</id><published>2009-01-19T16:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:36:36.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proudly Introducing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Torence Ruby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 Pounds 2 Ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19 1/2 Inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSfTOe6pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YwbTYByiEDc/s1600-h/39wkprego.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293157265990150802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSfTOe6pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YwbTYByiEDc/s320/39wkprego.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got to the hospital, I realized that there are no pictures of me pregnant with Torence, so here I am in all my pregnancy glory at 39 weeks. I was sooooo sooo nervous to have a scheduled C-section this time around. When we got to the hospital, the nurses hooked me up to millions of monitors and told me how awful the pain would be afterwards. I asked if I could get up and go to the restroom. I didn't really need to use the restroom, but used that alone time to plan my escape from the hospital. I decided that it was far too cold outside to be running around in a hospital gown and decided to stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293156834358974322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSGLRl13I/AAAAAAAAARk/97xkr_Khv5Q/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my new baby girl!! I know every mom says this, but immediately after I heard her cry for the first time, everything was worth it. All of it!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293156834397237250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSGLatsAI/AAAAAAAAARc/-5Y4mdVHTJo/s320/momdadtor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293156809599552642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSEvCfDII/AAAAAAAAARU/py1AxLTc3UA/s320/addytor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Addy, the best big sister in the world. She loves her baby and calls her "Sisters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSGtnq5qI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rl2luh2tYDI/s1600-h/toriaddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293156843578386082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSGtnq5qI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rl2luh2tYDI/s320/toriaddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy loved to come to the hospital to hold the baby and help me. She is very tender-hearted and liked to help me get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSGeUGyXI/AAAAAAAAARs/3eEe0SB4svI/s1600-h/ridehome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293156839469795698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSGeUGyXI/AAAAAAAAARs/3eEe0SB4svI/s320/ridehome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby all ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293157271071586450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSfmJ_eJI/AAAAAAAAASE/Q-LNI91spcI/s320/toribath.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is!! Now we have two beautiful little girls. We are very thankful to be blessed with such sweet little angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/6839527516163549221-8005287664773140656?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8005287664773140656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=8005287664773140656' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8005287664773140656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8005287664773140656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/01/proudly-introducing.html' title='Proudly Introducing.....'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SXUSfTOe6pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YwbTYByiEDc/s72-c/39wkprego.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-8227853335783335369</id><published>2009-01-04T12:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:17:04.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; We had a wonderful Christmas this year. Addy was so much fun and brought such a sweet Christmas spirit to our home. Santa was not shy either. There are no pictures of Tyler and my presents though. I got a new laptop, which I am using right now. I love it! Tyler got a large pile of lumber, which he then framed our basement with. He also got some clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out what Santa brought Addy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU87QGBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dR_JC7Y7mXs/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287530474439575346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU87QGBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dR_JC7Y7mXs/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU8NeP8EI/AAAAAAAAAQs/S-2aZkkvzks/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287530462150914114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU8NeP8EI/AAAAAAAAAQs/S-2aZkkvzks/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addy asked Santa for a "horsey, please" and he delivered! She bounces up and down and the horse actually moves across the floor. See that kitchen in the background? Santa also left that. Addy has been making delicious meals for us ever since.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287530475956761890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU9A50dSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hoQxWv7NC80/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Addy got a play-doh center from her aunt, uncle and cousin. She loves "clipping" and "smashing" the play-doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287530494626268242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU-Gc-hFI/AAAAAAAAARM/lNjWmYp38z8/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We got a ton of snow the week before and week of Christmas, so we got to play in the snow. Here are my snow angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287530484196536690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU9fmVcXI/AAAAAAAAARE/Q1gcPA491-U/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Addy was bundled up really warm like that kid from A Christmas Story.&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/6839527516163549221-8227853335783335369?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8227853335783335369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=8227853335783335369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8227853335783335369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8227853335783335369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SWEU87QGBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dR_JC7Y7mXs/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-6377958195366995786</id><published>2008-12-11T15:24:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:59:56.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged, which is good because it forces me to blog, so thanks Jana. Also, I have every intention of a fabulous blog post coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Born Tag&lt;br /&gt;1.Where were you when you first found out that you were pregnant? At my house in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;2.Who was with you? Just me. Tyler was at work. I would take those tests behind his back because he got tired of me taking them and being disappointed after several months in a row.&lt;br /&gt;3.How did you find out that you were pregnant?Home pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;4.What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant? Really? Really? No, really?That can't be right.&lt;br /&gt;5.Who was the first person you told? Tyler&lt;br /&gt;6.Did you plan to get pregnant? Yes, very much so.&lt;br /&gt;7.Did you tell everyone else right away? No, we tried to wait for as long as we could to tell our family. I told a few close friends. We went home for the holiday's and had to tell because I was VERY sick and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;8.Was everybody happy for you? I think so. It seemed that way. I remember that I was suprised at how excited my brothers were. They were more excited than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;9.Did you go out and celebrate? Yes. Tyler brought flowers home and we went to eat at Outback that night.&lt;br /&gt;10.Did you want to find out the sex? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;11.Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew that you wouldn't put on your baby? Um.. not that I can think of right of the top of my head. I got really nice things actually.&lt;br /&gt;12.How much weight did you gain? Don't you dare judge me. 50 pounds, okay. Is that okay with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;13.What did you crave the most? Crunchy tacos from Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;14.Did you crave anything crazy? Not really. Nothing that I normally wouldn't eat.&lt;br /&gt;15.Who or what got on your nerves? The 115 degree heat.&lt;br /&gt;16.Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? Other than being very fat and swollen, no. I was very, very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;17.Where and when did you go into labor? My doctor did something to me to make me go into labor at her office (I will spare the details). A few hours later I was definitly in labor. I stayed at home for 3 or 4 hours, until my mom forced us to go to the hospital. They gave me a sleeping pill and sent me home to return the next day.&lt;br /&gt;18.Who drove you to the hospital? Tyler and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;19.Who was in the room when you gave birth? Tyler, my doctor, my nurse whose entire shift was spent with me (and she stayed late for me) and the OR team.&lt;br /&gt;20.Did you go early or late? 5 days early&lt;br /&gt;21. How long were you in labor? 12 hours at home, 17 hours in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;22.Did you have any drugs for the pain? Epidural&lt;br /&gt;23.Did you go natural or have a C-section? After a long battle, a C-Section.&lt;br /&gt;24.What was your first reaction after giving birth? She has hair and big, beautiful lips. There must be some mistake about that weight they just told me though.&lt;br /&gt;25.How big was the baby? 8 pounds 12 ounces. 19 inches long&lt;br /&gt;26.Did your husband cry? I don't remember tears from Tyler, just this smile that I have only seen the day we got married and the day Addy was born.&lt;br /&gt;27.What did you name the baby? Addison Karma&lt;br /&gt;28.Does her name have any significant meaning? Her middle name is after my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;29.Did you have any visitors? Yes, tons and tons.&lt;br /&gt;30.Did the baby have any complications? Again, very blessed. Just jandice.&lt;br /&gt;31.How old is your baby today? 2 years&lt;br /&gt;32.When is the next one coming? 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;33.If you could would you do it all over again? Definately and I am.&lt;br /&gt;34.I tag: Jessica, Patrice, Mandy, Sara Dawn. You are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-6377958195366995786?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6377958195366995786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=6377958195366995786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6377958195366995786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6377958195366995786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-5674048325912884625</id><published>2008-10-11T16:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:05:59.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Trip</title><content type='html'>We recently took a little family trip to Disneyland. We had a blast and here are some pictures to prove it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgHGASeI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ywZYq9Q554/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256032269801376226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgHGASeI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ywZYq9Q554/s320/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Pluto. Addy called him "puppy" and wanted to see him everyday. I know what you are thinking..."Gosh, Mindy is getting fat....again." Don't feel bad about your thoughts because you are correct. We are going to have a baby sister for Addy to play with in a few month!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256033175490941010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEuU1DOUFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2b9frnYRx9s/s320/DSC01723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Addy and me with Goofy, another "puppy" that she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgS7E4bI/AAAAAAAAALc/89lzH4M_Y-g/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256032272976765362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgS7E4bI/AAAAAAAAALc/89lzH4M_Y-g/s320/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with the man himself, Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgZ5vFII/AAAAAAAAALk/6eG713JNO_g/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256032274850190466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgZ5vFII/AAAAAAAAALk/6eG713JNO_g/s320/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler and Addy on a ride in a Bug's Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgmQWMYI/AAAAAAAAALs/IymqQv7vA6A/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256032278166253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgmQWMYI/AAAAAAAAALs/IymqQv7vA6A/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addy in front of some Halloween decor. The park looked adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoxWPQb0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/D87z_FUito0/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256027068366352194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoxWPQb0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/D87z_FUito0/s320/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Mickey's Trick or Treat Party in California Adventures one night. Most of rides were closed, except the rides on the Pier, and the kids got to trick or treat all around the park. A lot of the characters were out for the kids to meet. I couldn't believe how many people were there. I also couldn't believe the mass amount of candy we got. We only stopped at about half of the trick or treat spots too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEox5214mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SNV2uHZb2EM/s1600-h/DSC01716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256027077927625314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEox5214mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SNV2uHZb2EM/s320/DSC01716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a day off from Disneyland and went to a car show. Addy picked out a car she would like for her Super Sweet 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoyBuH5dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AazpimWFtMk/s1600-h/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256027080038540754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoyBuH5dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AazpimWFtMk/s320/DSC01719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler and Addy on the Dumbo ride. This was one of her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoyMk73SI/AAAAAAAAALE/RRgcuD87C3Y/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256027082952793378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoyMk73SI/AAAAAAAAALE/RRgcuD87C3Y/s320/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler, Addy and Mr. Potato Head waiting to ride Toy Story's Midway Mania. This was my favorite ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoyCA__fI/AAAAAAAAALM/NsJfTkZMaCQ/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256027080117714418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEoyCA__fI/AAAAAAAAALM/NsJfTkZMaCQ/s320/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addy ready to watch the Muppet's 3D movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun to watch Addy see everything and get excited. She really liked Fantasyland, A Bug's Life and the Play House Disney show. Her favorite things were the parades though. She would wave and dance the entire time.&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/6839527516163549221-5674048325912884625?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5674048325912884625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=5674048325912884625' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5674048325912884625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5674048325912884625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/10/disneyland-trip-part-2.html' title='Disneyland Trip'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SPEtgHGASeI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ywZYq9Q554/s72-c/DSC01735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2046900175772228319</id><published>2008-08-11T19:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:40:31.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage by the Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler and I recently celebrated our anniversary and I wanted to highlight some of our significant numbers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- The number of beautiful babies we have brought into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453554868421522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SKD2R7ZwA5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1hZEAYFibmw/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our first Christmas as a married couple with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- The number of diplomas we have earned as a married couple. Tyler is a T-Bird and I am truly a Rebel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- The number of homes we have owned. Eeekkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233450240226705970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SKDzQ_ZlQjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ri6hMOjuK2o/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tyler painting the garage of one of the above mentioned homes. Don't they make painting masks for that sort of task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- The number of "real" vacations we have taken. Vacation means actually picking a destination (besides visiting family for the weekend) and actually planning &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;vacation-like&lt;/span&gt; things to do while we are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233451886226035810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SKD0wzOZ1GI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yO3mUjCpnpw/s320/broncos+game.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The view from the "cheap seats" at a Broncos game while on one of our vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- The number of times we have moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- The number of years we have been married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Tyler. Happy Anniversary!!!! &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/6839527516163549221-2046900175772228319?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2046900175772228319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2046900175772228319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2046900175772228319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2046900175772228319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/08/marriage-by-numbers.html' title='Marriage by the Numbers'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/SKD2R7ZwA5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1hZEAYFibmw/s72-c/DSC00723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-6959830600162592157</id><published>2008-07-19T22:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:03:36.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Game</title><content type='html'>I know that I win the prize for the worst blogger on the planet. My problem is that our computer is less than adequate at downloading pictures and I feel like I am letting everyone down if there are no pictures in a post. Oh well. This post has exactly zero pictures, but I assure everyone that Addy is cuter than ever. I will also work on a picture post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have seen this game on a few blogs and decided to do it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As comment, post a memory you have with me so matter how long or short of time you have known me. If you leave a memory then I will assume you are playing and will leave a memory post on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Leave this same post on your blog to play along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-6959830600162592157?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6959830600162592157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=6959830600162592157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6959830600162592157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6959830600162592157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory-game.html' title='Memory Game'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-5731429901283089318</id><published>2008-03-26T21:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:52:16.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>We had such a fun Easter. We spent it with Tyler's family this year. We took all the kids to an Easter Egg Hunt at the city park. Look at that little bug load her bucket up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sWlhzF_xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0BMPTdnLfo0/s1600-h/Park+egg+hung.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182260630203531026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sWlhzF_xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0BMPTdnLfo0/s320/Park+egg+hung.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler's parent hosted another Easter Egg Hunt that afternoon, but we didn't get any still-shots of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sWmBzF_yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oYFmlTOXDNc/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182260638793465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sWmBzF_yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oYFmlTOXDNc/s320/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed and played at the park for awhile after the hunt. Here is Addy and some of her cousins going down the slide. She could go down all by herself. She is getting too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259234339159810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sVURzF_wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2WAzcpSBOto/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is her first Easter egg. She chose to decorate it with princess stickers. Okay, I might have strategically placed the princess stickers within her reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sVTRzF_uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wK2pkRmWlZ0/s1600-h/addy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259217159290594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sVTRzF_uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wK2pkRmWlZ0/s320/addy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looked so beautiful in her Easter dress on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sVTxzF_vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dvScMz18jkU/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259225749225202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sVTxzF_vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dvScMz18jkU/s320/family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our family. Thanks to Tyler's parents for the great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-5731429901283089318?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5731429901283089318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=5731429901283089318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5731429901283089318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5731429901283089318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R-sWlhzF_xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0BMPTdnLfo0/s72-c/Park+egg+hung.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-9059988818346239208</id><published>2008-02-13T15:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:24:28.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First of all, Happy Valentine's Day (and Happy Birthday to my brother, Derick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NrbVEAaWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/y7krCI1okSQ/s1600-h/Kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166591314778679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NrbVEAaWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/y7krCI1okSQ/s320/Kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiss someone you love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and Addy's room is finished and here is what it looks like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166591301893777746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NralEAaVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4TI2AEJVaR0/s320/room5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NrcFEAaXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GEb1-m-u12U/s1600-h/room1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166591327663581554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NrcFEAaXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GEb1-m-u12U/s320/room1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166593586816379266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NtflEAaYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vb_siGLVDZY/s320/room2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166593603996248466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NtglEAaZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tY6Xgvjpod8/s320/room3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166593612586183074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NthFEAaaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hZWlqZB1rpI/s320/room4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-9059988818346239208?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/9059988818346239208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=9059988818346239208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/9059988818346239208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/9059988818346239208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R7NrbVEAaWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/y7krCI1okSQ/s72-c/Kiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2975335781176595615</id><published>2008-01-26T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:59:10.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Number One.....</title><content type='html'>This weekend Tyler and I started our first major house project in this house.... Addy's room. The entire house is painted in this brown color, which we really like and will keep in most of the house, but not in a little girl's room. Here is what it looked like when we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5waJUWA31I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SEiT1KVY9G8/s1600-h/Roomb4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160028020441931602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5waJUWA31I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SEiT1KVY9G8/s320/Roomb4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5waJkWA32I/AAAAAAAAAIU/nkwwUfSIyq8/s1600-h/Roomb4+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160028024736898914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5waJkWA32I/AAAAAAAAAIU/nkwwUfSIyq8/s320/Roomb4+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what it looks like now, which is just crazy looking, but will all come together after Tyler puts up the bead board. My mom is passing through town on a little vacation/family visit, so Addy and I are going to jump in with her. Tyler and his friend, Nushawn will enjoy the bachelor lifestyle while I am gone and are supposed to finish the room. I don't know if Nushawn knows that is what he will be doing, but will find out soon enough.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wZFUWA3zI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EKBRgreMi28/s1600-h/Room+mid1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160026852210827058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wZFUWA3zI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EKBRgreMi28/s320/Room+mid1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see that we were both too lazy to paint the closet white, which we will probably regret later. It just seemed like such a hassle to move everything out of it and paint all of those little shelves when the doors should be closed anyway. Hey, maybe Nushawn would do that too?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wZFkWA30I/AAAAAAAAAIE/H4i4trKQSc4/s1600-h/Room+mid2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160026856505794370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wZFkWA30I/AAAAAAAAAIE/H4i4trKQSc4/s320/Room+mid2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-2975335781176595615?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2975335781176595615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2975335781176595615' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2975335781176595615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2975335781176595615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/project-number-one.html' title='Project Number One.....'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5waJUWA31I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SEiT1KVY9G8/s72-c/Roomb4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2642108729441689948</id><published>2008-01-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:34:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Girl</title><content type='html'>A couple that I went to high school with lives close by us. You've got to love high school sweethearts. Anyway, their little girl is a few months older than Addy. They went sledding the other day and had so much fun. Addy is the one with the yellow blanket; I know it is hard to tell under all the winter clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wWRUWA3yI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HVNfqTaX3cA/s1600-h/Sledding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160023759834373922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wWRUWA3yI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HVNfqTaX3cA/s320/Sledding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some pictures of her that I think are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wVY0WA3wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/58CH5tCO4IM/s1600-h/BB1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160022789171764994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wVY0WA3wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/58CH5tCO4IM/s320/BB1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wVZUWA3xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AvohTiSg7pM/s1600-h/BB2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160022797761699602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wVZUWA3xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AvohTiSg7pM/s320/BB2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-2642108729441689948?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2642108729441689948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2642108729441689948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2642108729441689948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2642108729441689948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-girl.html' title='The Little Girl'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R5wWRUWA3yI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HVNfqTaX3cA/s72-c/Sledding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-6731957678026222097</id><published>2008-01-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:30:31.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefits of a Smaller Town</title><content type='html'>I just wanted everyone to know, especially the Vegas subscribers, that I had to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; to get a new Driver's License today. I even had to take a written test, get a new photo, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05 am- Time I left my house.&lt;br /&gt;10:20 am- Time I arrived back to my snow-covered, yet very warm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and 15 minutes is much better than the 6 hours I spent in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; a few years ago. This reason alone ALMOST makes up for this town not having a Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-6731957678026222097?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6731957678026222097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=6731957678026222097' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6731957678026222097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6731957678026222097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/benefits-of-smaller-town.html' title='Benefits of a Smaller Town'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-5309960194568458810</id><published>2008-01-01T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:14:12.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of little Addy on Christmas morning. She was so much fun to watch while she explored her new toys and books. Also, I do realize that I am the worst photographer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy loves her new tunnel. Thanks, Aunt Min! She crawls through it MUCH faster than her mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sJZmPjj8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ZuTINCOf0w/s1600-h/Tunnel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150720934195466178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sJZmPjj8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ZuTINCOf0w/s320/Tunnel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sJaGPjj9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7OccSmKCp7A/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150720942785400786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sJaGPjj9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7OccSmKCp7A/s320/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when she first came out of her room and saw what Santa brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sLdWPjj-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0-r44cLB5h0/s1600-h/Morning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150723197643231202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sLdWPjj-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0-r44cLB5h0/s320/Morning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She liked showing Grandma and Grandpa her new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sLeGPjj_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/P2suiRFMqOI/s1600-h/Morning2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150723210528133106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sLeGPjj_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/P2suiRFMqOI/s320/Morning2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening presents with Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sNAGPjkAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wkYAgv5CNUQ/s1600-h/Morning3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150724894155313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sNAGPjkAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wkYAgv5CNUQ/s320/Morning3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! We have a doll house in our home. I love little girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sNAmPjkBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gM-5C5gMVDI/s1600-h/Morning4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150724902745247762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sNAmPjkBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gM-5C5gMVDI/s320/Morning4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-5309960194568458810?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5309960194568458810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=5309960194568458810' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5309960194568458810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5309960194568458810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/R3sJZmPjj8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ZuTINCOf0w/s72-c/Tunnel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2327469561693899040</id><published>2007-12-26T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:31:16.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas was Merry</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has been forever since I have updated and I have been taking some heat for it.... so, here is a small update. Christmas morning and new house pictures will follow after I get a chance to breath for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has been wonderful. Patrice and Allen stopped by on their way through for a little visit. It was great to see you guys. My mom came down to visit for the day on Saturday. She checked out our new place, played with Addy and did some shopping. Tyler's parents arrived Christmas Eve afternoon to spend Christmas with us. We ate, played games, ate, and ate some more. We also went of visit Tyler's sister Christmas evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was a blast. Of course, I couldn't sleep the night before because I was so excited for Addy to see what Santa left for her. She loved everything and threw an absolute fit when Tyler tried to put her in her high-chair to eat breakfast. Fit #2 came when I tried to make her have a nap later that afternoon. And there is another fit thrown every time we try to make her do anything having to do with leaving her toys for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our present highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler got a talking Michael Scott bobble-head for his new office, which is already out of batteries and a Dunder Mifflin polo-style shirt, which he wore to work today. He also got a new mitt to play city league softball. Oh, how could I forget that he also got this thing he calls a "stem machine" where he places small pads on his back that "shock" it. Sounds painful, but he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some great accessories for my I-pod, which I am obsessed with. I can now listen to my I-pod with head phones, through a speaker or in the car. I can put it in a skin with a clip, a skin without a clip or in an armband when I run. I also got an itunes gift card which I will use up in about 5 seconds after I finish this post. I also got a juicer, which I have been wanting FOREVER. I have lots of recipes too, because every time I see a magazine with juice diets on the cover, I buy it. This has been going on for months now too, way before Christmas even!?!?!? Good thing I got a juicer so I didn't purchase those magazines for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised that Tyler wanted to get the kitties a present, since he doesn't like them and complains weekly that we have to buy them food and liter. It all made sense to me when their present was a special brush that would nearly shave them bald so they wouldn't shed any fur in our new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas was great. How was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-2327469561693899040?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2327469561693899040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2327469561693899040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2327469561693899040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2327469561693899040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-was-merry.html' title='Christmas was Merry'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-1910174760036482569</id><published>2007-11-09T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:28:43.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Title</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out a perfect title for our blog. "On The Move", because we literally are on the move. Yes, we are moving again. We have been married for 5 years. This will be Tyler's and my fourth move and Addy's third move. That is almost a move year. Can anyone top that? I am not bragging about this; I actually despise moving, but what do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-1910174760036482569?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1910174760036482569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=1910174760036482569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/1910174760036482569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/1910174760036482569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-title.html' title='New Title'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-7827301543423874795</id><published>2007-11-01T10:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:29:56.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festivities</title><content type='html'>Here's how we celebrated Halloween:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoEyD-mdLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1_eRwbhF5A4/s1600-h/farmer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoEyD-mdLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1_eRwbhF5A4/s320/farmer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127916383822574770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoEyz-mdMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mCM7U-5rgQA/s1600-h/hey+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoEyz-mdMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mCM7U-5rgQA/s320/hey+ride.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127916396707476674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with some friends to a pumpkin patch/hey ride/corn maze/carnival place. They have a little girls about 6 months older than Addison. They had fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoEzj-mdNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lEeXn9Ev4-s/s1600-h/halloween1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoEzj-mdNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lEeXn9Ev4-s/s320/halloween1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127916409592378578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoE0T-mdOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kIb97FEeALM/s1600-h/halloween2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoE0T-mdOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kIb97FEeALM/s320/halloween2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127916422477280482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoE1D-mdPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kDKmevgYEYw/s1600-h/halloween3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoE1D-mdPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kDKmevgYEYw/s320/halloween3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127916435362182386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy was a giraffe for her second Halloween. She actually loved wearing her costume and LOVED random people filling her bag with candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-7827301543423874795?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/7827301543423874795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/7827301543423874795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-festivities.html' title='Halloween Festivities'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RyoEyD-mdLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1_eRwbhF5A4/s72-c/farmer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-5480218938412444305</id><published>2007-10-21T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:04:02.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Week</title><content type='html'>Here's our week. Nothing too spectacular, but just hanging around Addy is always an adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutLBdmzYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TQapiYRV8Ng/s1600-h/addydaddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutLBdmzYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TQapiYRV8Ng/s320/addydaddy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123879405946850690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and his little Tennessee fan. Go Vol's. Tyler takes Addy outside to play just about every evening. He is a hit with all the neighborhood kids. When he pulls up from work, the kids line up at the garage and ask when he and the baby will be out to play. They never ask when if I can come play though?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutLRdmzZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Fl53TXhsf0/s1600-h/kitties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutLRdmzZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Fl53TXhsf0/s320/kitties.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123879410241818002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against her daddy's wishes, Addy loves the kitties. She follows them around everywhere and they all play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutLxdmzaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kVLf3S_JAQ4/s1600-h/boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutLxdmzaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kVLf3S_JAQ4/s320/boots.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123879418831752610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutMRdmzbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p__jo4EA-bg/s1600-h/addymommy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutMRdmzbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p__jo4EA-bg/s320/addymommy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123879427421687218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love winter clothes, especially fuzzy boots. It didn't really make sense to own fuzzy boots in Vegas. But, now that we live in the frozen tundra, Addy and I went shopping for fuzzy boots. Tyler came too, but couldn't find any in his size =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutMxdmzcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7ntsdGw7iW0/s1600-h/bubbles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutMxdmzcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7ntsdGw7iW0/s320/bubbles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123879436011621826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always relieved to find something that will keep Addy entertained. Last week was coloring (which is hilarious, by the way), this week is bubbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-5480218938412444305?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5480218938412444305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=5480218938412444305' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5480218938412444305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5480218938412444305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-week.html' title='Our Week'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxutLBdmzYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TQapiYRV8Ng/s72-c/addydaddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-3519531522612471692</id><published>2007-10-12T21:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:02:54.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corner for Addy</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted a house with the coolest playroom on the planet. But, right now, while we are trying to figure out what to do with our lives, we have a room that must triple as a family room, office and playroom. This is my feeble attempt to have the coolest playcorner on the planet. I hope my poor child is not scarred for life due to the small amount of space she has to play. I promise it won't last forever, Baby. Believe it or not, Tyler, Addy and I can all fit in that tent thing- at the same time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxBBOBdmzVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-YSUQPjrK5U/s1600-h/corner1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxBBOBdmzVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-YSUQPjrK5U/s320/corner1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120664485486841170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxBBOhdmzWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kHQ86QX5tb4/s1600-h/corner2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxBBOhdmzWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kHQ86QX5tb4/s320/corner2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120664494076775778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxBBPBdmzXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JQSh6yt8as0/s1600-h/corner3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxBBPBdmzXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JQSh6yt8as0/s320/corner3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120664502666710386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-3519531522612471692?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3519531522612471692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=3519531522612471692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3519531522612471692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3519531522612471692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/10/corner-for-addy.html' title='A Corner for Addy'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxBBOBdmzVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-YSUQPjrK5U/s72-c/corner1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-4995615786293621736</id><published>2007-10-12T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:49:16.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Vacation</title><content type='html'>We embarked on our first vacation with little Addy. We went to Colorado and found out that a baby sure has a way of turning a 6 hour drive into a 12 day! We also found out that poor Addy gets car sick; we now keep the car stocked with plenty of wipes, a towel, plastic bags and a change of clothes. I felt so bad for her. We had a lot of fun. Addy was such a good girl and it is so much fun to watch her learn and explore. Here are some of the things we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4lRdmzLI/AAAAAAAAADM/mSdPIb7zwGU/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4lRdmzLI/AAAAAAAAADM/mSdPIb7zwGU/s320/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120654989314149554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4lhdmzMI/AAAAAAAAADU/wPAFpLwyyvo/s1600-h/Mall+turtle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4lhdmzMI/AAAAAAAAADU/wPAFpLwyyvo/s320/Mall+turtle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120654993609116866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4mBdmzNI/AAAAAAAAADc/NEAOqfCCxNI/s1600-h/mall+helicopter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4mBdmzNI/AAAAAAAAADc/NEAOqfCCxNI/s320/mall+helicopter.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120655002199051474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped half-way through the drive to give Addy a break. We hung out in a mall for a few hours and let her play in the play place and ride in a helicopter. She was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4mhdmzOI/AAAAAAAAADk/1ltUKgPeis0/s1600-h/broncos+game.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4mhdmzOI/AAAAAAAAADk/1ltUKgPeis0/s320/broncos+game.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120655010788986082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the Broncos vs. Raiders game. It was a blast. As you can see, the venue is huge and the atmosphere was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4nBdmzPI/AAAAAAAAADs/FMQMQ_8PUEo/s1600-h/giraffes1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4nBdmzPI/AAAAAAAAADs/FMQMQ_8PUEo/s320/giraffes1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120655019378920690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8SBdmzQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/daYtWNzihwo/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8SBdmzQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/daYtWNzihwo/s320/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120659056648178946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8ShdmzRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r7Kb8FcN7-Y/s1600-h/elephants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8ShdmzRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r7Kb8FcN7-Y/s320/elephants.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120659065238113554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8SxdmzSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CuDhe1ZV9oY/s1600-h/leapord1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8SxdmzSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CuDhe1ZV9oY/s320/leapord1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120659069533080866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8TRdmzTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tIil1crTkVI/s1600-h/zooview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8TRdmzTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tIil1crTkVI/s320/zooview.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120659078123015474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs. I have never been to the zoo before (at least that I can remember), so I think I may have been more excited than Addy. She was just probably wondering where her crazy parents were dragging her next! The giraffes were everyone's favorite attraction. Addy was so brave; she feed a cracker to one. She only did it once though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: If you are ever traveling to Colorado Springs and need a good hotel, we can recomment one. The hotel we stayed in had a waterslide, people. A WATERSLIDE! Not a lame one; a good one. What a concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8TxdmzUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TxBPv7kE5Hs/s1600-h/chuckecheese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA8TxdmzUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TxBPv7kE5Hs/s320/chuckecheese.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120659086712950082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Addy got her first Chuck E Cheese experience. She liked riding in the car with him and playing skeet ball. Tyler and I pooled our ticket together and got a pretty pink braclet for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-4995615786293621736?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4995615786293621736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=4995615786293621736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/4995615786293621736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/4995615786293621736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/10/babys-first-vacation.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Vacation'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RxA4lRdmzLI/AAAAAAAAADM/mSdPIb7zwGU/s72-c/DSC01118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-3243491254477320712</id><published>2007-09-13T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:24:33.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Doing Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RvSK4qjmahI/AAAAAAAAADE/IZ8xMEUkLBg/s1600-h/addypool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RvSK4qjmahI/AAAAAAAAADE/IZ8xMEUkLBg/s320/addypool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112864183073270290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RulfaujkPJI/AAAAAAAAACk/_AyOxNmauwc/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RulfaujkPJI/AAAAAAAAACk/_AyOxNmauwc/s320/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109720165006982290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RulfbejkPLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/acyLjVuEhJ0/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RulfbejkPLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/acyLjVuEhJ0/s320/DSC01082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109720177891884210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy has been very busy, as usual. She had her first swimming pool experience. She was not super excited about being in the actual swimming pool, but she loved sitting around the pool and watching other kids swim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-3243491254477320712?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3243491254477320712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=3243491254477320712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3243491254477320712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/3243491254477320712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ive-doing-lately.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Doing Lately'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RvSK4qjmahI/AAAAAAAAADE/IZ8xMEUkLBg/s72-c/addypool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-5128120259084000793</id><published>2007-09-13T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:50:19.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crowd Gets What the Crowd Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RulbzujkPHI/AAAAAAAAACU/pGz8OdXaocE/s1600-h/LL03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RulbzujkPHI/AAAAAAAAACU/pGz8OdXaocE/s320/LL03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109716196457200754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Rulb0OjkPII/AAAAAAAAACc/HTwrANCKRkc/s1600-h/LL02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Rulb0OjkPII/AAAAAAAAACc/HTwrANCKRkc/s320/LL02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109716205047135362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are. They are pretty blurry, but it is Lindsay Lohan non-the-less. Tyler said she is pretty short and tiny and was really nice to everyone at the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-5128120259084000793?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5128120259084000793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=5128120259084000793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5128120259084000793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/5128120259084000793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/09/crowd-gets-what-crowd-wants.html' title='The Crowd Gets What the Crowd Wants'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RulbzujkPHI/AAAAAAAAACU/pGz8OdXaocE/s72-c/LL03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-2165530112339585302</id><published>2007-08-06T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:50:02.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, our baby has turned one-year-old. We had a little family party for her on Friday. She absolutely loved everything: attention, pizza, opening presents, playing with new toys and making a mess out of her cake. Her new toys are still keeping her entertained!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095655313172047442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrdngmdzplI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u7NkQOr5RgA/s320/bdchair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Dora chair from Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095655321761982050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrdnhGdzpmI/AAAAAAAAACE/fCIZP13_i10/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every kid needs a Glow Worm (according to Tyler).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Rrdne2dzpiI/AAAAAAAAABk/Z_azEmYPJms/s1600-h/bdcake1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095655283107276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/Rrdne2dzpiI/AAAAAAAAABk/Z_azEmYPJms/s320/bdcake1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first, she didn't know what to do with the cake because we typically don't let her make a mess with her food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095657744123537010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrdpuGdzpnI/AAAAAAAAACM/wShFqCg8bCY/s320/bdcake2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She eventually got the hang of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrdngGdzpkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hMZMXn3haes/s1600-h/bdcake3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095655304582112834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrdngGdzpkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hMZMXn3haes/s320/bdcake3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...and ended up looking like this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-2165530112339585302?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2165530112339585302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=2165530112339585302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2165530112339585302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/2165530112339585302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrdngmdzplI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u7NkQOr5RgA/s72-c/bdchair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-6351270417047892148</id><published>2007-08-01T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:05:56.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addy's New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDj2dzpaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YXdTtH2M5s0/s1600-h/Addy+oneyear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093856567983580578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDj2dzpaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YXdTtH2M5s0/s320/Addy+oneyear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDkWdzpbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bPqL5sEF6PA/s1600-h/Addy+oneyear3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093856576573515186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDkWdzpbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bPqL5sEF6PA/s320/Addy+oneyear3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDkmdzpcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0CcSpg67x14/s1600-h/Addy+oneyear4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093856580868482498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDkmdzpcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0CcSpg67x14/s320/Addy+oneyear4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDk2dzpdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aBsKhpX_TlE/s1600-h/Addy+oneyear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093856585163449810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDk2dzpdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aBsKhpX_TlE/s320/Addy+oneyear5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEC7mdzpZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BClXl7zXi4I/s1600-h/Addy+oneyear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093855876493845906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEC7mdzpZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BClXl7zXi4I/s200/Addy+oneyear1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are Addison's 1-year-old pictures. Her poor little eyes were red that day because of her allergies, so I thought about cancelling the picture appointment. I decided against that, because I figured she could have some sort of scratch, bump or bruise at any given time because she is all over the place and into everything..... and I thought they turned out great anyway (I know I am a little bias though).&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/6839527516163549221-6351270417047892148?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6351270417047892148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=6351270417047892148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6351270417047892148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/6351270417047892148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/addys-new-pictures.html' title='Addy&apos;s New Pictures'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RrEDj2dzpaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YXdTtH2M5s0/s72-c/Addy+oneyear2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839527516163549221.post-8180383430626575644</id><published>2007-07-19T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:32:25.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RqBIhJFf2yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cOTrKE6rCtc/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089147313140521762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RqBIhJFf2yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cOTrKE6rCtc/s320/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RqBIhpFf2zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ty6GCFInhQ4/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089147321730456370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RqBIhpFf2zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ty6GCFInhQ4/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good buddy Patrice gave me the idea to start a blog, which I thought was a good idea since we have moved away from everyone. That way, you can see how incredibly cute Addison is. She is almost 1-year old!!! She is crawling everywhere and doing the cutest things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we miss everyone and hope you are all doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6839527516163549221-8180383430626575644?l=addybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8180383430626575644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6839527516163549221&amp;postID=8180383430626575644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8180383430626575644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6839527516163549221/posts/default/8180383430626575644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Tyler and Mindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdOhMKZCqWU/RqBIhJFf2yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cOTrKE6rCtc/s72-c/DSC00929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
