<?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-5225514976769480103</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:53:16.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eliason 5</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-2981288300739582437</id><published>2010-05-24T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:09:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hubby</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to tell my husband how much I love him. Eight years ago today I made the best choice of my life and married him. I love his kindness and sweetness toward me. I love that he makes me laugh everyday. He is my support and the best possible dad I could have ever imagined for the other three and a half loves of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making this the best eight years, Jus! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-2981288300739582437?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/2981288300739582437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=2981288300739582437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/2981288300739582437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/2981288300739582437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hubby.html' title='My hubby'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-4372468274081305521</id><published>2010-05-18T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:17:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New fun craziness</title><content type='html'>As per several requests for clarification (apparently my post a month ago tipped people off!) I am relenting and saying out loud that baby #4 is on her way. It is another girl which was to Matthew's terrible chagrin. He wasn't quite sure at first how it was going to be with three younger sisters. Our friends from Omaha, the Bairds, also have a son, then three girls. Their son warned Matthew of this very real possibility when Matt was 1 year old and we all laughed because there just aren't a lot of girls in the Eliason family. Who knew Tanner was right and here I am, 5 years later, remembering that little prophetic comment!&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to say the least to see how our family dynamic will change. Things will be crazy at best. I don't know how things will go with a new baby and my calling (okay I do realize that my Grandma had 11 kids or so when she was RS pres and she survived so it can be done but I don't hold much hope for sanity with this combo!) but the Lord strengthens, this I know. Family of 6 here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-4372468274081305521?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/4372468274081305521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=4372468274081305521' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/4372468274081305521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/4372468274081305521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-fun-craziness.html' title='New fun craziness'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-2322206888457073733</id><published>2010-04-17T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T05:46:57.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for little triumphs</title><content type='html'>Life is so good right now. I always have mixed emotions in declaring that to myself because I worry what is right on the heels of all this peace and contentment! But I can't be ungrateful to the Lord for what I have so I just have to say it anyway. LIFE IS GOOD! I am completely enjoying this stage of my kid's lives. I can say that despite the fact that we are potty training Ellie. I say about a million times a day that I HATE POTTY TRAINING! But in all actuality Ellie is doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will have accidents here and there but she goes in and gets new clothes and puts her dirty ones in the hamper by herself so my work load is reduced. I mean really! No major life struggles there. Plus it is so cute when she has a triumph. Usually she is so-so about the latest deposit until I start jumping around like a maniac cheering. Then she gets the cutest grin on her face. For the first few days, whenever she had a success we had to call and tell daddy. So now if I put the phone up to her ear when Justin calls, she immediately, with an air of boredom, says "Ellie go potty." I guess that is now the new standard of what to say to your dad on the phone. Do I have to say that when I talk to my dad on the phone? Because I'm pretty sure his excitement of my ability to use the potty has long since past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-2322206888457073733?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/2322206888457073733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=2322206888457073733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/2322206888457073733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/2322206888457073733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-for-little-triumphs.html' title='Yay for little triumphs'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-3539668416502834795</id><published>2010-04-15T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:41:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life marches on</title><content type='html'>So far this year has been one of great happiness, excitement, growth, difficulty, bumps, bruises, heartache and joy. (I won't mention the busy-ness. EVERYONE is busy right now!) And it's only April! One constant thread through it all has been my amazing husband and my love for him, and also my three amigos. My kids make each day worth getting up. I have had several poignant experiences this past couple of months that have made me cherish them more than I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;So...since we have been absent on the blog scene for a long while and it would take WAY too much time to update everything, I will copy a smart idea Justin's cousin has and quickly &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin turning 31: Ellie saying her first full sentence: Matthew developing a desire for Saturdays way too early: Mia starting "real" soccer: a new highly demanding church calling (I will never complain about any church leader ever again..not that I ever did before): a loss of a grandpa: the birth of a nephew (finally!): a trip to Disneyland: Ellie turning 2: a heartbreaking loss: an exciting new arrival in Sept.: me turning 30 (what the?): new friends: a job change: lots of hugs: growing testimonies and love for the gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-3539668416502834795?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/3539668416502834795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=3539668416502834795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3539668416502834795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3539668416502834795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-marches-on.html' title='Life marches on'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-1311060457375192772</id><published>2009-10-08T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:54:57.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU-Oklahoma game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Justin has been bugging me to get our trip to Dallas for the BYU game up on the blog for a while. Why you ask? Purely for bragging rights to all our BYU fan friends and family, I'm sure. It was about the funnest game ever and we LOVED it. Plus going without the kids was a bit of a bonus. (Thanks Lesha and Dave!) We got to go with my mom and dad and had a blast with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390348401436659970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5dT9M6EQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dqidpNyb-Mc/s320/DSCN4363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390348393049872786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5dTd9V2ZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qNOZ8lSaNVs/s320/DSCN4366.JPG" /&gt; This is the Oklahoma side right after BYU won. (Notice all the empty seats?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390348080653677698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5dBSMSNII/AAAAAAAAAP0/qJt05zA8U5g/s320/DSCN4375.JPG" /&gt;...And here's the BYU side. All the BYU fans stuck around, we were all so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390348063214087026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5dAROXK3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/RYJaubpNf2M/s320/DSCN4376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Oklahoma fans were, I think, the nicest, most cordial, gracious fans I've ever encountered. And I have been to some games where we have had to deal with some pretty rough, foul mouthed rival fans. So thanks to Oklahoma fans for making the game even more enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390350248881714194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5e_feIdBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/55VuS3EYwTg/s320/DSCN4361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fort Worth was Justin's mission so this trip had double purpose for us. He took me all over his mission and we even got to go visit a lady that he taught. (Love you Gloria!) This was his apartment in one of his areas. (Can you tell he looks thrilled to be posing for a picture in front of someone's apartment?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-1311060457375192772?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/1311060457375192772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=1311060457375192772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1311060457375192772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1311060457375192772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/10/byu-oklahoma-game.html' title='BYU-Oklahoma game'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5dT9M6EQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dqidpNyb-Mc/s72-c/DSCN4363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-3876072050188330672</id><published>2009-10-08T14:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:33:27.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Mia turned 4 a couple of weeks ago, and being the slacker mom that I am didn't get it up on the blog before she pointed out that her birthday pictures weren't on the "bloggy" (every word ends in "y" these days). What the heck?! I don't blog very often and my 4-year-old still noticed the discrepancy. So here she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YylwLDOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Zjc1qXRg0LU/s1600-h/DSCN4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390343430159928546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YylwLDOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Zjc1qXRg0LU/s320/DSCN4388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YyLfCjGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZhI41zxbNag/s1600-h/DSCN4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390343423108746338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YyLfCjGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZhI41zxbNag/s320/DSCN4384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very excited that she now has a girl bike. She was very done with the tonka truck hand-me-down bike from Matthew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YxjnUY9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/3DgKg0YFygQ/s1600-h/DSCN4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390343412406051794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YxjnUY9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/3DgKg0YFygQ/s320/DSCN4392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I asked what kind of cake Mia wanted she &lt;em&gt;immediately&lt;/em&gt; said "pink cookie monster".     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little random (okay, a lot random) but the great thing about Mia is that she is very decisive and doesn't take FOREVER deciding on something (nudge, nudge Matthew and Daddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YxLsPFaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/D2H4YdA3-LY/s1600-h/DSCN4404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390343405984224674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YxLsPFaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/D2H4YdA3-LY/s320/DSCN4404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got to have her first friend party and decided on Strawberry Shortcake. We had 17 kids(ACK!!!) ranging from 1-5 in our small house at one time so... very chaotic!. Though, Mia assured me that it was the "most awesomest party in history" so it was a success.&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/5225514976769480103-3876072050188330672?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/3876072050188330672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=3876072050188330672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3876072050188330672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3876072050188330672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/10/mias-birthday.html' title='Mia&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Ss5YylwLDOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Zjc1qXRg0LU/s72-c/DSCN4388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-1273765155013466702</id><published>2009-09-09T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:10:38.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is in school!</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I have LOVED this summer. We have enjoyed every second as we have lived it up before Matthew started school. Incidentally, several things got put on the back burner, including my blog, as I spent all my time enjoying my kids so here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is now a kindergartener. He loves school and is so excited each morning to get to go. He says his teacher is nice and he likes his class but I think the majority of his excitement stems from getting to ride the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SqhqqWfRvwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7RW6nmzpDLQ/s1600-h/DSCN4356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379667030717873922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SqhqqWfRvwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7RW6nmzpDLQ/s320/DSCN4356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Sqhqp8xsjMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uuy0VYCrER0/s1600-h/DSCN4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379667023815806146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Sqhqp8xsjMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uuy0VYCrER0/s320/DSCN4357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Sqhqb7DbqCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-l1MxVRED30/s1600-h/DSCN4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379666782835157026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/Sqhqb7DbqCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-l1MxVRED30/s320/DSCN4360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is him sitting with his class not even looking back at me as I (silently) bawl in the back of the room. He was unaffected by the separation which is a good thing I guess. Not too fun for me but I survived.&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/5225514976769480103-1273765155013466702?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/1273765155013466702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=1273765155013466702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1273765155013466702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1273765155013466702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-baby-is-in-school.html' title='My baby is in school!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SqhqqWfRvwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7RW6nmzpDLQ/s72-c/DSCN4356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-5277500161348725709</id><published>2009-06-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:54:57.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWXFvAqHtI/AAAAAAAAANs/IyPoB8thqZw/s1600-h/DSCN4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347346257346698962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWXFvAqHtI/AAAAAAAAANs/IyPoB8thqZw/s320/DSCN4159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week Mia got to go with mommy to the Princess Festival. She dressed in her Tinkerbell dress and got to make a crown and a wand. She went around with all the other little princesses and the blue fairy to save Snow White, Rapunzel, Cinderella, Belle, and Sleeping Beauty from the dark fairy. The Foundation "In Our Own Quiet Way" which provides relief for children in Kenya, put the festival on for the girls and Mia and I had a blast. She felt very special and she even got a free real pearl necklace which she wore to church a few days after. Although the main highlight for Mia was the playground with swings. Go figure, I could have saved the money and just taken her to a park in her Tinkerbell dress! All of the volunteers were dressed in princess gowns and it was very well done. Definitely something my girls and I will try to go to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWwc1yTUI/AAAAAAAAANk/C8SATi2Z9rU/s1600-h/DSCN4177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347345891692006722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWwc1yTUI/AAAAAAAAANk/C8SATi2Z9rU/s320/DSCN4177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Mia in her carriage on her way to the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWwFbIe6I/AAAAAAAAANc/2ejkITCCxi8/s1600-h/DSCN4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347345885406198690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWwFbIe6I/AAAAAAAAANc/2ejkITCCxi8/s320/DSCN4175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Tinkerbell got to "fly" with Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. She even got to blow fairy dust to give her the magic of flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWv9me1uI/AAAAAAAAANU/nTDxDcsmKEE/s1600-h/DSCN4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347345883306317538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWv9me1uI/AAAAAAAAANU/nTDxDcsmKEE/s320/DSCN4171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia's very favorite princess, Sleeping Beauty. She adores her for no other reason than that she has a pink dress; surprise, surprise. Mia was terrified of all the princes and wouldn't go anywhere near them. I guess she figured that those boys did not belong at our "girl's day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWvifv-aI/AAAAAAAAANM/5MFcKQMG1h4/s1600-h/DSCN4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347345876030323106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWWvifv-aI/AAAAAAAAANM/5MFcKQMG1h4/s320/DSCN4165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue fairy and all the little princesses on their quest to save the storybook princesses. Mia is, of course, hanging away from the group in the very back. Less claustrophobic that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_24.gif" border="0" /&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/5225514976769480103-5277500161348725709?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/5277500161348725709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=5277500161348725709' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/5277500161348725709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/5277500161348725709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-week-mia-got-to-go-with-mommy-to.html' title='Princess Festival'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SjWXFvAqHtI/AAAAAAAAANs/IyPoB8thqZw/s72-c/DSCN4159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-3902599345712944631</id><published>2009-04-14T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:08:26.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip back east!</title><content type='html'>Now that we have FINALLY transitioned to high-speed internet, I can post about our trip back east! It was the first trip Justin and I have taken sans kids since before our kids were born. It was a little strange to be without them. I didn't realize how much the kids' bedtime routine actually helped ME to go to sleep. I woke up several times during each night out of habit but it was nice to not have to get out of bed in the middle of the night for nightmares etc. We went to visit my brother, his wife and their adorable baby girl in Baltomore. We got to go to Gettysburg, Valley Forge, Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero (very sobering) and Carnegie Hall to list the major sights. My sister's choir group from Provo High (love you Shar!) was the featured choir at Carnegie Hall. Going to see her perform at such a prestigious place was the basis and main reason for our trip. It was a great trip and I am VERY grateful to my in-laws for braving my three crazies for an entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3gbO4vvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eTB3TQiTnGg/s1600-h/DSCN3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652795896839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3gbO4vvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eTB3TQiTnGg/s320/DSCN3981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo prop was for kids but I was able to talk Justin into a picture. He was not at all embarrassed to stand in line behind a group of small kids waiting to be George Washington!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3gIwPTeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Xev5nONEC5A/s1600-h/DSCN3970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652790936456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3gIwPTeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Xev5nONEC5A/s320/DSCN3970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the cannons at Gettysburg. This place was very cool and a must see for anyone doing a trip in the Pennsylvania area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3f7J4C8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vHZktSkqLYo/s1600-h/DSCN4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652787285887938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3f7J4C8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vHZktSkqLYo/s320/DSCN4006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going to the Statue of Liberty. Such a touristy thing but something everyone must do at least once in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3fwQuGzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IY1gqJYDZVA/s1600-h/DSCN4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652784361806642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3fwQuGzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IY1gqJYDZVA/s320/DSCN4020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the construction at Ground Zero. It is incredible to see a huge hole in the middle of downtown New York City. Construction is slow-going and still underway eight years after 9-11. My sister's choir group sang at the site and did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3fg2qefI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9cIm0c7TGsw/s1600-h/DSCN4026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652780225985010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3fg2qefI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9cIm0c7TGsw/s320/DSCN4026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A memorial at the fire station across from Ground Zero that lost nearly 200 firefighters in the aftermath of the attack. &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/5225514976769480103-3902599345712944631?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/3902599345712944631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=3902599345712944631' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3902599345712944631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3902599345712944631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-back-east.html' title='Trip back east!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SeT3gbO4vvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eTB3TQiTnGg/s72-c/DSCN3981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-1543135520469388979</id><published>2009-02-22T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:28:21.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie turns 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIWVQcDyuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pZhzKlf4WBA/s1600-h/DSCN3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305827865441585890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIWVQcDyuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pZhzKlf4WBA/s320/DSCN3931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby turned 1 on Feb. 13th, her great-grandpa Kimball's birthday. This year went SO fast. I know every mom in the world says that at every birthday their kids have but my goodness, it really has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305827135457723154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIVqxCWAxI/AAAAAAAAAME/X4ngplDpjCY/s320/DSCN3933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She looks thrilled doesn't she? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIVOBmaZEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-Km0oqNXCLA/s1600-h/DSCN3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305826641687766082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIVOBmaZEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-Km0oqNXCLA/s320/DSCN3940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Mia decided that since she is one and isn't walking yet, they would try to help the process along. We found out the other day, after several very confident steps to Justin, that she really can walk; she just chooses not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIVOOIm2zI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jXNjFb1Yb4c/s1600-h/DSCN3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305826645052414770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIVOOIm2zI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jXNjFb1Yb4c/s320/DSCN3939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun party with family. We gave a big piece of cake to Ellie to devour just as we have the other two kids. She stuck her hand in it and with the most disgusted look on her face, yanked her hand away. She tentatively put some in her mouth and this picture is of her spitting it back out. After that, she wanted nothing to do with the blob on her tray and scowled at it the whole time. &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/5225514976769480103-1543135520469388979?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/1543135520469388979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=1543135520469388979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1543135520469388979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1543135520469388979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/02/ellie-turns-1.html' title='Ellie turns 1!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SaIWVQcDyuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pZhzKlf4WBA/s72-c/DSCN3931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-3582637008505475602</id><published>2009-02-05T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:49:40.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew is 5! AAHHHH</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, Feb. 1st, (yes, Super Bowl Sunday) Matthew turned 5! It is so crazy to me. I don't know why this age is so much more a wig-out for me. Maybe because of the whole starting school thing, who knows. I love my little boy so much! He is such a little sweetheart and has no qualmes about going and talking to any new little kid. I wish I could make friends so easily. Happy Birthday, Matt! I love you, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszSExJWSI/AAAAAAAAALk/aYyTfelZjOU/s1600-h/DSCN3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299385772142057762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszSExJWSI/AAAAAAAAALk/aYyTfelZjOU/s320/DSCN3927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew's new big boy bike sans training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszSLfuXhI/AAAAAAAAALc/fJk-HO4sXEc/s1600-h/DSCN3923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299385773948034578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszSLfuXhI/AAAAAAAAALc/fJk-HO4sXEc/s320/DSCN3923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chuck E. Cheese's the day before for a little family birthday party. (Note to self and all others: NEVER go to Chuck E. Cheese on a Saturday. Especially in the Winter!! AGGHHH is all I will say.) It was fun but a little of a let-down for us after having been to the Amazing Pizza Machine in Omaha. Ellie was less than thrilled at the gigantic rat trying to give her five with a paw bigger than her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszR13w85I/AAAAAAAAALU/hyLsmJlHe6I/s1600-h/DSCN3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299385768143287186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszR13w85I/AAAAAAAAALU/hyLsmJlHe6I/s320/DSCN3910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also wasn't too excited about the big truck that moved up and down and rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszDNqPQ6I/AAAAAAAAALM/niBZi1WZlxQ/s1600-h/DSCN3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299385516830966690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszDNqPQ6I/AAAAAAAAALM/niBZi1WZlxQ/s320/DSCN3914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this survey on Lindsey's facebook and thought it appropriate to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here you go mommies - a different kind of survey for a change - it's all about your first born! Let's see how much you remember!&lt;br /&gt;1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED? Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME? Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS? SOOO excited, overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU? Never ever ever (fight FOCA)&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW OLD WERE YOU? 23&lt;br /&gt;6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT? We had been trying so I was very aware of my monthly friend's schedule and took a test as soon as I was late.&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST? I screeched it at my husband&lt;br /&gt;8. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX? Yes, although I was sure he was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;9. DUE DATE? Feb. 8th&lt;br /&gt;10. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS? Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE? Chocolate milk and cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;12. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST? The weight gain&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX? Boy&lt;br /&gt;14. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING? No, I was sure I would get a girl but I was so excited to find out he was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;15. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY? Let's just say it was less than a ton.&lt;br /&gt;16. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER? Yep. Thanks Mom and sisters&lt;br /&gt;17. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW? I knew&lt;br /&gt;18. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY? Pregnancy hypertension causing puffiness and weight gain. But I was able to be induced a week early so there is the silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;19. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH? Creighton University Hospital. A teaching hospital...nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR? 2&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL? My hubby&lt;br /&gt;22. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH? My husband, a bunch of nurses and a med student who kept saying "this is so awesome!" and started to cry. I didn't want to deck him at all!&lt;br /&gt;23. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION? natural&lt;br /&gt;24. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN? Yes, sure wish it worked.&lt;br /&gt;27. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH? 7 lbs. 2 oz.&lt;br /&gt;28. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN ? Feb. 1st at 11:36 am Super Bowl Sunday. It was snowing like crazy; at least a foot. Justin kept cradling Matty under one arm like a football.&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER? Matthew Justin Eliason among many many nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;31. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY? 5! AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYsyh-ZlgPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fFKPbIV2RUc/s1600-h/Eliason+10-25-08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299384945798906098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYsyh-ZlgPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fFKPbIV2RUc/s320/Eliason+10-25-08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-3582637008505475602?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/3582637008505475602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=3582637008505475602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3582637008505475602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3582637008505475602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/02/matthew-is-5-aahhhh.html' title='Matthew is 5! AAHHHH'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SYszSExJWSI/AAAAAAAAALk/aYyTfelZjOU/s72-c/DSCN3927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-5455028180575615692</id><published>2009-01-06T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:44:32.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun life list</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Terica's blog and thought it looked kind of fun. It's a fun way to learn about your friends. How many have you done? The blue bolded ones are the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Slept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris {will someday!}&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(no, although I have seen a midwestern lightning storm and those are pretty intense!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning (thank you very much Spain food)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(I will in March YAY!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France {I will when I do #12}&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill ( I tried to justify it by calling it a "personal day")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice {on my to do list}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a home run (thanks to an error, but I'm counting it!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise {hopefully soon!}&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language (my spanish teachers helped a little)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (my goal is to be satisfied with whatever I am blessed with)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Gone without food or water for 24 hours or longer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris {again, will be done once I do #12}&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling (probably when I go on a cruise if that ever happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business (my lucrative ebay sales)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Stayed up for 24 hours with NO sleep at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason (ALL THE TIME! I love my husband!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma (Way too much, maybe that's my problem)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check (a obnoxious mistake I will NOT make again)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Tied a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(In March hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Visited Mount Rushmore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Changed a lightbulb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle (not really "speeding" because I was too scared and wouldn't let him go fast)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(my brother Trevan has)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Mowed the lawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(close.. I am in Jeremiah in the OT right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Been loved by someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Total: 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have decided that I am not very well traveled. Justin, get on the ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-5455028180575615692?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/5455028180575615692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=5455028180575615692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/5455028180575615692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/5455028180575615692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-life-list.html' title='Fun life list'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-3509929192023130328</id><published>2008-12-18T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:59:47.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin turns 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SUqdQ9eagOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OoA4pRQnkiA/s1600-h/DSCN3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281206427750924514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SUqdQ9eagOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OoA4pRQnkiA/s320/DSCN3854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have in no way been badgering my husband endlessly about the fact that he is 30. The mere fact that he has entered the 30 decade while I am still in my youthful 20's hasn't come up one time! He got exactly what he wanted: a day full of REST. He didn't have to do one thing he didn't want to. He even got a nap. I also didn't at all mention that he NEEDED the nap because he is so old! We got to go out that night (thanks Lesha and Dave!) and see a movie that was all for him (Dark Knight, really not my choice but it was his day.) Happy 30, hon!&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/5225514976769480103-3509929192023130328?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/3509929192023130328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=3509929192023130328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3509929192023130328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3509929192023130328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/12/justin-turns-30.html' title='Justin turns 30!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SUqdQ9eagOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OoA4pRQnkiA/s72-c/DSCN3854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-1596247606262718229</id><published>2008-12-08T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:38:04.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It had to happen sometime.</title><content type='html'>We have gone almost 5 years without any major incidents. No broken bones, ER visits, stitches... nothing. Our short-lived streak was broken yesterday. We had to go get stitches in Mia's face. That's what happens when I leave her in Daddy's care. She went running down the sidewalk and face planted with the chin catching most of her fall. I was not home at the time and Justin had to contact me at my meeting and get me home. When I got home all chaos was broken loose. Three things struck me when I opened the door:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mia, gushing blood, had one little tissue against her cheek. Nowhere near the wound, leaving her new sweater to catch most of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;2. Matthew was very distraught because "Mia won't survive"&lt;br /&gt;3. Mia, although changed out of her church clothes, is still wearing her black velvet jacket that goes with her church dress. How it is not covered in stains is still a miracle to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia was sobbing, telling me that she will never get to dance or play soccer again. (Have I mentioned my daughter is dramatic?) We got Matthew and Ellie dropped off at my parents' house. My mom tried to give Mia a more substantial rag to hold against her chin but she refused to get rid of her bloody tissue/security blanket. On the way to the hospital Mia had two major concerns, neither of which directly involved the painful laceration. She wanted a girl doctor to take care of her and she didn't want food to fall out of her chin if she ate any. I will say that she is one tough cookie. She cried for about 10 seconds when they numbed her chin, other than that she was just fine. I have to say that I am very surprised that my calm 3 year old girl was our first stitches victim and not our wild 4 year old boy. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got pictures but I will spare any unlucky ready the gorey details. Instead here is a pic of the kids and their gingerbread houses they made at Grandad and Grandma Necie's house after the hospital trip. The band-aid is difficult to spot looking at her straight on which is a blessing. No visible scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/ST30svdo_nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LAwXVpDB8es/s1600-h/DSCN3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277643387840298610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/ST30svdo_nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LAwXVpDB8es/s320/DSCN3856.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/5225514976769480103-1596247606262718229?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/1596247606262718229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=1596247606262718229' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1596247606262718229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1596247606262718229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-had-to-happen-sometime.html' title='It had to happen sometime.'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/ST30svdo_nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LAwXVpDB8es/s72-c/DSCN3856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-1252896358439571680</id><published>2008-11-24T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:26:00.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...finally</title><content type='html'>So I am just now getting the halloween pics up almost a month later and 3 days before Thanksgiving but here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrvbiQNk-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S0CqutXw-kc/s1600-h/DSCN3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272289570120897506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrvbiQNk-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S0CqutXw-kc/s320/DSCN3842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie was our little tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrvbHE8-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rXLPmuK8HWc/s1600-h/DSCN3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272289562825914770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrvbHE8-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rXLPmuK8HWc/s320/DSCN3843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia was Sleeping Beauty. Anyone shocked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrva-B17FI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Yrs1llYL0no/s1600-h/DSCN3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272289560396950610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrva-B17FI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Yrs1llYL0no/s320/DSCN3841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew was Woody from Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrt13VCinI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RvPc0xOwL7g/s1600-h/DSCN3845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272287823431633522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrt13VCinI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RvPc0xOwL7g/s320/DSCN3845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friends' daughter was Jessie from Toy Story so we had to get a picture of them together. She looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrt1VCFbZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dD0QlXR8vFU/s1600-h/DSCN3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272287814225325458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrt1VCFbZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dD0QlXR8vFU/s320/DSCN3844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew hanging out with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrtgOVeTMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ziLhxRRnocY/s1600-h/DSCN3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272287451650346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrtgOVeTMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ziLhxRRnocY/s320/DSCN3840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-1252896358439571680?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/1252896358439571680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=1252896358439571680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1252896358439571680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/1252896358439571680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloweenfinally.html' title='Halloween...finally'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SSrvbiQNk-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S0CqutXw-kc/s72-c/DSCN3842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-4983152871564458677</id><published>2008-11-10T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:51:04.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little brother gets married!</title><content type='html'>My little brother, Ben, got married on Oct. 11th to the cutest girl! We love Camille (or as the kids call her Ca-kneel). She was a beautiful bride and it was a fun wedding, despite the freezing cold! We know she is a true blue BYU fan because she had Ben take her to the homecoming game the very day they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRiojr5ekaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BimSZ9KV_d0/s1600-h/DSCN3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267145095242486178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRiojr5ekaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BimSZ9KV_d0/s320/DSCN3704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioSXNeKLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zo7INUGC0TE/s1600-h/DSCN3703.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267144797631424690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioSXNeKLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zo7INUGC0TE/s320/DSCN3703.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mia trying to give Ben a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267148435296210882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRirmGkVz8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7_efD-ec6Eg/s320/DSCN3673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank goodness my sister Emily was there to keep my baby bundled up. She had a little red nose all night. (Ellie, not Emily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioRRjrusI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iwGfGtdjfuw/s1600-h/DSCN3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267144778934106818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioRRjrusI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iwGfGtdjfuw/s320/DSCN3719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioQSoEVDI/AAAAAAAAAII/eXJH-8tAI7s/s1600-h/DSCN3723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267144762041062450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioQSoEVDI/AAAAAAAAAII/eXJH-8tAI7s/s320/DSCN3723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew's quest through the evening was to see how much food he could gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioPpgqXYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J1-L8Twq--U/s1600-h/DSCN3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267144751004147074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioPpgqXYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J1-L8Twq--U/s320/DSCN3701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioPE6xXII/AAAAAAAAAH4/BVHCsZp7IjQ/s1600-h/DSCN3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267144741181545602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRioPE6xXII/AAAAAAAAAH4/BVHCsZp7IjQ/s320/DSCN3698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my girls. Don't ask me what Ellie was doing. It was toward the end of the evening and my kids were coming a little unglued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRinc3SvYyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YkC6FF4uLyA/s1600-h/DSCN3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143878530523938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRinc3SvYyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YkC6FF4uLyA/s320/DSCN3678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gorgeous bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRincTzD4wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6g2Ob2rM85I/s1600-h/DSCN3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143869002408706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRincTzD4wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6g2Ob2rM85I/s320/DSCN3676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and her cousin Kaleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRincCZZ3II/AAAAAAAAAHg/Gy5PCTrhq98/s1600-h/DSCN3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143864331394178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRincCZZ3II/AAAAAAAAAHg/Gy5PCTrhq98/s320/DSCN3669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie and her glamourous aunt Sharlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRinbxGJsQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VUNMvb7eHX4/s1600-h/DSCN3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143859687239938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRinbxGJsQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VUNMvb7eHX4/s320/DSCN3684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three grandgirls. Grandma Necie made their dresses and I attempted to make their bows. They haven't fallen apart yet so that is a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRinbRemr9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tyokxprKOnE/s1600-h/DSCN3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143851199868882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRinbRemr9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tyokxprKOnE/s320/DSCN3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We should have taken the picture of our little family at the beginning of the evening. It is nearly impossible to get three tired kids to even look at the camera, not to mention getting them to smile!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRimWxCtIUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_VGGIhbjEkE/s1600-h/DSCN3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267142674261811522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRimWxCtIUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_VGGIhbjEkE/s320/DSCN3709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and her handsome boys. (Minus one, Eric, who is on his mission in Fort Worth, Texas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRimWTnufYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oi4_5bztrow/s1600-h/DSCN3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267142666364026242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRimWTnufYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oi4_5bztrow/s320/DSCN3729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie bundled up at the temple. It was FREEZING that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRimWB1Y79I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_42-Aav9A3s/s1600-h/DSCN3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267142661589495762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRimWB1Y79I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_42-Aav9A3s/s320/DSCN3731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their kids are going to all have very big, beautiful smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5225514976769480103-4983152871564458677?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/4983152871564458677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=4983152871564458677' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/4983152871564458677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/4983152871564458677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-little-brother-gets-married.html' title='My little brother gets married!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SRiojr5ekaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BimSZ9KV_d0/s72-c/DSCN3704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-2176915755313709085</id><published>2008-10-20T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:14:50.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for real jobs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SP1GiL1NhpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QwUuk3gQHKI/s1600-h/DSCN3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437492944078482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SP1GiL1NhpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QwUuk3gQHKI/s320/DSCN3067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a quick note to say how fun it is to have my husband done with school. I still love to go to the pharmacy and see his name in lights on the pharmacist sign. It has been just over a year since he was notified that he passed his boards and became a legal, licensed pharmacist. Isn't he cute in his lab coat? He was not at all embarrassed that I came to his workplace and starting snapping photos. I love you Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SP1GiZ0kjTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/925o30rCjO8/s1600-h/DSCN3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437496699489586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SP1GiZ0kjTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/925o30rCjO8/s320/DSCN3066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5225514976769480103-2176915755313709085?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/2176915755313709085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=2176915755313709085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/2176915755313709085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/2176915755313709085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-for-real-jobs.html' title='Yay for real jobs!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SP1GiL1NhpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QwUuk3gQHKI/s72-c/DSCN3067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-8692816742892603626</id><published>2008-10-06T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:26:58.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking the Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOrk8lFpo6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tle9_GgmSqk/s1600-h/DSCN3654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254263644680201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOrk8lFpo6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tle9_GgmSqk/s320/DSCN3654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Justin and I have been married for 6 1/2 years and have never hiked the Y above BYU campus before, we decided it was time to take the kids. They all did really well and, surprisingly, hiked the steep rough terrain without asking to be carried. Ellie loved being outdoors and seeing all the new sights. FYI: If your not quite in shape and need a little boost up steep hills, having a 17 pound baby strapped to your front actually helps your momentum quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIO9W3bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uVe-5lkPc-c/s1600-h/DSCN3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254260546363383218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIO9W3bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uVe-5lkPc-c/s320/DSCN3644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIWzSLMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/y-8cFdUwMdc/s1600-h/DSCN3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254260548468616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIWzSLMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/y-8cFdUwMdc/s320/DSCN3649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little troopers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIsDSiaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ouHNuWPBeow/s1600-h/DSCN3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254260554172893602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIsDSiaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ouHNuWPBeow/s320/DSCN3651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIkKdwFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AydFt3GoLr0/s1600-h/DSCN3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254260552055504978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriIkKdwFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AydFt3GoLr0/s320/DSCN3658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriI6n1l2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVF0-_8LNvA/s1600-h/DSCN3662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254260558084282210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOriI6n1l2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVF0-_8LNvA/s320/DSCN3662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fall colors were beautiful. Matthew and Justin even took a little side hike to gather some red (and pink for Mia, of course) leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-8692816742892603626?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/8692816742892603626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=8692816742892603626' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/8692816742892603626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/8692816742892603626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiking-y.html' title='Hiking the Y'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SOrk8lFpo6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tle9_GgmSqk/s72-c/DSCN3654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-291906925054268058</id><published>2008-09-15T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:31:26.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8na6xIHrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/is6g26aGJUc/s1600-h/DSCN3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246455434315308722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8na6xIHrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/is6g26aGJUc/s320/DSCN3570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little Mia, who isn't so little anymore, turned 3 on Sept. 13th. We have a family tradition that the birthday person gets to decide what we have for breakfast. When I asked Mia what she would like for birthday breakfast she said "Pink!" So pink is what she got. She had pink crepes with pink whipped cream, strawberries and pink milk. Overload with the red food coloring but she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8nbCoxXjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jQA8Ld16ru0/s1600-h/DSCN3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246455436427746866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8nbCoxXjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jQA8Ld16ru0/s320/DSCN3584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we are walking advertisements for anything Disney princess, I didn't even have to ask what theme Mia wanted for her birthday. Although, I did tease her with the promise of a pirate or rocketship party. (She was NOT amused.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8nbbqBgdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8m3Scuwxa84/s1600-h/DSCN3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246455443143885266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8nbbqBgdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8m3Scuwxa84/s320/DSCN3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we are doing a preschool with Mia and a few of her friends this year, she is thrilled about the princess backpack from Aunt Lesha and Uncle Dave. She insists that she can't go to school without it. Thanks to all our family that were there to share Mia's big day.&lt;br /&gt;Side note: The uncle pictured is single, loves hunting, fishing, and dogs among other things. Just in case anyone knows of any good prospects.&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/5225514976769480103-291906925054268058?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/291906925054268058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=291906925054268058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/291906925054268058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/291906925054268058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-3rd-birthday-mia.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Mia!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8na6xIHrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/is6g26aGJUc/s72-c/DSCN3570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-3991433107697152238</id><published>2008-09-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:24:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8mDx6YqwI/AAAAAAAAADs/sq_UZU5HnVM/s1600-h/DSCN3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453937289603842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8mDx6YqwI/AAAAAAAAADs/sq_UZU5HnVM/s320/DSCN3559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a hot, late summer day and we decided that for our family home evening treat we would have ice cream cones. Ellie made it known early on that she was not pleased to be left out of the fun. I gave her a little taste of my cone. It was her first taste of ice cream and before I knew it she had it ripped out of my hand and was going to town on the thing.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8mEW7EhKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6cJGBVxwANY/s1600-h/DSCN3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453947224589474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8mEW7EhKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6cJGBVxwANY/s320/DSCN3566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Messier and messier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8mEfU-JfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MZqMnhInPtM/s1600-h/DSCN3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453949480707570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8mEfU-JfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MZqMnhInPtM/s320/DSCN3567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What cone? I don't know what you're talking about."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-3991433107697152238?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/3991433107697152238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=3991433107697152238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3991433107697152238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/3991433107697152238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-many-firsts.html' title='So many firsts'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SM8mDx6YqwI/AAAAAAAAADs/sq_UZU5HnVM/s72-c/DSCN3559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-6235283218206339151</id><published>2008-09-07T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:31:28.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SMScJtY7LKI/AAAAAAAAADk/T_8NHnWW-yk/s1600-h/Ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243487556782992546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SMScJtY7LKI/AAAAAAAAADk/T_8NHnWW-yk/s320/Ellie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally got Ellie's pictures done even though she is 6 months. We did first pictures of the other two at about 6 weeks. So I am a little behind with my third but I am trying to stay caught up!&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/5225514976769480103-6235283218206339151?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/6235283218206339151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=6235283218206339151' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/6235283218206339151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/6235283218206339151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/09/ellies-picture.html' title='Ellie&apos;s Picture'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SMScJtY7LKI/AAAAAAAAADk/T_8NHnWW-yk/s72-c/Ellie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-7075205290561974920</id><published>2008-09-04T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:43:58.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunk Bed Trauma</title><content type='html'>We bought our townhome only 15 months ago and we are already feeling the squeeze in the amount of room we have. With the addition of Ellie came the disappearance of space. So we made the plunge and bought bunk beds for the kids. They loved them and Mia was particularly thrilled, or seemingly so until we converted her toddler bed back to a crib for Ellie. She decided that the only acceptable way to exert some control over the new situation was to have at least one potty accident in her pants EVERY DAY for 2 weeks! Thankfully that phase has passed (with the bribe of new Disney princess underwear) and some peace has been restored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242284915273370882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SMBWWwpCDQI/AAAAAAAAADc/k7eE9WlzTA4/s320/DSCN3533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-7075205290561974920?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/7075205290561974920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=7075205290561974920' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/7075205290561974920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/7075205290561974920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/09/bunk-bed-trauma.html' title='Bunk Bed Trauma'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SMBWWwpCDQI/AAAAAAAAADc/k7eE9WlzTA4/s72-c/DSCN3533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-8398697036036166652</id><published>2008-09-03T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:40:26.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has Kaleigh gone? :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SL613VpRcTI/AAAAAAAAADE/mhGi52M7h4Q/s1600-h/DSCN3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241826978613522738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SL613VpRcTI/AAAAAAAAADE/mhGi52M7h4Q/s200/DSCN3458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our only niece is now far away! My brother Trevan, sister-in-law Megan, and my 8 month old niece Kaleigh have moved. We miss that cute little giggle (from the baby, not her parents!) We love you guys! &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/5225514976769480103-8398697036036166652?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/8398697036036166652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=8398697036036166652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/8398697036036166652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/8398697036036166652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-only-niece-is-now-far-away-my.html' title='Where has Kaleigh gone? :('/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SL613VpRcTI/AAAAAAAAADE/mhGi52M7h4Q/s72-c/DSCN3458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-8313651620178020334</id><published>2008-09-01T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:41:24.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzOciEoRQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Xc8pvj7KYM/s1600-h/DSCN3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241291055930295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzOciEoRQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Xc8pvj7KYM/s200/DSCN3554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My gorgeous sister has moved to Phoenix :( We were sad to see her go but were glad she stopped by for a little while on her way out. We love you Em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzMpsOqVFI/AAAAAAAAACM/lUnfAcRrIkQ/s1600-h/DSCN3553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241289082971771986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzMpsOqVFI/AAAAAAAAACM/lUnfAcRrIkQ/s200/DSCN3553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew has started soccer and loves it. He plays in the Jr. Cougar league and thinks it is so cool to be associated with BYU. Justin is his coach. Matthew is a fierce competitor; especially if he gets kicked in the knee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-8313651620178020334?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/8313651620178020334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=8313651620178020334' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/8313651620178020334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/8313651620178020334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-gorgeous-sister-has-moved-to-phoenix.html' title='Recent happenings'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzOciEoRQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Xc8pvj7KYM/s72-c/DSCN3554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225514976769480103.post-789844174561143391</id><published>2008-09-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:17:23.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have conformed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After popular demand and a tremendous self-mastery on my part, we have entered the blogging world. I hesitated at starting one because I was afraid my limited computer knowledge would test my patience and push me over the edge of throwing my computer out the window! Luckily it has been a fairly smooth transition. Quick rundown for those of you I haven't talked to in a while. We have three adorable kids Matthew (4 1/2) Amelia (3) and Danielle (6 mos.) They are the loves of my life and keep me on my toes. Being a stay-at-home mom has been the hardest and most wonderful thing &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzLyGMT3PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XAXaKc-IvNc/s1600-h/DSCN3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241288127868558578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzLyGMT3PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XAXaKc-IvNc/s200/DSCN3487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have done, and I can thankfully say that I love and enjoy it thoroughly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzL8A58neI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NckvjiFsthA/s1600-h/DSCN3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241288298248052194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzL8A58neI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NckvjiFsthA/s200/DSCN3477.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241288539037843714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzMKB6tQQI/AAAAAAAAACE/yMmN1W_3Djw/s200/DSCN3518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225514976769480103-789844174561143391?l=eliason5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/feeds/789844174561143391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5225514976769480103&amp;postID=789844174561143391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/789844174561143391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225514976769480103/posts/default/789844174561143391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliason5.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-conformed.html' title='We have conformed!'/><author><name>Eliason 5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248081994169361246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0IvwRSwwU/SLzLyGMT3PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XAXaKc-IvNc/s72-c/DSCN3487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
