<?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-4984407836697792081</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:57:22.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7622521026400914921</id><published>2011-08-19T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:21:20.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Photography Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Apparently today is World Photography Day. So, I took the advise of one fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/index.cfm?postID=1192&amp;amp;world-photography-day"&gt;Jasmine Star&lt;/a&gt; and "grabbed my camera and shot something today."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So, I recruited my children to help.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I have been thinking of &lt;a href="http://aniandmatttaylor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Ruby&lt;/a&gt; a lot lately. Her story has impacted my life in so many ways. It is because of her and her families &lt;a href="http://aniandmatttaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/perpective.html"&gt;perspective&lt;/a&gt; that I did not hesitate on what I wanted to shoot today. I am most in love with photography when I can capture the happiness and joy of my own family. Sometimes I forget how happy it makes me. I get caught up in getting the job done for others that I skim over the fact that I bought my camera to document our life as a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It is when I take picture of them that I don't care if I am following the rule of thirds, or if my picture is in focus, or that the composition could be better. I fall in love with ever picture I take of them and I want to hang them all up on the walls. I want to remember these sweet faces because right now they are growing way to fast then I'm comfortable with. This time, jumping on the bed, will not be as fun soon and they will not be as easily amused. I want pictures of their toes, their noses, their big beautiful eyes. I want to remember how they smelled through these pictures. I know it is a lot to ask from a picture...but pictures are memories and I can remember their smell and the sound of their giggles and they jumped and then fell on each other. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So, as I celebrate World Photography Day with my children I am grateful for the fact that my camera is able to capture such sweet moments. I am so thankful for my children and so thankful for Baby Ruby and her family, who taught me to savor moments and SLOW DOWN, have fun! We sing a little more (if that is possible)..we pretend a little more, we hug and kiss a little more...and I take a little more time for my children (period). &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;All of these moments are tender mercies from the Lord and I am most thankful for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Happy World Photography Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Thank goodness we have photography because sometimes words just aren't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/jumping_on_bed_collage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" qaa="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/jumping_on_bed_collage1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"&gt;"Walk a little slower, Daddy," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;said a child so small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-709-Editbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-709-Editbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"I'm following in your footsteps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-699-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-699-Edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;and I don't want to fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-685-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-685-Edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes your steps are very fast, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes they're hard to see; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;So walk a little slower, Daddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-510-Editbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-510-Editbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;For you are leading me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-562-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-562-Edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-569-Editbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-569-Editbw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Someday when I'm all grown up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;You're what I want to be; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-539bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-539bw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/Daddy_collage_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Then I will have a little child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Who'll want to follow me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-488-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-488-Edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-599-Editbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-599-Editbw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;And I would want to lead just right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-580-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-580-Edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-590-Editbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-590-Editbw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;And know that I was true; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-641-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-641-Edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;So, walk a little slower, Daddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;For we&amp;nbsp;must follow you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-656-Editbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-656-Editbw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-657-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-657-Edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4352866417775891717?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4352866417775891717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4352866417775891717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4352866417775891717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4352866417775891717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-greatest-daddy-on-planet.html' title='To The Greatest Daddy on the PLANET!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/FathersDay2011/th_20110616_Fathers_Day_Spring_2011-709-Editbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6801454483763289137</id><published>2011-05-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:00:16.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today You Have Grown Even More Wonderful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many people do not like to divulge their age and, to them,&amp;nbsp;birthdays are a terrible day that only emphasizes that hideous number. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I think that the number is the beautiful thing about birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that when I look at my husband, who has turned 34 today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see a man who is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1MWxlgWCOo/TchVPHqANnI/AAAAAAAAIyw/MXMn3UTZdLc/s1600/newpot_collauge3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1MWxlgWCOo/TchVPHqANnI/AAAAAAAAIyw/MXMn3UTZdLc/s400/newpot_collauge3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 times more handsome today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 times more wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 times funnier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 times more of a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 times better as a father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 times a better kisser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 times more charming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he has 34 wonderful years of a great&amp;nbsp;life lived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, to be ashamed of the number (34) would mean you were ashamed of the 34 years of memories and experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Hunny, I refuse to keep your age a secret because I am proud of these amazing years. I can't wait to have more with you. I have a lot of love wrapped up in you and I love you more every second. So, you better get older so that I can love you up more and more everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Daniel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 34th Birthday Baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess 34 is kind of old.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(HA! just kidding...had to throw an old man joke in there.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6801454483763289137?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6801454483763289137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6801454483763289137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6801454483763289137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6801454483763289137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-you-have-grown-even-more.html' title='Today You Have Grown Even More Wonderful!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1MWxlgWCOo/TchVPHqANnI/AAAAAAAAIyw/MXMn3UTZdLc/s72-c/newpot_collauge3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-834444311608776998</id><published>2011-04-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:30:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it gets hotter we start to spend a lot more time outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the favorite place to be right now. From the time they wake up...to the time Daddy comes home...the boys want to just play, play, play outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have even started watching movies outside instead of in the T.V. room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They pull their little chairs over to the BBQ Island and sit and enjoy a show outside..in the shade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen always has to have the Blue chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A4ezVKqdjAw/Tb9Ldjnep5I/AAAAAAAAIyE/D15xowSoiyE/s1600/20110421_Easter_2011-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A4ezVKqdjAw/Tb9Ldjnep5I/AAAAAAAAIyE/D15xowSoiyE/s320/20110421_Easter_2011-2.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWyCAkOqB50/Tb9LeyTnkKI/AAAAAAAAIyI/vGxP20DAXjs/s1600/20110421_Easter_2011-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWyCAkOqB50/Tb9LeyTnkKI/AAAAAAAAIyI/vGxP20DAXjs/s320/20110421_Easter_2011-10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love spring/summer time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(it's getting so hot I can't tell which on it is right now)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-834444311608776998?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/834444311608776998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=834444311608776998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/834444311608776998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/834444311608776998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/04/movies-outside.html' title='Movies Outside'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A4ezVKqdjAw/Tb9Ldjnep5I/AAAAAAAAIyE/D15xowSoiyE/s72-c/20110421_Easter_2011-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7966823809475483261</id><published>2011-04-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:20:33.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Be a Boy You Need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some Armor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some Dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad Guys (who are out to get you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hiding Places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Very Active Imagination﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen got a lesson on being a boy this week while his cousin Gavin was over to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gavin taught Tysen all about the art of sword fighting and "bad guy" (or, as Tysen puts it, bad boys).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPGXz873yWI/Tb9HpS8-OuI/AAAAAAAAIxg/dLvegDQXKO8/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-2-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPGXz873yWI/Tb9HpS8-OuI/AAAAAAAAIxg/dLvegDQXKO8/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-2-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OMGU2WHCE0/Tb9HqGJL_dI/AAAAAAAAIxk/vYNNqLXnoWw/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-12-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OMGU2WHCE0/Tb9HqGJL_dI/AAAAAAAAIxk/vYNNqLXnoWw/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-12-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPnGpY5TuWM/Tb9HtPl203I/AAAAAAAAIxo/lVH6CN_RmPE/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-15-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPnGpY5TuWM/Tb9HtPl203I/AAAAAAAAIxo/lVH6CN_RmPE/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-15-Edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNsw8zceLnA/Tb9HvceGpDI/AAAAAAAAIxs/fDyWyZCnRbs/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-18-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNsw8zceLnA/Tb9HvceGpDI/AAAAAAAAIxs/fDyWyZCnRbs/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-18-Edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had to have all the Armor on for protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was what they gave Jayden for protection :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-925dWo25w/Tb9HxHUybJI/AAAAAAAAIxw/M7EKggwocvU/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-27-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-925dWo25w/Tb9HxHUybJI/AAAAAAAAIxw/M7EKggwocvU/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-27-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gavin made good use of a helmet, a shield and a baseball bat (or sword).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igEgocXs3C8/Tb9Hygff1sI/AAAAAAAAIx0/wonVqIHw9UU/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-43-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igEgocXs3C8/Tb9Hygff1sI/AAAAAAAAIx0/wonVqIHw9UU/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-43-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...And Tysen had a sword and some armor that covered his chest (who cares if it is upside down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWExt3BZHec/Tb9H0VB5WwI/AAAAAAAAIx4/Dcu8sVWshiE/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-48-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWExt3BZHec/Tb9H0VB5WwI/AAAAAAAAIx4/Dcu8sVWshiE/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-48-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, the outfit would not have worked without PJ's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿(even though it was probably 1:00 in the afternoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdswZvfQzVc/Tb9H2MZkFSI/AAAAAAAAIx8/olPsBasAaT0/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-49-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdswZvfQzVc/Tb9H2MZkFSI/AAAAAAAAIx8/olPsBasAaT0/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-49-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These two knights saved me from a lot of bad guys...and believe me, there were a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, I wasn't worried one bit...I had three strong , brave, heroes protecting me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am one lucky Damsel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean just look how determined they are to protect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGdJEU6AqaU/Tb9H4dZfQQI/AAAAAAAAIyA/l3ejeMdMkIU/s1600/20110420_Easter_2011-55-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGdJEU6AqaU/Tb9H4dZfQQI/AAAAAAAAIyA/l3ejeMdMkIU/s320/20110420_Easter_2011-55-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-7966823809475483261?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7966823809475483261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7966823809475483261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7966823809475483261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7966823809475483261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/04/boys-101.html' title='Boys 101'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPGXz873yWI/Tb9HpS8-OuI/AAAAAAAAIxg/dLvegDQXKO8/s72-c/20110420_Easter_2011-2-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1748648390083996032</id><published>2011-04-05T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:31:22.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever...Wherever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I do not put him down for his morning nap...he will pass out by himself in random places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His favorite spot is his highchair... he does that a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The other day he was playing in my room in front of my bed while I did laundry. After a while I didn't hear him anymore but I could hear some little snorting sounds...he was out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is a snorty sleeper! We had the dog sleeping in our room one night and Jayden in our bed (which is a rare occasion...our children actually prefer their own beds) and Dan leaned over to me and said...I can't tell which one is snorting more the Dog or Jayden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5eAhH6Vsnp4/Tb88sp_XjuI/AAAAAAAAIxU/TfjfMmieQjo/s1600/20110415_Easter_2011-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5eAhH6Vsnp4/Tb88sp_XjuI/AAAAAAAAIxU/TfjfMmieQjo/s400/20110415_Easter_2011-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, this time he passed out with two binkies ( I can not bring myself to wean him yet..I need the binkies to stick around a little longer )﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Av6_x5LBlFo/Tb88tsDl1MI/AAAAAAAAIxY/4g71DTP7XGQ/s1600/20110415_Easter_2011-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Av6_x5LBlFo/Tb88tsDl1MI/AAAAAAAAIxY/4g71DTP7XGQ/s400/20110415_Easter_2011-7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...And his shoes on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He brings me his shoes now. I think he thinks it means something exciting is going to happen if we put his shoes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DhZs1bBayVo/Tb88uS15MaI/AAAAAAAAIxc/BiS-OuNon5g/s1600/20110415_Easter_2011-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DhZs1bBayVo/Tb88uS15MaI/AAAAAAAAIxc/BiS-OuNon5g/s400/20110415_Easter_2011-15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Sleepy babies are one of the things I will miss when they are all grown...(sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-1748648390083996032?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1748648390083996032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1748648390083996032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1748648390083996032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1748648390083996032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/04/wheneverwherever.html' title='Whenever...Wherever'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5eAhH6Vsnp4/Tb88sp_XjuI/AAAAAAAAIxU/TfjfMmieQjo/s72-c/20110415_Easter_2011-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3541829421008672614</id><published>2011-03-05T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:18:01.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of Newport..In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I planned a relaxing weekend for my hubby as a belated Valentine's surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went down to Newport and stayed at a cute bed and breakfast right on the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got my new camera from my hubby for Valentines Day so we had a lot of fun trying it out on the gorgeous day at the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/20110221_Newport_Pierce_blessing_Laura-59-Edit.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="265" /&gt;I have always loved his smile...what a cutie I have for a husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="188" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/newpot_collauge.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;My husband actually really loves the camera and loves to try his hand at photography every now and then...and I am afraid he is better than me sometimes....or I'm just a really good model ;-)&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/20110221_Newport_Pierce_blessing_Laura-180-Edit.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love little details﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="264" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/20110221_Newport_Pierce_blessing_Laura-74-Edit.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so mad that my husband gets to claim this shot. I mean, I did tell him the details of what I wanted the shot to look like... and then I posed the right way...so I should get some credit, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, technically, he was holding the camera..so this (my favorite shot of the day) goes to my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/20110221_Newport_Pierce_blessing_Laura-136-Edit.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="196" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/newpot_collauge3.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures under the pier.﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/newpot_collauge2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="298" /&gt;I really loved feeling Newport's vibe. It was so relaxing yet it had a great energy about it that makes you want to just break out in a hip hop dance or stop to do yoga. We did not do either one but were very tempted to.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="186" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/collauge4.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes...It must be that I am just that good of a model...I think I will be in another life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/newpot_collauge6.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day we went on a romantic, sunset gondola ride. We have never been on one before and it ended up being really great! (ok it was a little cheesy with the boom box blaring the oldies and the basket filled with lunchable meat and cheese)...But even so, the old romantic songs playing in the background were sweet and it was fun to boat around the Newport harbor and envy all the amazing homes and great big boats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you babe....you know I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your it for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#103 I love that you will put up with my cheesy plan to ride the gondola. And I love that we can laugh at ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3541829421008672614?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3541829421008672614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3541829421008672614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3541829421008672614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3541829421008672614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/05/essence-of-newportin-love.html' title='The Essence of Newport..In Love'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/crwskipper/Newport/th_20110221_Newport_Pierce_blessing_Laura-59-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7229225085112686763</id><published>2011-02-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:17:01.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden's First Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First Birthdays are always a big deal. But, since we have such an enormous family it is hard to invite friends..so we had a nice big family party for our (growing too fast) Jayden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was all about the CARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyrFOo9EM4M/Tb8B2OCnTuI/AAAAAAAAIwg/KJhh2nhUD8M/s1600/DSC_0658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyrFOo9EM4M/Tb8B2OCnTuI/AAAAAAAAIwg/KJhh2nhUD8M/s400/DSC_0658.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQLXUc333zs/Tb8BraoRvsI/AAAAAAAAIwc/rt3E8HdKHkc/s1600/bloging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQLXUc333zs/Tb8BraoRvsI/AAAAAAAAIwc/rt3E8HdKHkc/s400/bloging.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had cars everywhere for all to play with... and we played red light, green light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJWtZFm6yrg/Tb8B5AZV8QI/AAAAAAAAIwk/dP96V4cvJ-g/s1600/bloging1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJWtZFm6yrg/Tb8B5AZV8QI/AAAAAAAAIwk/dP96V4cvJ-g/s400/bloging1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...And the Birthday Boy came out wearing a very appropriate T-shirt that read "Speedy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egdlzcRNL1g/Tb8CA3CBfWI/AAAAAAAAIwo/rUovHk4MWcE/s1600/DSC_0694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egdlzcRNL1g/Tb8CA3CBfWI/AAAAAAAAIwo/rUovHk4MWcE/s400/DSC_0694.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtkO9KRachU/Tb8CN1zbmZI/AAAAAAAAIws/MjFDj6XGZCM/s1600/DSC_0936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtkO9KRachU/Tb8CN1zbmZI/AAAAAAAAIws/MjFDj6XGZCM/s400/DSC_0936.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made a big muffun cup cake for Jay to dig into..and he did...he didn't even wait for the candle to be blown out.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcL-YmZo0_U/Tb8CUfX-r_I/AAAAAAAAIww/BDC6muR0Sjo/s1600/bloging2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcL-YmZo0_U/Tb8CUfX-r_I/AAAAAAAAIww/BDC6muR0Sjo/s400/bloging2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was very happy with the mess that he made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qssZc-icD7I/Tb8CeI2d9AI/AAAAAAAAIw0/HzG3h1gHVpo/s1600/DSC_0849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qssZc-icD7I/Tb8CeI2d9AI/AAAAAAAAIw0/HzG3h1gHVpo/s400/DSC_0849.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Mom washed him down in the sink before presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ruA58__tI/Tb8Co3ULFQI/AAAAAAAAIw4/we7TIkTigfU/s1600/DSC_0858bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ruA58__tI/Tb8Co3ULFQI/AAAAAAAAIw4/we7TIkTigfU/s400/DSC_0858bw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRESENTS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loved opeing all his presents. Especially, the big ball! He knew what it was before he opened....(Aunt Melissa...how did you wrap a ball??)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6xQpgD76Xk/Tb8CtrPpZYI/AAAAAAAAIw8/qkk1PE7He6g/s1600/bloging3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6xQpgD76Xk/Tb8CtrPpZYI/AAAAAAAAIw8/qkk1PE7He6g/s400/bloging3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The alphabet train was from Mommy and Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv7ouyPMEQQ/Tb8C9WKXARI/AAAAAAAAIxA/wG2h1WyOoRo/s1600/DSC_0964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv7ouyPMEQQ/Tb8C9WKXARI/AAAAAAAAIxA/wG2h1WyOoRo/s400/DSC_0964.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can't forget the really cool pop-eye shirt that he got from Aunt Shelley. So Funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who needs real mustles when you have a shirt with "pop-eye" mustles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYXjFGJ3ESk/Tb8DGtyQvPI/AAAAAAAAIxE/RWjFTYu0zlU/s1600/DSC_0986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYXjFGJ3ESk/Tb8DGtyQvPI/AAAAAAAAIxE/RWjFTYu0zlU/s400/DSC_0986.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thought this was cute...Jay with his cousin Brooke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMOeOeLzl8U/Tb8DNt136fI/AAAAAAAAIxI/22kDZZ7qZfw/s1600/DSC_0993bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMOeOeLzl8U/Tb8DNt136fI/AAAAAAAAIxI/22kDZZ7qZfw/s400/DSC_0993bw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Happy Birthday my sweet, stubborn, goofy, dramatic, fast, squishy, happy baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-7229225085112686763?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7229225085112686763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7229225085112686763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7229225085112686763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7229225085112686763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/05/jaydens-first-birthday-party.html' title='Jayden&apos;s First Birthday Party'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyrFOo9EM4M/Tb8B2OCnTuI/AAAAAAAAIwg/KJhh2nhUD8M/s72-c/DSC_0658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1581757990253457184</id><published>2011-02-01T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:19:13.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Birthday Photo Shoots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never got around to taking 3 year old pictures of Tysen in November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Jayden's birthday came around in February I decided to get birthday pictures of both my sweet boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen 3 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KiG1nR7wOo/TW1qZwxasMI/AAAAAAAAIog/DS-9JBQikh4/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232504203358402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KiG1nR7wOo/TW1qZwxasMI/AAAAAAAAIog/DS-9JBQikh4/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-350.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wp36ehWq1g/TW1qZqwVDEI/AAAAAAAAIoY/Ju-2lMXSZnc/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232502588181570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wp36ehWq1g/TW1qZqwVDEI/AAAAAAAAIoY/Ju-2lMXSZnc/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-399.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayden 1 year old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Wiggly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Snuggly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very "Momma's Boy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Squishy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk3AdYG9dLY/TW1qZLfT1uI/AAAAAAAAIoQ/LkYicSxmyMo/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232494195300066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk3AdYG9dLY/TW1qZLfT1uI/AAAAAAAAIoQ/LkYicSxmyMo/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-438.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2edDlEIev0/TW1qYnpANYI/AAAAAAAAIoI/9F6T4IlIC9E/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232484572280194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2edDlEIev0/TW1qYnpANYI/AAAAAAAAIoI/9F6T4IlIC9E/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-446.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 322px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Si5qsb5VHh0/TW1p9M1b53I/AAAAAAAAIoA/O19mEEC5JPo/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232013520201586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Si5qsb5VHh0/TW1p9M1b53I/AAAAAAAAIoA/O19mEEC5JPo/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-447.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 277px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Pq09MLCcY/TW1p8hEWGoI/AAAAAAAAIn4/QG0lLQ7VMdc/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232001771575938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Pq09MLCcY/TW1p8hEWGoI/AAAAAAAAIn4/QG0lLQ7VMdc/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-452.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being a photographer, you would think my kids would know how to sit still and smile or pose....NOPE! This was the hardest thing. I had to bribe them like CRAZY. That is why Jay had chocolate and crumbs all over his nice white shirt....*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just figure it makes for sweet, sticky, messy, funny memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, for how wiggly they were, I am surprised I got this many pictures out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lU2sO-29umY/TW1p75RoJmI/AAAAAAAAInw/R99Zrp1_hXw/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579231991089866338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lU2sO-29umY/TW1p75RoJmI/AAAAAAAAInw/R99Zrp1_hXw/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-470.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 346px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uld-p-PRxsE/TW1p7tTquaI/AAAAAAAAIno/Yf1QidEvOvg/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579231987877198242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uld-p-PRxsE/TW1p7tTquaI/AAAAAAAAIno/Yf1QidEvOvg/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-514.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08B7ntusRY8/TW1p7GHWSXI/AAAAAAAAIng/STmoZkIBUPc/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-525bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579231977356544370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08B7ntusRY8/TW1p7GHWSXI/AAAAAAAAIng/STmoZkIBUPc/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-525bw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&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;&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/4984407836697792081-1581757990253457184?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1581757990253457184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1581757990253457184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1581757990253457184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1581757990253457184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/03/annual-birthday-photo-shoots.html' title='Annual Birthday Photo Shoots'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KiG1nR7wOo/TW1qZwxasMI/AAAAAAAAIog/DS-9JBQikh4/s72-c/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7844277669039146689</id><published>2011-02-01T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:19:36.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaden's First Birthday CAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be our tradition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never get enough of watching my babies stuff thier faces with birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so tickled the whole time I am trying to snap shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-do13zSXsyYI/TW1nISkkfGI/AAAAAAAAInY/qvdXyq9gu5Y/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579228905503751266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-do13zSXsyYI/TW1nISkkfGI/AAAAAAAAInY/qvdXyq9gu5Y/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-68.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66CJdv-bz8s/TW1nIJSaHaI/AAAAAAAAInQ/Bah6U-WCfg0/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579228903011655074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66CJdv-bz8s/TW1nIJSaHaI/AAAAAAAAInQ/Bah6U-WCfg0/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-154.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ha2MhAxN9wg/TW1nHpx9j-I/AAAAAAAAInI/50GHREYuUqU/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579228894554066914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ha2MhAxN9wg/TW1nHpx9j-I/AAAAAAAAInI/50GHREYuUqU/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-145.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 296px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jECeqEgphIE/TW1nHI7Ni8I/AAAAAAAAInA/DCtSWukmWzU/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579228885734493122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jECeqEgphIE/TW1nHI7Ni8I/AAAAAAAAInA/DCtSWukmWzU/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-205.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 306px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jayden was cracking up the whole time (unless he was stuffing his face).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so cute to see him so messy with cake and giggling like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9BPYwy9C3o/TW1nGwiDdyI/AAAAAAAAIm4/RtE-1XHCYmU/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579228879186523938" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9BPYwy9C3o/TW1nGwiDdyI/AAAAAAAAIm4/RtE-1XHCYmU/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-226.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIzkfbENWAU/TW1mRc5UzDI/AAAAAAAAImw/qXVQJW2PRqg/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579227963382352946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIzkfbENWAU/TW1mRc5UzDI/AAAAAAAAImw/qXVQJW2PRqg/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-263.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx2Q56T9jHU/TW1mRP53P-I/AAAAAAAAImo/6uZktHGoL7Y/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579227959894949858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx2Q56T9jHU/TW1mRP53P-I/AAAAAAAAImo/6uZktHGoL7Y/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-289.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 296px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMHUFGBw9_M/TW1mQkdUeVI/AAAAAAAAImg/Bft59JvbtBE/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-295bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579227948232505682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMHUFGBw9_M/TW1mQkdUeVI/AAAAAAAAImg/Bft59JvbtBE/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-295bw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePV1gDYUP00/TW1mQC2u4PI/AAAAAAAAImY/4RbHidHLW-U/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579227939212288242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePV1gDYUP00/TW1mQC2u4PI/AAAAAAAAImY/4RbHidHLW-U/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-300.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yNioHnbIVw/TW1mP5XIFUI/AAAAAAAAImQ/WC4ch63E61c/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579227936663803202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yNioHnbIVw/TW1mP5XIFUI/AAAAAAAAImQ/WC4ch63E61c/s400/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-326.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished our photo shoot off with a big "glass of milk". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day! Such a hard life these babies live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cO_X8lYGmdw/TW1j5UTVGxI/AAAAAAAAIlQ/764bC5MXGGc/s1600/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-277.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-7844277669039146689?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7844277669039146689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7844277669039146689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7844277669039146689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7844277669039146689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/03/jadens-first-birthday-cake.html' title='Jaden&apos;s First Birthday CAKE!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-do13zSXsyYI/TW1nISkkfGI/AAAAAAAAInY/qvdXyq9gu5Y/s72-c/20110209_Jaden_1st_year-68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5783376980771194964</id><published>2011-01-09T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:15:52.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>We went up to Palm Springs and took the tram up to the snow! We had to see the snow before our Christmas high faded. We bought a sled on our way up. It was a very busy day, very crowded! If we were to do it again we would get up there EARLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up there and just had fun sledding down "kid friendly" hills. Tysen would not stop; he wanted to keep going up and down the hills. Jayden just wanted to crawl around and eat snow and whatever else he could pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573608912646234546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38PhjMZ87nA/TVlvxps64bI/AAAAAAAAIkc/S5SXqrmB3hA/s400/snow_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made a snowman and it didn't last long because of the giant baby that pulverized it...Poor snowman, didn't stand a chance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUCzNms8o7Q/TVluXPuikAI/AAAAAAAAIkU/qG94piZ-Kpg/s1600/20110115_untitled-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573607359485480962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUCzNms8o7Q/TVluXPuikAI/AAAAAAAAIkU/qG94piZ-Kpg/s400/20110115_untitled-32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKMo-4A9sY/TVluWVhHJAI/AAAAAAAAIkM/A-9oKQgy4Wk/s1600/20110115_untitled-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573607343859901442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKMo-4A9sY/TVluWVhHJAI/AAAAAAAAIkM/A-9oKQgy4Wk/s400/20110115_untitled-40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsfABcVXIPc/TVluWIIFlBI/AAAAAAAAIkE/VwF_WeVn52M/s1600/20110115_untitled-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573607340265280530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsfABcVXIPc/TVluWIIFlBI/AAAAAAAAIkE/VwF_WeVn52M/s400/20110115_untitled-41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He just kicked back until Dan got him to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oANhSzOp7-o/TVluVvvsVZI/AAAAAAAAIj8/B-Uqq6ufNxM/s1600/20110115_untitled-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573607333720511890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oANhSzOp7-o/TVluVvvsVZI/AAAAAAAAIj8/B-Uqq6ufNxM/s400/20110115_untitled-51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jayden is adorable! That's all I can say&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/-THp6DwCeqJA/TVluVfrGL-I/AAAAAAAAIj0/MOA1g3WtqC4/s1600/20110115_untitled-54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573607329406267362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THp6DwCeqJA/TVluVfrGL-I/AAAAAAAAIj0/MOA1g3WtqC4/s400/20110115_untitled-54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VX05NcWk2MU/TVltq_JBYoI/AAAAAAAAIjs/G_wjCmeF0z8/s1600/20110115_untitled-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606599118905986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VX05NcWk2MU/TVltq_JBYoI/AAAAAAAAIjs/G_wjCmeF0z8/s400/20110115_untitled-58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puHVfPP9mCc/TVltqXNcfDI/AAAAAAAAIjk/fdcZwf7kPzE/s1600/20110115_untitled-64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606588400041010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puHVfPP9mCc/TVltqXNcfDI/AAAAAAAAIjk/fdcZwf7kPzE/s400/20110115_untitled-64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden is so wiggly and all he wanted to do was crawl away. He is going to travel the world one day. He can't stay in one place. He is too curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sshc2JzHA9Q/TVltqP2fEqI/AAAAAAAAIjc/ir-bCW58cqg/s1600/20110115_untitled-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606586424693410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sshc2JzHA9Q/TVltqP2fEqI/AAAAAAAAIjc/ir-bCW58cqg/s400/20110115_untitled-75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16kjIjzNRuc/TVltplbkfzI/AAAAAAAAIjU/FCv1sYThYLA/s1600/20110115_untitled-97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606575037513522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16kjIjzNRuc/TVltplbkfzI/AAAAAAAAIjU/FCv1sYThYLA/s400/20110115_untitled-97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q62vVVayhY8/TVltpGSGu4I/AAAAAAAAIjM/LgHL5Ev5Wmk/s1600/20110115_untitled-118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606566676315010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q62vVVayhY8/TVltpGSGu4I/AAAAAAAAIjM/LgHL5Ev5Wmk/s400/20110115_untitled-118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tz63_cZenys/TVlsrkmp0MI/AAAAAAAAIjE/Dn83e6eqWTY/s1600/20110115_untitled-149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573605509663674562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tz63_cZenys/TVlsrkmp0MI/AAAAAAAAIjE/Dn83e6eqWTY/s400/20110115_untitled-149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMIakxs5i7g/TVlsrcJ3FVI/AAAAAAAAIi8/tKAYLx6fJYE/s1600/20110115_untitled-156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573605507395425618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMIakxs5i7g/TVlsrcJ3FVI/AAAAAAAAIi8/tKAYLx6fJYE/s400/20110115_untitled-156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKRzwGQaLLE/TVlsqxzZLvI/AAAAAAAAIi0/8KTgZT5pej4/s1600/20110115_untitled-160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573605496026902258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKRzwGQaLLE/TVlsqxzZLvI/AAAAAAAAIi0/8KTgZT5pej4/s400/20110115_untitled-160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uueRzfQkbzk/TVlsqAHK2RI/AAAAAAAAIis/CUazjtG3-no/s1600/20110115_untitled-166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573605482688076050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uueRzfQkbzk/TVlsqAHK2RI/AAAAAAAAIis/CUazjtG3-no/s400/20110115_untitled-166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEsHyLF_OI0/TVlspyeVRYI/AAAAAAAAIik/MItwLr7mLlk/s1600/20110115_untitled-169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573605479027131778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEsHyLF_OI0/TVlspyeVRYI/AAAAAAAAIik/MItwLr7mLlk/s400/20110115_untitled-169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love myself a great family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2g2zKGWKqLU/TVlsGhmr8gI/AAAAAAAAIic/9lTOfBklwlQ/s1600/20110115_untitled-179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573604873203347970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2g2zKGWKqLU/TVlsGhmr8gI/AAAAAAAAIic/9lTOfBklwlQ/s200/20110115_untitled-179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride home we passed a lot of COWS! They smelled so bad that Dan had to sniff an empty Gatorade bottle in order to block the smell.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was the funniest thing. He drove like this for like 20 min. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#102  I love how much you make me laugh and I love that you get grossed out so easily...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/4984407836697792081-5783376980771194964?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5783376980771194964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5783376980771194964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5783376980771194964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5783376980771194964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38PhjMZ87nA/TVlvxps64bI/AAAAAAAAIkc/S5SXqrmB3hA/s72-c/snow_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-2175295389497040229</id><published>2011-01-03T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:04:58.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had such a great Christmas this year! Crazy...but great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Friday Shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty's Birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(remind me to post about that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cookie Making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homemade PJ's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made a stocking for Jayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got Sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday...Went to see a Christmas concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sweets through the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping for families in need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrapped presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the best part about it all was Christmas Morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the look on their faces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really can't beat family time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we had lots of that too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TSIpJhCL5HI/AAAAAAAAIMo/8zrbai9UsOY/s1600/20101225_Christmas_w_2010-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558050133591712882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TSIpJhCL5HI/AAAAAAAAIMo/8zrbai9UsOY/s400/20101225_Christmas_w_2010-7.jpg" /&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/4984407836697792081-2175295389497040229?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2175295389497040229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=2175295389497040229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2175295389497040229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2175295389497040229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TSIpJhCL5HI/AAAAAAAAIMo/8zrbai9UsOY/s72-c/20101225_Christmas_w_2010-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3555411209751291831</id><published>2010-12-24T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:19:44.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve at Grandma Phelps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Eve we always attend Grandma Phelp's Christmas Party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know Santa will be there. He makes a special trip just for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHquhAHs9_w/TVlUscBjmLI/AAAAAAAAIiI/Ed0g9r5mimE/s1600/20101224_untitled-111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573579136261396658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHquhAHs9_w/TVlUscBjmLI/AAAAAAAAIiI/Ed0g9r5mimE/s400/20101224_untitled-111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys absolutley adore thier grandma!! I don't blame them..she is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DkHQOUexys/TVlUc-h6oRI/AAAAAAAAIiA/6tk3in1qgfI/s1600/20101224_untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573578870646022418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DkHQOUexys/TVlUc-h6oRI/AAAAAAAAIiA/6tk3in1qgfI/s400/20101224_untitled-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope, not happening with this one Santa. maybe next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLj9q1zVzRE/TVlUcgj8__I/AAAAAAAAIh4/0yjhzlQXfzA/s1600/20101224_untitled-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573578862601502706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLj9q1zVzRE/TVlUcgj8__I/AAAAAAAAIh4/0yjhzlQXfzA/s400/20101224_untitled-20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tysen loves Santa! This year he has grown rather fond of the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n90AqrZaJv4/TVlUb3DHmTI/AAAAAAAAIhw/4_Hw0lVr80s/s1600/20101224_untitled-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573578851457931570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n90AqrZaJv4/TVlUb3DHmTI/AAAAAAAAIhw/4_Hw0lVr80s/s400/20101224_untitled-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cuz Santa gives him toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1aJLb9ZXq8/TVlUbaRGZoI/AAAAAAAAIho/JC_8qi6_5Ss/s1600/20101224_untitled-99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573578843731945090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1aJLb9ZXq8/TVlUbaRGZoI/AAAAAAAAIho/JC_8qi6_5Ss/s400/20101224_untitled-99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So fond of him that him and his cousin followed him out the door as he was leaving. That was sooo cute. They wanted to give him hugs and kisses at the door before he left. They chased him down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-uSnjr6fzE/TVlUaje8fvI/AAAAAAAAIhg/eogfCIsYM2k/s1600/20101224_untitled-101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573578829026066162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-uSnjr6fzE/TVlUaje8fvI/AAAAAAAAIhg/eogfCIsYM2k/s400/20101224_untitled-101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gave him hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a great night to see family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3555411209751291831?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3555411209751291831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3555411209751291831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3555411209751291831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3555411209751291831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-at-grandma-phelps.html' title='Christmas Eve at Grandma Phelps'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHquhAHs9_w/TVlUscBjmLI/AAAAAAAAIiI/Ed0g9r5mimE/s72-c/20101224_untitled-111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4624075709729727038</id><published>2010-12-20T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:40:56.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards Will be Late!</title><content type='html'>I have come to except the fact that this year Christmas cards might come to you all after Christmas...so the easiest way for all to see it on time is to BLOG IT!&lt;br /&gt;Here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TQ-Gt5r7PKI/AAAAAAAAIMQ/Jf5Hi2ju5JM/s1600/christmas%2Bcard2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552804988708404386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TQ-Gt5r7PKI/AAAAAAAAIMQ/Jf5Hi2ju5JM/s400/christmas%2Bcard2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4624075709729727038?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4624075709729727038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4624075709729727038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4624075709729727038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4624075709729727038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cards-will-be-late.html' title='Christmas Cards Will be Late!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TQ-Gt5r7PKI/AAAAAAAAIMQ/Jf5Hi2ju5JM/s72-c/christmas%2Bcard2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8732744529938283825</id><published>2010-11-30T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:05:43.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tysen's # 3 Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BLUES CLUES BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a small get together for Ty-man. By small I mean only our family, which include 10+ cousins. We have plenty of guests without inviting the whole primary class. I think next year we will attempt inviting the primary class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFbgR-dksdM/TVlRDihVH2I/AAAAAAAAIhY/mNOKGled7kI/s1600/DSC_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573575135095758690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFbgR-dksdM/TVlRDihVH2I/AAAAAAAAIhY/mNOKGled7kI/s400/DSC_0740.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy big cupcake! With Blues Clues Spots. Mommy was running late and put the frosting on when the cake was still hot...it all tastes the same to him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PRtRx1UOeo/TVlRDVmKPpI/AAAAAAAAIhQ/75bPYJNZgJE/s1600/DSC_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573575131626356370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PRtRx1UOeo/TVlRDVmKPpI/AAAAAAAAIhQ/75bPYJNZgJE/s400/DSC_0745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Whitman" Bite the Cake tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49BDEApU2OE/TVlRCi9MAGI/AAAAAAAAIhI/90fcaH_kEas/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573575118032732258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49BDEApU2OE/TVlRCi9MAGI/AAAAAAAAIhI/90fcaH_kEas/s400/DSC_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is my first child...he does not like to get messy or sticky, so he had to eat his cake with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l40wgnksTU0/TVlRCECiTWI/AAAAAAAAIhA/o25y_FHJtbw/s1600/DSC_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573575109733666146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l40wgnksTU0/TVlRCECiTWI/AAAAAAAAIhA/o25y_FHJtbw/s400/DSC_0757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jayden, on the other hand, could care less. The fastest way to get it in the mouth is his method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTXbvcYRUKA/TVlQZ_ucL8I/AAAAAAAAIgw/HeTRoXlpefU/s1600/DSC_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573574421380870082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTXbvcYRUKA/TVlQZ_ucL8I/AAAAAAAAIgw/HeTRoXlpefU/s400/DSC_0790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has been wanting a cozy coop for soooooo long! We should have got him one last year. Mommy and Daddy surprised him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pGqEWNS_bg/TVlQZglH2TI/AAAAAAAAIgo/EvTsq5c310c/s1600/DSC_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573574413020289330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pGqEWNS_bg/TVlQZglH2TI/AAAAAAAAIgo/EvTsq5c310c/s400/DSC_0783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; opening other gifts (There was a "Toy Story" theme to the presents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved it! Especially his "DR. EVIL PORKCHOP!" (as Tysen says it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sX7HWtZg-7g/TVlQOInceAI/AAAAAAAAIgg/HjywstwctCs/s1600/DSC_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573574217609017346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sX7HWtZg-7g/TVlQOInceAI/AAAAAAAAIgg/HjywstwctCs/s400/DSC_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday kisses from cousins! So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1SIWbWYiKg/TVlQL8G8K6I/AAAAAAAAIgA/CYtTpA7bQKc/s1600/DSC_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-8732744529938283825?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8732744529938283825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8732744529938283825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8732744529938283825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8732744529938283825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2011/02/tysens-3-birthday.html' title='Tysen&apos;s # 3 Birthday'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFbgR-dksdM/TVlRDihVH2I/AAAAAAAAIhY/mNOKGled7kI/s72-c/DSC_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-2328989224996353772</id><published>2010-11-22T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:19:19.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knott's Berry Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we decided to hang out at KNOTT'S with snoopy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was raining a little so there were no lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun came out and still no lines...it was the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must have gone on the "bus" ride 10 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loved saying "Hi" and giving hugs to Snoopy. And he was GLUED to the Charlie Brown skit that they put on. We had to watch both showings. He got called up on stage by Linus to sing Jingle Bells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZYLwua3I/AAAAAAAAIHM/uW2qZLbNGX4/s1600/knotts%2Bberry%2Bfarm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542622038418418546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZYLwua3I/AAAAAAAAIHM/uW2qZLbNGX4/s400/knotts%2Bberry%2Bfarm1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tysen loves Knott's Berry Farm. He loves the log ride, the bus ride, the cars, the trucks, the tug boat, the train, the airplanes. He gets to go on a lot of the rides all by himself like a big boy. Jayden even got to ride a couple rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little boys excited faces were just so cute. I could have watched them play there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZXzgaW1I/AAAAAAAAIHE/murd9707pP0/s1600/knotts%2Bberry%2Bfarm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542622031907543890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZXzgaW1I/AAAAAAAAIHE/murd9707pP0/s400/knotts%2Bberry%2Bfarm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZXhpyN7I/AAAAAAAAIG8/04757rrgtoU/s1600/DSC_9992edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542622027115018162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZXhpyN7I/AAAAAAAAIG8/04757rrgtoU/s400/DSC_9992edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ty-Man got GLASSES! His eyes are turning out so they are trying to train the muscles to come back in. If we can train those muscles then he will avoid muscle eye surgery. So we are all for the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does look awfully cute in them. He gets even more attention and almost everyday someone stops me just to tell me he looks like the kid from "Jerry Maguire".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZXFMfJCI/AAAAAAAAIG0/gTeEK4JlXZ8/s1600/DSC_0004edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542622019475940386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZXFMfJCI/AAAAAAAAIG0/gTeEK4JlXZ8/s400/DSC_0004edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-2328989224996353772?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2328989224996353772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=2328989224996353772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2328989224996353772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2328989224996353772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/11/knotts-berry-farm.html' title='Knott&apos;s Berry Farm'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOtZYLwua3I/AAAAAAAAIHM/uW2qZLbNGX4/s72-c/knotts%2Bberry%2Bfarm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-59255597337588549</id><published>2010-11-21T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:30:24.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW PHOTOGRAPHY BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOmdEdyw76I/AAAAAAAAIGI/67yFCXbGocs/s1600/cr%2Bcircle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542133516498694050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOmdEdyw76I/AAAAAAAAIGI/67yFCXbGocs/s320/cr%2Bcircle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; COME VISIT - and leave some comments for me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crystalruby.com/"&gt;http://www.crystalruby.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-59255597337588549?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/59255597337588549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=59255597337588549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/59255597337588549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/59255597337588549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-photography-blog.html' title='NEW PHOTOGRAPHY BLOG!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOmdEdyw76I/AAAAAAAAIGI/67yFCXbGocs/s72-c/cr%2Bcircle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4550276213516200752</id><published>2010-11-15T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:05:35.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You The Most!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOFUUJfTC6I/AAAAAAAAICs/LHtDb4Fi7a0/s1600/sees-candies-nuts-chews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539801721763728290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOFUUJfTC6I/AAAAAAAAICs/LHtDb4Fi7a0/s400/sees-candies-nuts-chews.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what I was thinking but on the night of October 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I agreed to a bet with four other women. An insane, crazy destructive BET! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO SUGAR, NO SWEETS UNTIL JANUARY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes, through the holidays...as if it weren't crazy enough!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, my worst pet peeve in myself is making a goal and not achieving it. So I am still going strong. But, OH...how I miss my friend...CHOCOLATE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly don't think this will turn into a complete life change for me but I think that I will be able to limit myself on the sweets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor, Dan...he gets the brunt of it. He has to endure my crazy rants, shakes and with drawls. I swear, when it is that time of the month..chocolate works better than any drug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless, I will ENDURE TO THE END! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been about a month so far...no sweets (oh and eating better).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is huge for me because Chocolate has become a real problem for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am amazed, though, at the will power I didn't know I had. It is becoming easier and easier to just overlook the sweets or just put it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT STILL SUCKS THOUGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. Those who fail to hold out until January have to Dance and sing in the middle of the Mall. That is another good motivator for me because there is no way I will make a deliberate fool of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAN: #102 I love that you love me....chocolate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt; and all. And, even though I am crazy sometimes you still support my goals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4550276213516200752?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4550276213516200752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4550276213516200752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4550276213516200752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4550276213516200752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you-most.html' title='I Miss You The Most!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TOFUUJfTC6I/AAAAAAAAICs/LHtDb4Fi7a0/s72-c/sees-candies-nuts-chews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5554162257858159037</id><published>2010-11-08T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:05:01.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello... Dan?..or is it Neil Diamond?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could have recorded the events from last night and edited them...The play by play would have gone something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Me - Tysen and I are going to sing karaoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan- Whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tysen- YAY! karaoke!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Mommy and Tysen begin to rock the karaoke machine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-15 min. later-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Dan is sitting on the couch watching Mommy and Tysen sing to "Good Day Sunshine" by the Beatles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Dan begins to mouth the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Ty leaves his mic next to Daddy (big mistake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 min later-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Daddy and Mommy are battling it out on the karaoke machine (mommy destroyed Daddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Daddy tells Mommy to stop singing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-10 min. later-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mommy and Tysen are playing legos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Daddy is standing up now singing his heart out to "Hello" by Neil Diamond :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-During instrumental break Daddy wispers in the mic..."Man, I sound good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew you wanted to karaoke Hunny! And I knew it was just a matter of time ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#101. I love when you sing "Hello" by Neil Diamond like it is the last song you will ever sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5554162257858159037?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5554162257858159037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5554162257858159037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5554162257858159037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5554162257858159037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-danor-is-it-neil-diamond.html' title='Hello... Dan?..or is it Neil Diamond?'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-9002906429055992990</id><published>2010-11-03T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:32:07.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Halloween we had two munch munches to dress up. I seriously feel like I just dressed Tysen up as Elmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year Tysen was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(can you guess?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; MURRAY from the wiggles. We ironed on the little logo on his shirt and glue gunned ribbon down his black pants, stuck a red electric guitar &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a miraculous find)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in his hand and sent him trunk or treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other munch went as a skunk &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(suits him well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was way too last minute to find him a costume. I attempted party city and immediately walked out. My sister had this skunk costume she had made like 12 years ago for her daughter who wore it. I thought it was a great idea for our little stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, I mean really? How adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please just ignore the un-carved pumpkins...I just barley got costumes do you think I had time to carve pumpkins? Maybe we will carve a turkey in them and make them our thanksgiving pumpkins. At least, we got pumpkins this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, enjoy the pictures of the very scrumptious children that are mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHqyPi-g8I/AAAAAAAAH3U/R4af8oK20Sw/s1600/halloween2010edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535463565902644162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHqyPi-g8I/AAAAAAAAH3U/R4af8oK20Sw/s400/halloween2010edit3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are so cute together. Excuse the minimal blur. They were moving very fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was shooting blindly pretty much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHqJi16cuI/AAAAAAAAH3M/ngNccnnCEKM/s1600/halloween2010+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535462866707706594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHqJi16cuI/AAAAAAAAH3M/ngNccnnCEKM/s400/halloween2010+edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayden did not even put up a fight for his costume...Oddly, he seemed to wear it with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHpmiX1e0I/AAAAAAAAH3E/Z59JqSOJZ54/s1600/halloween2010+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535462265286130498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHpmiX1e0I/AAAAAAAAH3E/Z59JqSOJZ54/s400/halloween2010+edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tysen is a way better "red" wiggle than Murray is. He rocks the electric guitar way harder. This year was great for Tysen because it was the first year that he seemed to really embrace the tradition. He said his "Trick or Treat" line nice and loud and followed it up with a polite "thank you" He even complimented one lady's dog, "you have a wonderful dog" he said! She got a kick out of that! Tysen loved that the trunk or treat was at the park this year. It was like heaven to be able to play on the playground and follow it up with Trick or Treating. He ate like 6 pieces of candy just on the way home...which was not even 2 min. away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHpYwPM1lI/AAAAAAAAH28/zt20rEeZN_Y/s1600/halloween2010edit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535462028489840210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHpYwPM1lI/AAAAAAAAH28/zt20rEeZN_Y/s400/halloween2010edit4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Jay just went along for the ride and go sooo much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-9002906429055992990?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/9002906429055992990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=9002906429055992990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9002906429055992990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9002906429055992990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNHqyPi-g8I/AAAAAAAAH3U/R4af8oK20Sw/s72-c/halloween2010edit3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-467329495019894483</id><published>2010-10-19T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:07:31.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family Home Evening was the perfect time for us to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I planned on going back in the day light to get pumpkin patch pictures of the kids in thier costumes but that never happened. I had a feeling it might not happen because it has been so busy latley so I am so glad we decided to go for FHE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty got to ride the swing, go down the slide with Daddy, and pet all the animals in the petting zoo. Jayden was a great onlooker. He just liked being outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNGVxtHtFAI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/e-qd2x8UaOg/s1600/Pumpkin+Patch+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535370098173088770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNGVxtHtFAI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/e-qd2x8UaOg/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family Time is the BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-467329495019894483?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/467329495019894483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=467329495019894483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/467329495019894483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/467329495019894483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNGVxtHtFAI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/e-qd2x8UaOg/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-2971663922090714925</id><published>2010-10-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:00:53.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things I Love About You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;October 15th was our 5 year anniversay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dedicate this post to my loving Hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNLhecFRluI/AAAAAAAAH5o/ZCHGPtteoNk/s1600/DSC_7772edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535734805042403042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNLhecFRluI/AAAAAAAAH5o/ZCHGPtteoNk/s320/DSC_7772edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the way you hold my hand every time we drive in the car together&lt;br /&gt;2. The way you make me feel better by saying "your cute" when you really mean "you don't know what you are talking about"&lt;br /&gt;3. I love that you still pinch my cheeks (maybe more so now then ever)&lt;br /&gt;4. I love that you are such a compassionate person&lt;br /&gt;5. That you would drop anything to help family&lt;br /&gt;6. When you sing the wrong words to the song...and you know they are wrong but you still belt them out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you turn the music up and dance with the boys&lt;br /&gt;8. When you think something is so cool "like the air show" and you turn into a 8 year old kid&lt;br /&gt;9. That you are such a great provider and hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love that you are so devoted to me and the boys&lt;br /&gt;11. I love that you like cheesy 80 songs&lt;br /&gt;12. I love that you know how to cry like a real man :-)...you don't do it often but when it is necessary you'll show emotion.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love that you are a genius at everything...(EVERYTHING..there is nothing the man CAN'T do!)&lt;br /&gt;14. I love that you think I am so talented&lt;br /&gt;15. I love the way you see me&lt;br /&gt;16. The way you just smile when I want to be stubborn&lt;br /&gt;17. I love that I can walk into a room and feel like the most beautiful women in the world being on your arm&lt;br /&gt;18. I love that you let me call you BOO BOO BOO_BOO BEAR!&lt;br /&gt;19. That you won't spend a cent on yourself...You are so selfless&lt;br /&gt;20. That you can't get enough of your family&lt;br /&gt;21. I love that you say "TMO" and you think it mean "TMI (too much info)"&lt;br /&gt;22. I love that you say gym-mastics ;-)&lt;br /&gt;23. When you turn into a major sports fanatic when the Lakers play...yelling and screaming at the T.V.&lt;br /&gt;24. I love that no one would ever believe that you yell and scream at the T.V. because they think you are too much of a "good guy" to eve raise your voice (because you really are..but Lakers are an exception)&lt;br /&gt;25. I love that you try so hard not to bring your stress home.&lt;br /&gt;26. I love that you love to help me cook and do dishes.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love that you call me your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;28. I love that you wont go to bed angry&lt;br /&gt;29. I love that every time we talk you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;30. That you make me laugh all the time&lt;br /&gt;31. When you look at me for a long time before telling me how beautiful I am&lt;br /&gt;32. That you tell Tysen he has his Mommy's beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;33. That the boys look just like you&lt;br /&gt;34. That you love to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;35. That you love to have time just with me&lt;br /&gt;36. That you stay strong when I crumble&lt;br /&gt;37. I love that you have such an amazing testimony&lt;br /&gt;38. I love that you are so devoted to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;39. I love that you still want me to call you whenever I get from point A to point B....just to make sure I am safe&lt;br /&gt;40. That you will watch chick flicks with me&lt;br /&gt;41. I love that when I eat too much junk food...you take care of me&lt;br /&gt;42. I love that you never say anything when the house is messy...but you will compliment me when the house is spick and span&lt;br /&gt;43. I love that you can not hide your emotions...they are always written all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;44. I love that you believe in me....when I don't believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;45. I love that you spoil me..even though you go way overboard sometimes&lt;br /&gt;46. I love that I can make you feel better after a long day&lt;br /&gt;47. I love your smile (always have, always will)&lt;br /&gt;48. I love how goofy you are around me&lt;br /&gt;49. How You are quick to forgive&lt;br /&gt;50. How you gag when you feed the baby his baby food because you think it is nasty.&lt;br /&gt;51. How you gag when you see any kind of pork products...it sends me into tears every time because I am laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;52. I love that you over exaggerate (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;53. I love when we watch medical mystery shows and you get really freaked out that you have that exact same medical mystery.&lt;br /&gt;54. I love that you always drive&lt;br /&gt;55. I love that you can tell something is bothering me without me telling you&lt;br /&gt;56. I love that you get me flowers when I tell you not too&lt;br /&gt;57. How you kiss my hand on occasion....and I don't think you know that you do it.&lt;br /&gt;58. I love that you want more children, even after what our other two have been through&lt;br /&gt;59. I love that you support me&lt;br /&gt;60. That you write your "letters" to those businesses that try and cheat you...and that you get free stuff because of it.&lt;br /&gt;61. I love you patients&lt;br /&gt;62. I love that you have the kindness and wisdom of your mother&lt;br /&gt;63. I love that you can tell when I organize something and you compliment me&lt;br /&gt;64. I love your testimony of the gospel&lt;br /&gt;65. I love how much you LOVE gummy bears and gummy candy (enough to buy a five pound bag of it because it was a good deal)&lt;br /&gt;66. I love that you call me in the middle of your work day to see how I am holding up...(because I know you have bigger problems at work than to worry about what is going on with me)&lt;br /&gt;67. I love feeling protected by you&lt;br /&gt;68. I love that you will get up in the middle of the night to double check the locked doors because your wife heard something.&lt;br /&gt;69. I love that when I cry you will just hold me&lt;br /&gt;70. I love how sincere you are (and that everyone sees it too)&lt;br /&gt;71. I even love that my family loves you more than they love me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;72. I love that you will sing karaoke with me (and I know you really love it too)&lt;br /&gt;73. I love the way the boys get so excited to see you when you get home&lt;br /&gt;74. I love that when we do on dates I still feel like we are dating.&lt;br /&gt;75. I love that you make me better&lt;br /&gt;76. I love that I cry if you are gone for even a day&lt;br /&gt;77. I love that your ego comes out a little when you know that you have done a good job on something&lt;br /&gt;78. I love that you are always right...(except with me , I am usually the right one between us)&lt;br /&gt;79. I love that you challenge me&lt;br /&gt;80. I love that you say I look amazing after just having a baby. (smart move)&lt;br /&gt;81. I love that you love the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;82. I love that you never forget me ....you always make sure I am right by your side&lt;br /&gt;83. How you love your soft serve ice cream...and how on the cruise you were in heaven because the ice cream was on 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;84. I love that you love surprises and you love to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;85. I love that you will put up with my crazy ideas&lt;br /&gt;86. That you will be brutally honest with me when it is absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;87. forget your shoes sometimes (don't know how but it happens)&lt;br /&gt;88. I love knowing that our boys will grow up to be great men because you are their father.&lt;br /&gt;89. I love that you need a vacation every year...( I love our vacations)&lt;br /&gt;90. I love that we laugh so hard sometimes for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;91. And how you will hold me all night even if your arm falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;92. I love you endurance&lt;br /&gt;93. I love that you are an open book&lt;br /&gt;94. And how you don't hide anything from me&lt;br /&gt;95. I love that you keep our relationship "issues" just between us&lt;br /&gt;96. I love that my eternity will be with you&lt;br /&gt;97. I love that we have a song together and that when it comes on the radio we both belt it out.&lt;br /&gt;98. I love that if we wanted to we could still talk to each other until 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;99. I love that family comes first for you&lt;br /&gt;100. I love you for exactly who you are and that love has only gotten stronger and stronger through the years and will only continue to get stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more I love about you...but I will save it for next year :-)&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5th Anniversary Babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-2971663922090714925?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2971663922090714925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=2971663922090714925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2971663922090714925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2971663922090714925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/11/100-things-i-love-about-you.html' title='100 Things I Love About You!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TNLhecFRluI/AAAAAAAAH5o/ZCHGPtteoNk/s72-c/DSC_7772edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3227810485467281540</id><published>2010-10-14T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:01:51.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Second Child" Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Uwue34II/AAAAAAAAHuY/7glCvuOZY1U/s1600/DSC_4385edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529809851057168514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Uwue34II/AAAAAAAAHuY/7glCvuOZY1U/s400/DSC_4385edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Second Child" Theory is that the second child born (or a lot of time it is the middle child) is usually the one who might cause more trouble, be everywhere and get into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, basically the trouble maker and/or the busy body in the family. I did not make this theory up. I have been told to prepare for this by many people. I really hate when people do that to me. I always just take people's "theories" with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grain&lt;/span&gt; of salt or I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; ignore them all together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; certainly has proved this theory to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accurate&lt;/span&gt;. He is all of these things and even as a baby I can tell he is going to be a handful! But, when trouble arrises all he has to do is flash that adorable smile (that, I swear, has magical powers) and for some reason he will be off the hook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jay just turned 8 months and he is already crawling, pulling up on furniture, cruising furniture, Oh and sitting up all by himself (from stomach to butt). He stands up in his crib and we now have to lower it for our 8 month old. Physically, he is crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emotionally, He is actually a happy baby most of the time unless he is HUNGRY!....then you better duck for cover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love him though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3UwMsl9wI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/PEf41VBQnCQ/s1600/DSC_4425edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529809841987909378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3UwMsl9wI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/PEf41VBQnCQ/s400/DSC_4425edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; is such a good brother. He might draw on his face, and push him over just for fun but, he loves to get him toys when he is upset and he loves to give him hugs and kissed. They will be in the back seat of the car laughing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; heads off for no reason...it is so sweet to see them interact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3227810485467281540?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3227810485467281540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3227810485467281540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3227810485467281540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3227810485467281540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-child-theory.html' title='The &quot;Second Child&quot; Theory'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Uwue34II/AAAAAAAAHuY/7glCvuOZY1U/s72-c/DSC_4385edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8085059963107846351</id><published>2010-09-30T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:09:29.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 4 for Tysen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813993107309554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Yh00lQ_I/AAAAAAAAHug/TFxGpDt4ikk/s400/DSC_4157edit.jpg" /&gt; Tysen was having symptoms of shunt failure for about 3 weeks before he finally had surgery. He would have an episode once every 2-3 days and then would be fine after a very long nap (sometimes 4-5 hours). He had scans right before the symptoms started and they showed that everything looked normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worst part about this is his symptoms. He will be in a lot of pain and will be very sick and lethargic. But, they can't go in without something showing on the scans because they don't want to cut him open and nothing be wrong. So we have to wait until Tysen gets worse (like non stop pain) to go into ER and get more scans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scans showed water building up so they did the surgery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His shunt was blocked once again. They put new hardware and BIGGER hardware so hopefully that will help prevent blockage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is at the age now that he is aware of what is going on and he was SCARED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is starting to realize that the doctor's office or the hospital is not a great place to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hated seeing him go through this realization but it was bound to happen. He did really well though. After the surgery is the best because he is back to his old self and he doesn't understand what all the fuss is about. The pain is gone, the fear is kind of gone, and he is responsive (before surgery his symptoms cause him to be close to non responsive. He just stares blankly and will not respond most of the time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so happy that it was not infection and we are so blessed that he is well and that the doctors know exactly how to fix the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A HUGE thankyou to those who brought meals, took care of baby and dog, and those who were praying for his well being. We can never thank you enough for that wonderful support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you Tysen! You are so STRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is very much back to his old self :-)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529817890045275026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3cEqC_q5I/AAAAAAAAHuo/IyTVmTdBoVY/s400/Cali+visit+10-2010+466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With some of his cousins...making a new fashion statement!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-8085059963107846351?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8085059963107846351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8085059963107846351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8085059963107846351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8085059963107846351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/round-4-for-tysen.html' title='Round 4 for Tysen'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Yh00lQ_I/AAAAAAAAHug/TFxGpDt4ikk/s72-c/DSC_4157edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-320499234663692667</id><published>2010-09-23T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:55:53.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Call Me Aunt Edith"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember every summer with you. I remember my friends wanting to spend the summer with you. And, I remember you would say to them, "Just Call Me Aunt Edith"...and they would. I know that I had a better imagination because of you. I remember the stories we made up in your back yard while climbing the grapefruit tree. I remember getting stuck in that grapefruit tree and Uncle James having to fish us out. I remember fresh lemonade and some of the best meals I had ever eaten. I remember the love that I knew you had for each of us children and how much confidence you gave us. I remember being taught right from wrong on many occasions. I remember going into the Jacuzzi whether it was in our clothes or our swimming suits. Also, filling the Jacuzzi up with cold water when it was too hot outside to bear. I remember always looking for a sale. You always let us find our own sales in the stores and when we wanted to buy something on sale you would say "See, That is smart. You are Smart!" I remember wondering why you gave so much service. Why are we giving cookies to the neighbor? Why are we going to volunteer at the stroke center? Why do we need to put on a fashion show and invite the neighbors? Year after year I grew to realize exactly why you did these things. And, I've told you this before but I know that I grew into a better person by watching your example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL24eqUfH6I/AAAAAAAAHtQ/OmP8oIPNm4s/s1600/DSC_5887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529778754376638370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL24eqUfH6I/AAAAAAAAHtQ/OmP8oIPNm4s/s320/DSC_5887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL24QZRhS9I/AAAAAAAAHtI/TRdTyiVaL7I/s1600/DSC_5879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529778509282626514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL24QZRhS9I/AAAAAAAAHtI/TRdTyiVaL7I/s320/DSC_5879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so hard to let you go. But, I was happy to see your pain stop and know that you are with your sister Mary and your Mother Ardis again. The ones you always talked about. The ones you missed for so long. Now we will miss you Aunt Edith and I already yearn to get back to see you again. You will be in my stories I tell my children....and when I am done telling them I will say "I can;t wait to see her again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23pgJxgPI/AAAAAAAAHtA/K2hRll9A5_4/s1600/Edith+front+Program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529777841114284274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23pgJxgPI/AAAAAAAAHtA/K2hRll9A5_4/s320/Edith+front+Program.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were and are such an influential person in all our lives. I remember you as the Crazy Aunt Edith (your normal self) who would sing the shampoo commercial to people when they called.."Halo, Halo." You were the really tall clown "sunny" I think. I remember this briefly because I was little; but, it was silly enough for me to remember. You were our families Easter Bunny, Santa Clause and "new school clothes fairy." How you did all of that for 14 children?.... I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23oqnGzeI/AAAAAAAAHs4/sBj3bDQHFYg/s1600/img073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529777826741800418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23oqnGzeI/AAAAAAAAHs4/sBj3bDQHFYg/s320/img073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23oWgyQQI/AAAAAAAAHsw/rHH-CvZEYQw/s1600/img071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529777821346578690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23oWgyQQI/AAAAAAAAHsw/rHH-CvZEYQw/s320/img071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 58px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529777532447969090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23XiR_T0I/AAAAAAAAHsY/k_xyJ2bKjfg/s320/img069edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23Y_j8rMI/AAAAAAAAHso/tvzP7gSIRbs/s1600/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529777557487791298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23Y_j8rMI/AAAAAAAAHso/tvzP7gSIRbs/s320/temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529777529819226562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23XYfP4cI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/rQmCuydo8kw/s320/img064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529777523075775442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL23W_Xe-9I/AAAAAAAAHsI/Fa3nVhA-GqA/s320/Edith+back+Program.jpg" /&gt; All that I can say is that I love you Aunt Edith Thank you for the wonderful years and that I will miss you unitl we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-320499234663692667?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/320499234663692667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=320499234663692667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/320499234663692667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/320499234663692667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-call-me-aunt-edith.html' title='&quot;Just Call Me Aunt Edith&quot;'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL24eqUfH6I/AAAAAAAAHtQ/OmP8oIPNm4s/s72-c/DSC_5887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5005198860874433498</id><published>2010-09-22T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:03:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797374632692034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3JagLeiUI/AAAAAAAAHuI/U-VVz36b0T8/s400/DSC_7625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen is up to 22 blocks at a time with his "tower" building. He starts with a strong base by turning his tote over and starting there. Then he builds until it gets too tall...when it gets too tall he pulls his stool over and gets up on it to build the rest. What a process but what SUCCESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3JaG9hioI/AAAAAAAAHuA/a6obYrVvT8w/s1600/DSC_7618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797367863282306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3JaG9hioI/AAAAAAAAHuA/a6obYrVvT8w/s400/DSC_7618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In other "Trouble" news, Tysen now likes to think of his brother's face as a piece of drawing paper. I understand how dangerous this is...but there are those times when I'm not looking that Tysen sneaks a pen and does damage. All the while Jayden was smiling as if he thought it looked good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3JZzCZXeI/AAAAAAAAHt4/9oR1rkcDnQY/s1600/DSC_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529797362515008994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3JZzCZXeI/AAAAAAAAHt4/9oR1rkcDnQY/s400/DSC_4357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not long after (maybe a couple days) Tysen had some mystery artwork on his cheek. Fine artwork, I must say but the question was "what did he use to get such exquisite strokes?" Certainly a mystery, since there was no sign of a mess, no sign of an open marker...but it looked as though it could be MASCARA! Oh No! But, upon entering my room I found that my mascara was in my makeup bag with the cap twisted on. He must have used it because when asked what it was he colored with he replied "makeup". At least this one was clean artwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5005198860874433498?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5005198860874433498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5005198860874433498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5005198860874433498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5005198860874433498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3JagLeiUI/AAAAAAAAHuI/U-VVz36b0T8/s72-c/DSC_7625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5163557781322919243</id><published>2010-09-21T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:59:11.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Family Vacation (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our last stop on our trip was San Francisco. When we first got there we decided to do the Golden Gate Bridge first. The rodes were so scary to drive on. There were so crowded and there were a lot of one way routes. A few times I genuinely thought we might die. It made it that much more adventurous when you think your life is on the line :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Golden Gate Bridge was covered in Fog so it was hard to see how Big it was but as we drove on it we got a good sense. We pulled off to take pictures and we were thinking about taking the trail to walk across it, but opted not since we already had put our lives in jeopardy just driving the streets. We had enough life threatening experiences for one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While taking pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge I could see a couple of Asian ladies admiring Tysen and Jayden. One came up and grabbed Tysen and the other stood back and took pictures of the two together. We were laughing (even though it was strange) until the lady decided to take a family picture with my family (me excluded). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I have a new family picture to hang on the wall (too bad I was replaced). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of Asian people came up to us wanting to take pictures of our kids like they were celebrities...very weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also visited the Jelly Belly factory. The bummer was that we went on the weekend and they let their workers have the weekend off. So, we took the tour but they just had videos playing and we didn't get to see it up and running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got free Jelly Bellys though ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLSUR5VhDDI/AAAAAAAAHp8/x9j3KSTcStQ/s1600/2010+vacation7text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527205677860195378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLSUR5VhDDI/AAAAAAAAHp8/x9j3KSTcStQ/s400/2010+vacation7text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We wanted to ride the trolley but it seemed nearly impossible with two kids and how PACKED they were. We had a very nice man tell us how the system worked. He told us to go down to the second to last Trolley stop because it doesn't have a sign so no one knows that the trolley stops there. Plus, since the trolley goes one way, we would beat everyone else on. He said he had 50 years of experience so we just followed him. He gave us free day passes and made sure that we made it on the Trolley. Then he just went on with his day. I love nice people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Fisherman's Wharf and there was this bum on the side walk holding a fake bush in front of himself and when someone would walk by he would move it and scare them. HAHAHAHA it was HILARIOUS! He had a bucket out for tips...I have never seen an act like that from a bum. We sat and watched him scare people for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Fisherman's Wharf we bought some fresh crab from a stand and ate it right there...it was very awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we walked over to Pier 39 and Tysen decided that he really wanted to try the bungee jumper ride. We waited in line for a good hour and it was finally his turn. But, when he couldn't have Daddy come with him, he did not want anything to do with it. So, we got our money back and decided to get back to the trolley to ride back to our hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we waited for the Trolley there was a man playing the guitar and singing songs with a bucket out for tips. Tysen was in love with this. He loves music and guitars, especially when he gets to watch someone play one. He went to his bucket and gave him a tip and the guy started playing "Twinkle, Twinkle", "Old McDonald" and "ABC's". Tysen FREAKED! He was dancing and singing. Everyone in line, waiting for the trolley, were taking pictures and video of Tysen because he was so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what we are doing or where we are, Tysen seems to get an incredible amount of attention. Such a HAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLSURSjM5yI/AAAAAAAAHp0/H9l6pQZnyD0/s1600/2010+vacation8text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527205667448612642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLSURSjM5yI/AAAAAAAAHp0/H9l6pQZnyD0/s400/2010+vacation8text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This trip was really one of my favorites. It was like we took three vacations...one after the next. It seemed to make it last longer. I think Big Sur will be our camp spot! I couldn't imagine going anywhere else! The best part was having my family with me and making new memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5163557781322919243?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5163557781322919243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5163557781322919243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5163557781322919243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5163557781322919243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-family-vacation-part-3.html' title='2010 Family Vacation (Part 3)'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLSUR5VhDDI/AAAAAAAAHp8/x9j3KSTcStQ/s72-c/2010+vacation7text.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1970821505555080891</id><published>2010-09-21T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:57:18.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Family Vacation (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monterey is were we lived it up! It was the part of our vacation that we experienced the luxury. It was so nice to get down and dirty when we were camping ....but, it was sooooo nice to come to Monterey and get cleaned up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the aquarium. It was a huge aquarium with lots of neat fish. Tysen loved the touch pools. He was scared at first but after one of the workers started talking to him and helping him he was all about touching the sea creatures. He thrives off of being social. He will do anything if someone does it with him :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bubba Gump Shrimp company was just outside our hotel. They had the bus stop and Forrest Gump's shoes for people to take pictures in front of. Dan was so funny trying to pose like Forrest. He makes me laugh all the time (funny guy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to see at least one lighthouse before we went home. We went to see one of the oldest working lighthouses. I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPsXo_pX-I/AAAAAAAAHpo/lJ6WvFf_UMw/s1600/2010+vacation6text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527021058599247842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPsXo_pX-I/AAAAAAAAHpo/lJ6WvFf_UMw/s400/2010+vacation6text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I say that we lived it up, I am talking about our suite that we had. The hotel was fabulous! 1 bedroom, two bathrooms, balcony, windows facing the Bay, two fireplaces. I fell in LOVE right away. My favorite was opening the windows in our room at night and seeing the squid boats on the bay with their lights on and hearing the seals bark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then in the afternoon when we would lay down together to rest it was so nice to have the windows open and listening to the sounds of the Bay and the Birds! It was so relaxing that every time we had the windows open and laid down with Jayden, he fell right asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen enjoyed the binoculars that were there for us to use in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPsXVoIIaI/AAAAAAAAHpg/BTMOC87Ni8k/s1600/2010+vacation5text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527021053400326562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPsXVoIIaI/AAAAAAAAHpg/BTMOC87Ni8k/s400/2010+vacation5text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-1970821505555080891?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1970821505555080891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1970821505555080891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1970821505555080891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1970821505555080891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-family-vacation-part-2.html' title='2010 Family Vacation (Part 2)'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPsXo_pX-I/AAAAAAAAHpo/lJ6WvFf_UMw/s72-c/2010+vacation6text.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1664536708547284462</id><published>2010-09-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:57:02.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Family Vacation (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>For our 2010 Family Vacation we decided to drive up the coast. Our first stop was Big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt;. We camped for 3 nights. It was our fist time camping as a family and I have to say that it might have been my favorite vacation with the kids yet. Big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt; is the most beautiful camping area. One minute your enjoying the redwoods and loving the smell of pine and campfire..the next minute you are sitting on a beach that sits right outside of the redwood tree. It is the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to drive the scenic route to get to Big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt;. We made a few pit stops to enjoy the coast. It was so exciting to have the coast right next to us as we drove. I couldn't get enough. We stopped at seal beach and saw at least 50 seals (if not more) laying out on the beach. Some coming in from the tide and some going out. It is weird how they just took over that beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPj7r7MxHI/AAAAAAAAHpY/Cu1MXjV9Q8A/s1600/2010+vacationtext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527011782256542834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPj7r7MxHI/AAAAAAAAHpY/Cu1MXjV9Q8A/s400/2010+vacationtext.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sur&lt;/span&gt; we hiked up to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfieffer&lt;/span&gt; Falls. It is a small little waterfall (compared to Hawaii) but the scenery that we were able to enjoy while we hiked ....we were drinking it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPjepzHQBI/AAAAAAAAHpQ/BXudWAWfbKo/s1600/2010+vacation1text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527011283469549586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPjepzHQBI/AAAAAAAAHpQ/BXudWAWfbKo/s400/2010+vacation1text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our camp ground was perfect. Very spacious and it felt like we were deep in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Forrest&lt;/span&gt; (not to mention the hot showers that were 2 seconds away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; had fun collecting sticks and talking walks with us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; just LOVED being outside. He was no problem as long as we were hanging outside. The boys were so good...and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was so peaceful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPjeDTlAoI/AAAAAAAAHpI/KWXEzmVDL0U/s1600/2010+vacation2text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527011273136734850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPjeDTlAoI/AAAAAAAAHpI/KWXEzmVDL0U/s400/2010+vacation2text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...the BEACH....OH the Beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures speak for themselves. There was hardly anyone there. I felt like we were the only ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; loves the beach. He loves the water and he loves running after it and running away. He did not want to leave. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; just chilled in his nifty little backpack the whole time. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPgXgoaAZI/AAAAAAAAHpA/1t0_Xnv1zy8/s1600/2010+vacation3text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527007862214754706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPgXgoaAZI/AAAAAAAAHpA/1t0_Xnv1zy8/s400/2010+vacation3text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously, can you really have enough beach/husband and son pictures. My Family looks even cuter (if that is possible) on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPgXGwG-kI/AAAAAAAAHo4/z9QZlcz4pBA/s1600/2010+vacation4text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527007855267740226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPgXGwG-kI/AAAAAAAAHo4/z9QZlcz4pBA/s400/2010+vacation4text.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4984407836697792081-1664536708547284462?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1664536708547284462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1664536708547284462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1664536708547284462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1664536708547284462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-family-vacation-part-1.html' title='2010 Family Vacation (Part 1)'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TLPj7r7MxHI/AAAAAAAAHpY/Cu1MXjV9Q8A/s72-c/2010+vacationtext.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4208635860018458331</id><published>2010-09-04T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:01:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley ..."Sister Whitman"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Ga4MnQzI/AAAAAAAAHtw/_SO2N6RpDOA/s1600/DSC_5182edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529794082545025842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Ga4MnQzI/AAAAAAAAHtw/_SO2N6RpDOA/s400/DSC_5182edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Beautiful sister is going to be turning in her papers to receive her mission call. We took some fun shots of her and thought that we might get a mission plaque picture in the process. She is gorgeous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; she. The boys will be lined up waiting for her when she gets home :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3GaUnbxiI/AAAAAAAAHto/9LZc62Jx4LI/s1600/Ashley+mission2edits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529794072993842722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3GaUnbxiI/AAAAAAAAHto/9LZc62Jx4LI/s400/Ashley+mission2edits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4208635860018458331?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4208635860018458331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4208635860018458331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4208635860018458331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4208635860018458331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/ashley-sister-whitman.html' title='Ashley ...&quot;Sister Whitman&quot;'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Ga4MnQzI/AAAAAAAAHtw/_SO2N6RpDOA/s72-c/DSC_5182edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-9097158273867851150</id><published>2010-09-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:00:37.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3EhkRmwYI/AAAAAAAAHtg/kGFW3KnkAgU/s1600/Brooklyn+Final+edits1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791998433083778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3EhkRmwYI/AAAAAAAAHtg/kGFW3KnkAgU/s400/Brooklyn+Final+edits1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Eg61H0YI/AAAAAAAAHtY/-mgGMJu51kc/s1600/Brooklyn+Final+edits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791987307762050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3Eg61H0YI/AAAAAAAAHtY/-mgGMJu51kc/s400/Brooklyn+Final+edits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the sweetest boy! He was a little serious in the beginning but after a while of play he warmed up and we got some great smiles from him. His Mommy is one of my old friends from my days working at "Richies Diner". It was so great to catch up and see her little one all grown up into a toddler. &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/4984407836697792081-9097158273867851150?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/9097158273867851150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=9097158273867851150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9097158273867851150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9097158273867851150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/10/brooklyn.html' title='Brooklyn'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TL3EhkRmwYI/AAAAAAAAHtg/kGFW3KnkAgU/s72-c/Brooklyn+Final+edits1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1528451765633403230</id><published>2010-08-20T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T09:43:00.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Deceived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TG6m1tGk8oI/AAAAAAAAHTA/-I_ZPPYJguQ/s1600/DSC_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507522835891155586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TG6m1tGk8oI/AAAAAAAAHTA/-I_ZPPYJguQ/s400/DSC_4342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He may look very cute and cuddly but he knows exactly what he does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Jayden after I tried to put a bite of cereal in his mouth &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, after only ONE bite, he looked like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have tried everything...the kid does not like cereal. I did sugar. I did bottle. I did lots of sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He refuses to eat it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He purses his lips and does a sour face like I just gave him a lemon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he sees the spoon coming his way he starts flipping his hands around and covers his face while putting it face down on his tray. So that I have NO chance of touching the spoon to his mouth. After this big fight he put up...he looks like this! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(refer to above picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He won't eat cereal but he will eat 12 oz of milk within a 4 hour time period..and not spit up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CRAZY BABY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On another note:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayden is now 6 months and is doing great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so blessed by the health of our children. I am so excited when I can say that we are all healthy and doing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Even though, the medical bills have made Daniel and I a lotta sick in head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayden is a very strong willed, stubborn boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he want to eat, he will let you know....SERIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is very wiggly&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (as predicted from being in my tummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he is very very strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was rolling over at 4 months and is now putting his knees under himself and getting to an almost crawling position. He can pretty much get anywhere he wants through other means of transportation that he has figured out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He eats more than any other baby in history! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can not keep up with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, yet he is small, which could only mean that he is so wiggly he is burning off all the calories as fast as he takes them in. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I totally buy that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six months is a very fun age for Jay. He is much happier &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(maybe because I give him all the food he wants...which is an insane amount).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sits up and plays with toys and I love to see the boys playing together...my favorite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen tries to console Jayden by playing his "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" on his guitar and them saying,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "It's ok Jay, Tysens' here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(when Mommy is obviously taking to long to pick him up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will see Jay's Cardiologist in another month and we will have an update on Jay's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen is do for scans soon as well...hopefully all is well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our Family Home Evening and we went to the park as part of our activity. It was super fun and I was able to do my favorite thing besides hang out with my family...Take Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And some cute ones at that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TG6m1QfgxxI/AAAAAAAAHS4/EEClx2Cyqao/s1600/FHE+Park+Edits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507522828211111698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TG6m1QfgxxI/AAAAAAAAHS4/EEClx2Cyqao/s400/FHE+Park+Edits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TG6m0yHMzwI/AAAAAAAAHSw/7iop9iuwxw0/s1600/FHE+Park+Edits1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507522820056076034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TG6m0yHMzwI/AAAAAAAAHSw/7iop9iuwxw0/s400/FHE+Park+Edits1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ty loves FHE so much. He always conducts and get up front and tells us who is going to lead the song and say the prayer &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he usually picks himself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love to see him enjoying learning about the gospel. I can't believe the information that boy retains.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FHE is so much funner with a funny two year old around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-1528451765633403230?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1528451765633403230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1528451765633403230' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1528451765633403230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1528451765633403230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-be-decieved.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Deceived'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TG6m1tGk8oI/AAAAAAAAHTA/-I_ZPPYJguQ/s72-c/DSC_4342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3751992570403614500</id><published>2010-07-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:14:16.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WIGGLES CONCERT ON THURSDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxSS2kxwiI/AAAAAAAAHSU/L3xlKATHo_I/s1600/wiggles_logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506866928208167458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxSS2kxwiI/AAAAAAAAHSU/L3xlKATHo_I/s200/wiggles_logo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since we bought the tickets in &lt;strong&gt;JUNE&lt;/strong&gt;, we were telling Tysen that we were going to see a Wiggles concert, just like they showed on T.V. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didn't get it at first; but, as the week of the concert rolled around and I made him a Wiggles shirt &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(iron on)&lt;/span&gt; and we started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ing off the days on the calendar, he got more and more excited. Every night before bed we would mark another day off and he would say "When you wake up, you get to see the wiggles on &lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It really was the cutest thing ever to see him get so excited about something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day finally came and I think it really sunk in for him when I finally put his precious wiggles shirt on &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it had been hanging up, eye level, to taunt him all week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we drove all the way to San Diego to see the Wiggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got there just in time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks to Dan's crazy, "we're gunna be late" driving)&lt;/span&gt; and got in our seats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(3 rows back from the stage!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was some music and talking at first from a "no name" guy that Tysen was not impressed by. He waited patiently and looked as though he knew something better was going to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There they were! One by one and called out by name over the load speaker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JEFF! ANTHONY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at this point Tysen was laughing, pointing and looking quite overwhelmed to see them coming out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it was all too exciting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MURRAY!&lt;/span&gt; (Murray is his favorite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen's Laughter turned into TEARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a crazed fan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; SAM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he is not so sure how he feels about Sam, being a replacement of Greg and all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crying returned to laughter and excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Insert classic video of Tysen crying/laughing here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and at this point Dan and I were rolling in our chairs holding our bellies...it was a very classic moment for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got on with the show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen calmed down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy sang all the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxSAItD5_I/AAAAAAAAHSM/Ep0BItXVzDA/s1600/wiggles+concert+exports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506866606657234930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxSAItD5_I/AAAAAAAAHSM/Ep0BItXVzDA/s400/wiggles+concert+exports.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These wiggles sure know how to keep you entertained. It was such a cool concert, I have to say. We were right up front with all the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxR_n75o4I/AAAAAAAAHSE/bGLssDN6yPI/s1600/wiggles+concert+exports1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506866597861106562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxR_n75o4I/AAAAAAAAHSE/bGLssDN6yPI/s400/wiggles+concert+exports1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They surprised everybody by coming out in the audience to greet people.&lt;br /&gt;What nice Wiggles they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxR_MmakbI/AAAAAAAAHR8/mIIUshaBvgk/s1600/wiggles+concert+exports3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506866590523232690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxR_MmakbI/AAAAAAAAHR8/mIIUshaBvgk/s400/wiggles+concert+exports3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun to see them come out into the audience but I swear each one of the Wiggles almost tripped over Tysen!&lt;br /&gt;Tysen wanted to see Murray the most..Murray came right up and said hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(after that, I was sold on the Wiggles..I am considering becoming a Wiggles groupie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They sang all the songs that were anticipated and danced the moves to go along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then they said good bye :-(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We will never forget you Wiggles concert... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Really, a Top Dollar Show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The only problem is, Tysen thinks we are going every Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxR-fqXFuI/AAAAAAAAHR0/2QQFDOWfzrg/s1600/wiggles+concert+exports2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506866578460186338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxR-fqXFuI/AAAAAAAAHR0/2QQFDOWfzrg/s400/wiggles+concert+exports2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3751992570403614500?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3751992570403614500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3751992570403614500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3751992570403614500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3751992570403614500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/07/wiggles-concert-on-thursday.html' title='THE WIGGLES CONCERT ON THURSDAY!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxSS2kxwiI/AAAAAAAAHSU/L3xlKATHo_I/s72-c/wiggles_logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8752162915218814417</id><published>2010-07-26T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:11:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxQ6QQ3LJI/AAAAAAAAHRs/17IH3kxtzww/s1600/P7310186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506865406095600786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGxQ6QQ3LJI/AAAAAAAAHRs/17IH3kxtzww/s320/P7310186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I can't believe this is the first time we got to the beach this summer and summer is nearly OVER!&lt;br /&gt;I guess the point is, we got to the beach as least once this summer.&lt;br /&gt;This was Jayden's first beach day....we got his first "feet in the sand" picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;We decided late that we wanted to head down to the beach. We left the house by 11:30&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Oceanside behind very slow trucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Got to Oceanside hungry. So we walked down the 10 mile long pier and ate a Ruby's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who had run out of ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then by 3:30 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't ask me how the time passed so fast)&lt;/span&gt; we made it to the sand and set up to stay for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was a late start, we were all very laid back and were in no rush. It felt good to have no real plans and to just go with the flow. We were hoping to get a fire pit &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who were we kidding)&lt;/span&gt; they were completely taken up by end of summer high school hooligans &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which is fine because it turned out that the kids did not last that long anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsmskEPjeI/AAAAAAAAHRM/WQcrQcl7HO4/s400/Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the freezing water.&lt;br /&gt;Built a sand castle.&lt;br /&gt;Found Sand Crabs.&lt;br /&gt;Tysen ate sand.&lt;br /&gt;We buried Tysen in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission "beach day" accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsmsztD9jI/AAAAAAAAHRU/EnbZYi8g9H4/s1600/Beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsmsztD9jI/AAAAAAAAHRU/EnbZYi8g9H4/s400/Beach1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just getting the feeling that we were doing too much; we were all high strung and needed a brake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild Rivers was our "Quick Fix". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We reserved a private cabana to chill out in when we got tired &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it was sooo worth it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We left our stuff in the cabana while we explored the very fun water rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty's favorite was this big blue slide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He would not get off the thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsbAvpk5bI/AAAAAAAAHRE/abgk6uvTFj4/s1600/P7240143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506524668995364274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsbAvpk5bI/AAAAAAAAHRE/abgk6uvTFj4/s320/P7240143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cabana was right next to the kiddie playground &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so if Mamma had to stop and feed baby, Daddy could take Ty to play) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His second favorite place to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsbAIylGrI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/xX4YKWcWbbk/s1600/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506524658564143794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsbAIylGrI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/xX4YKWcWbbk/s320/P1010117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also loved to lounge in the river pool. Just sitting in our tubes and floating &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so nice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tysen decides to try to swim against the tide and starts &lt;strong&gt;floating away&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not nice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus, the life jacket on him in the next photo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506524052695584818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsac3wQkDI/AAAAAAAAHQs/an_rYDQUZHs/s320/P7240128.JPG" /&gt;Needless to say, it was exactly the care free day that we all needed. &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/4984407836697792081-8851340169595684290?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8851340169595684290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8851340169595684290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8851340169595684290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8851340169595684290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/08/wild-rivers.html' title='Wild Rivers'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TGsbAvpk5bI/AAAAAAAAHRE/abgk6uvTFj4/s72-c/P7240143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8192596985134471141</id><published>2010-07-14T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:47:30.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building With Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;We were walking out of Lowes and noticed that they were giving kids a building project. So, we grabbed one, gave Ty a hammer (took away the hammer) and got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNeKIteS8I/AAAAAAAAGdo/BvfMrl5eRHM/s1600/104_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNeKIteS8I/AAAAAAAAGdo/BvfMrl5eRHM/s400/104_0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That face has trouble written all over it...(doesn't help that we gave him a hammer to go along with his mischievous face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNeKb36AGI/AAAAAAAAGdw/zMe0H28gElA/s1600/104_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNeKb36AGI/AAAAAAAAGdw/zMe0H28gElA/s400/104_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Tysen hammering away. Daddy got scared a few times by the way Tysen would swing his arm all the way back and just start pounding on the wood as fast as he could. It was very finny to watch though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNeK-LUApI/AAAAAAAAGd4/M8wtPznylMM/s1600/104_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNeK-LUApI/AAAAAAAAGd4/M8wtPznylMM/s400/104_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;All done! We made a ball catcher game thingy. &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-8192596985134471141?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8192596985134471141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8192596985134471141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8192596985134471141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8192596985134471141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/07/building-with-daddy.html' title='Building With Daddy'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNeKIteS8I/AAAAAAAAGdo/BvfMrl5eRHM/s72-c/104_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1599127789983290238</id><published>2010-07-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:11:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Fourth, Third Fourth</title><content type='html'>This year is Jay's First 4th and it is Ty's third 4th of July. Grandma Whitman came down from Utah to join us in celebration and to meet Jayden. We had a blast having so much family in town. Since the 4th was Sunday we did most everything on Saturday the 3rd...but we called it the 4th :-)&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the ward breakfast. They had funnel cake...sooo good! I really really love our ward so it was really awesome to just mingle and have a few laughs with some awesome people. Then we had EVERYONE over for swimming and BBQ. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no pictures because everything was at my house so I was a little busy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally, when it got dark, we went to see the fireworks at Pachanga Casino &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which were not great...Tysen was out cold anyway).&lt;/span&gt; We got our firework fix though and felt no need to see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNbHB9rADI/AAAAAAAAGdg/JiqcAStDHuY/s1600/DSC_3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499839746293825586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNbHB9rADI/AAAAAAAAGdg/JiqcAStDHuY/s400/DSC_3658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNZB2-M2DI/AAAAAAAAGdY/PqyKRGw7Ux4/s1600/DSC_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499837458420652082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNZB2-M2DI/AAAAAAAAGdY/PqyKRGw7Ux4/s400/DSC_3672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNZBYgGd3I/AAAAAAAAGdQ/IF24I4pJwRI/s1600/DSC_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499837450241341298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNZBYgGd3I/AAAAAAAAGdQ/IF24I4pJwRI/s400/DSC_3664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the real 4th)&lt;/span&gt; We had some more family come over to make patriotic sugar cookies and have taco soup. We opted for watching fireworks on t.v. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which were much better than the ones we saw in person...the base from the t.v. was better than what we got at the live ones). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was actually a nice and relaxing day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-1599127789983290238?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1599127789983290238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1599127789983290238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1599127789983290238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1599127789983290238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-fourth-third-fourth.html' title='First Fourth, Third Fourth'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNbHB9rADI/AAAAAAAAGdg/JiqcAStDHuY/s72-c/DSC_3658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5635664548893762323</id><published>2010-07-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:47:02.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First BIG RIDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNVuFrq_bI/AAAAAAAAGc8/GhjxUBw0XIk/s1600/Top.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNVuFrq_bI/AAAAAAAAGc8/GhjxUBw0XIk/s400/Top.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Knott's while my sister was down and I took Ty on the Log Ride! His very first big ride! Poor guy didn't know what he was in for when I told him we were going on the BIG ride. He just assumes bigger means better. He was all for it and ready to go with Mommy on the ride. I told him before we dropped that I was going to put his hands up and he said "ok!"...so I did! When I saw his face in the picture I was laughing so hard but I felt so bad for putting his hands up. He didn't scream (He was probably in too much shock) and when we were done he enthusiastically put his hands up and said "I DID IT". Then after the ride I asked him if he wanted to ride it again and he said "ya!" and I asked him what he was thinking about and he said "I'm thinking about I was berry scarred on the log ride" (yes, he really speaks in full sentences like that). But, he went on it two more times and loved it! &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5635664548893762323?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5635664548893762323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5635664548893762323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5635664548893762323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5635664548893762323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-went-to-knotts-while-my-sister-was.html' title='First BIG RIDE!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNVuFrq_bI/AAAAAAAAGc8/GhjxUBw0XIk/s72-c/Top.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7185684030132722905</id><published>2010-07-08T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:06:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireman...Like Uncle John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNLGOjaMhI/AAAAAAAAGcg/zyjHwCEiEoQ/s1600/DSC_3551edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499822140307419666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNLGOjaMhI/AAAAAAAAGcg/zyjHwCEiEoQ/s400/DSC_3551edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNLFm_iwWI/AAAAAAAAGcY/UKAhzX5e9-w/s1600/DSC_3559ediybw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499822129688002914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNLFm_iwWI/AAAAAAAAGcY/UKAhzX5e9-w/s400/DSC_3559ediybw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNLFMguLcI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/6ctbxRChraw/s1600/DSC_3536edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499822122579406274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNLFMguLcI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/6ctbxRChraw/s400/DSC_3536edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather (my sister) came down from Iowa and spent 2weeks with us. I hadn't seen her in three years and she had never met Tysen. So, it was oober exciting for us. We took the kids to the forestation that Uncle John works at and played around in the fire engine. Of course I had my camera and caught some cute little moments. As Tysen puts it "Fire engines are AWETHOME!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were fighting over the headphone things and over who gets to drive the wheel. But they loved every minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Uncle John!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNKjJbMwzI/AAAAAAAAGcI/AojdXWix1Ac/s1600/firestation+web+album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499821537635386162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNKjJbMwzI/AAAAAAAAGcI/AojdXWix1Ac/s400/firestation+web+album.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNKir4L-vI/AAAAAAAAGcA/L2q-fK9NsrM/s1600/firestation+web+album1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499821529703906034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNKir4L-vI/AAAAAAAAGcA/L2q-fK9NsrM/s400/firestation+web+album1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4984407836697792081-7185684030132722905?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7185684030132722905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7185684030132722905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7185684030132722905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7185684030132722905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/07/firemanlike-uncle-john.html' title='Fireman...Like Uncle John'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TFNLGOjaMhI/AAAAAAAAGcg/zyjHwCEiEoQ/s72-c/DSC_3551edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-2353851490832488931</id><published>2010-06-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:51:54.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin, Rollin, Rollin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...And now Jayden will show us how to roll over at only 4 MONTHS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTcbGDd0gI/AAAAAAAAGK8/qaz2rCBvlN0/s1600/Collages3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486752604083835394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTcbGDd0gI/AAAAAAAAGK8/qaz2rCBvlN0/s400/Collages3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tysen did not roll for a long time. I think it was at like 8 months; but, we knew Jayden would be a super strong boy because he liked to kick really hard in Mommy's tummy. He has proven to be even stronger since he was born. He is so impatient and strong willed but when he is happy he is really happy! He has also been smiling since only a couple days after birth. He might know what he wants and will not quite until he gets it... but he is very sweet and really fun to tickle and play with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really can't get over how strong he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-2353851490832488931?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2353851490832488931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=2353851490832488931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2353851490832488931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2353851490832488931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/06/rollin-rollin-rollin.html' title='Rollin, Rollin, Rollin!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTcbGDd0gI/AAAAAAAAGK8/qaz2rCBvlN0/s72-c/Collages3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5646893134544558004</id><published>2010-06-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:22:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITNEY IS HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485314622165575618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB_Alh9vZ8I/AAAAAAAAF6I/cgh5F0YfCRU/s320/DSC_2004edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent the day at Tom's Farm with my bestest friend from high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet her new sweet baby boy James.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sooo adorable. That kid is gunna be a model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tysen got to go around with Dan on the train and on the carousel while Whit and I caught up a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her awesome family came with her and it was good to see them too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice day and it was so relaxing being able to laugh and just hang out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited she will be here for a whole month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486746607585543154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTW-DW3Q_I/AAAAAAAAGK0/Fv1h0Hgermg/s320/toms+farms+fun1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486746598734047778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTW9iYgKiI/AAAAAAAAGKs/gMKDUN8WuSg/s320/toms+farms+fun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485314632362748562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB_AmH876pI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/7aYGTGBiY7U/s320/DSC_2005edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485314646700837234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB_Am9XZyXI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/LmzW7ZvDY_g/s320/DSC_2160editoverlay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB_AnZoKJ7I/AAAAAAAAF6g/Q_R3QAGn-po/s1600/DSC_2339edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean seriously a gorgeous baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485315406194493058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB_BTKszRoI/AAAAAAAAF6w/3QSFbRFiYKg/s320/DSC_2339editbw.jpg" /&gt;Aren't' they the cutest! What a beautiful Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5646893134544558004?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5646893134544558004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5646893134544558004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5646893134544558004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5646893134544558004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/06/whitney-is-here.html' title='WHITNEY IS HERE!!!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB_Alh9vZ8I/AAAAAAAAF6I/cgh5F0YfCRU/s72-c/DSC_2004edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4406079429723966815</id><published>2010-06-10T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:54:56.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Nathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB--ixw8k6I/AAAAAAAAF6A/Xx5-uzYIBLk/s1600/nathan+outside+EDITS!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485312375844017058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB--ixw8k6I/AAAAAAAAF6A/Xx5-uzYIBLk/s400/nathan+outside+EDITS!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved taking shots of this Cute Chubbo Baby!He is a month younger than Jay...Jay can't even compare to Nate's chubbiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the pictures Nathan kept sticking his tongue out and smiling like crazy at his Daddy. He also liked spitting up on his Daddy. I got some nice close up pictures of that :-) He is a special little spirit and he has awesome parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you Nate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4406079429723966815?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4406079429723966815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4406079429723966815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4406079429723966815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4406079429723966815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-nathan.html' title='Baby Nathan'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB--ixw8k6I/AAAAAAAAF6A/Xx5-uzYIBLk/s72-c/nathan+outside+EDITS!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3937781091421099649</id><published>2010-06-06T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:00:31.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTgF9SGZEI/AAAAAAAAGLE/sRsIKftHh4c/s1600/DSC_9616edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486756638998553666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTgF9SGZEI/AAAAAAAAGLE/sRsIKftHh4c/s400/DSC_9616edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dedicated to Jayden on his blessing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you’ll do&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who’ll you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what lives you’ll touch&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who’ll you’ll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder who you look like more&lt;br /&gt;Your Mom or your Dad&lt;br /&gt;And I still wonder what makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;and what makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you now&lt;br /&gt;With your bright alert eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the world so simply&lt;br /&gt;Seeing no bad, hearing no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your innocence inspires me&lt;br /&gt;And makes me think clearer&lt;br /&gt;You feel our home with love and life&lt;br /&gt;And bring the presence of God nearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will be able to raise you right&lt;br /&gt;I know I will try&lt;br /&gt;I will take it day by day and enjoy you now&lt;br /&gt;I know that life flies so fast and it will soon pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ever want to miss a laugh&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ever want to miss a smile&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to miss kissing your tears&lt;br /&gt;I want to make ever moment worth its while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always know that you are the world to us&lt;br /&gt;Know that you are a precious child of god&lt;br /&gt;You have a special purpose to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold fast to the iron rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some last words of advise…&lt;br /&gt;It is better to have loved&lt;br /&gt;than to have never loved at all&lt;br /&gt;Always get right back up after you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to live as the savior did&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to have joy in your life&lt;br /&gt;Be strong in your faith&lt;br /&gt;And let Christ help you carry the strife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3937781091421099649?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3937781091421099649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3937781091421099649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3937781091421099649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3937781091421099649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TCTgF9SGZEI/AAAAAAAAGLE/sRsIKftHh4c/s72-c/DSC_9616edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4128961903524328964</id><published>2010-06-06T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:28:45.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden's Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB-4sXOdCQI/AAAAAAAAF54/YjW0aZY_u4w/s1600/DSC_1288edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485305943448946946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB-4sXOdCQI/AAAAAAAAF54/YjW0aZY_u4w/s400/DSC_1288edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We finally blessed Jayden. He is almost 3 months and his blessing outfit would not have lasted another month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were so happy to be able to know that you are healthy and to be able to give you a Father's Blessing in front of our ward and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You had a lot of family come to witness your blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...(we literally took up about 5 rows... and it wasn't even half the family).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Father gave an amazing blessing for you from your Heavenly Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It talked a lot about missionary work and how you will be able to share the gospel. That is one big thing that stood out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It also said to learn to be patient and I think you could start using that piece of advise like NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jayden we love you so much. You light up the day with your smile. You are very good at flirting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We thank our beloved Heavenly Father for you every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB-4qlV_foI/AAAAAAAAF5w/RfI8-g-zNqc/s1600/DSC_1284edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485305912878923394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB-4qlV_foI/AAAAAAAAF5w/RfI8-g-zNqc/s400/DSC_1284edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look how big you are! You do not look like a newborn getting blessed. Daddy was worried that if we waited to long to bless you, you would try to run away from them. We were close, but you stayed put. You only started to wine for the last part of the blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4128961903524328964?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4128961903524328964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4128961903524328964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4128961903524328964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4128961903524328964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/06/jaydens-blessing-day.html' title='Jayden&apos;s Blessing Day'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/TB-4sXOdCQI/AAAAAAAAF54/YjW0aZY_u4w/s72-c/DSC_1288edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4859525980359890776</id><published>2010-05-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:50:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to thank these women for all of their hard work in raising me and my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love them so much, I don't think they will ever know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469506764055711890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-eXbFgjEJI/AAAAAAAAEzA/qMqFjrR0bSk/s400/IMG_7784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to thank my Mother in law for raising the greatest man that I have ever known. My husband is a wonderful person all the way through. It is actually incredible how kind and loving he is. I thought that he had to be the most caring, loving, kind person in the world...and then....I met his Mother. When I met Dan's Mother I finally understood where his great qualities came from. This woman would give anything for anyone. She would drop what she was doing in a moment just to help you pick something up off the floor. She is so giving and she forgets herself completely, in order to think of others needs. She cares so much about her family... she cares so much about people in general. She has a gift for empathising with you and trying so hard to understand the way you feel. She always has great information too. She is very wise (I know my husband got that from her too). I look at her and I am so appreciative to her for all that she has done for us as a family. I appreciate her qualities because I know that it was those qualities that made my husband the most amazing man. I want to make my boys as strong and as loving as she has made her children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at her and think..."What a Woman!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you Mom Carlson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469501489717774034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-eSoFEZBtI/AAAAAAAAEy4/o5AB0WkOUOA/s400/DSC_3447edit.jpg" /&gt; On this day I can't help but think of this woman who raised me to be such a great woman :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother has an incredible spirit. She has a strong spirit. She is patient and wise. She is so talented and always seems to find a way to make things happen. She has a deep love for her children (all fourteen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has taught me so much through out my life. It was through her patients, trust and love that I learned my greatest lessons in life. To this day I really don't know how she has done it all. I never knew how she ever put up with me until I had my own children. I know now that it is only through love that she was able to with stand the "teenage years". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at her with so much love and admiration. She is always smiling and is always excited to see and to be with her children. I am so proud to be her daughter. I can only hope that I can turn out to be a Mother like she is. She loves the Lord with all of her heart and her testimony is unshakable. Our conversations never end without her bearing some of her testimony with me, which, in turn, strengthens my testimony. She always woke us up at the crack of dawn (before seminary...yes BEFORE!) to read scriptures as a family and to say family prayers...we never missed a day. She encouraged our strengths and strengthened our weaknesses. And was always quick to forgive our mistakes. I know God meant for her to be a Mom but I don't know if he anticipated her to be the BEST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Mom for making it your life's goal to be the Best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my Hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-eSnZaaQyI/AAAAAAAAEyw/ebleTWisHts/s1600/Collages2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469501477998969634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-eSnZaaQyI/AAAAAAAAEyw/ebleTWisHts/s400/Collages2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, Tysen was sick still from yesterday so these are just some of the faces I got. I guess for me Mother's Day was all about doing the Motherly things that Mothers do...like taking care of a sick two year old and making sure he is happy and comfortable...minimizing his sadness and pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy bought him a "I love Mommy" shirt to wear. I loved that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventually, Tysen calmed down and he was trying so hard not to be sick and to be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and my sweet baby boys got me flowers, cards, candy and a very pretty watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy made me dinner and even finished the night with doing the dishes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-eSm_p0hlI/AAAAAAAAEyo/aivrShzkzMo/s1600/DSC_9600edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469501471084283474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-eSm_p0hlI/AAAAAAAAEyo/aivrShzkzMo/s400/DSC_9600edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so luck to be the Mother to such beautiful, sweet, cuddly boys. They are my life and I will spend the rest of my life trying to help them grow in the best ways possible. I devote my life to them and my husband because...Where would I be without them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Tysen and Jayden...and I love being your Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I will do a good job because I have learned from some of the best Mommy's in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(That includes all of my sisters and sister-in-laws) &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/4984407836697792081-4859525980359890776?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4859525980359890776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4859525980359890776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4859525980359890776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4859525980359890776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-eXbFgjEJI/AAAAAAAAEzA/qMqFjrR0bSk/s72-c/IMG_7784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-282107025299489308</id><published>2010-05-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:04:21.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He knows My "Real Name"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Daddy- "Ty, say Happy Mother's Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Ty- "Happy Mother's Day.. Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;(Oh no, he knows my real name and he is using it against me on Mother's Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Me- "Hey MR. You call me Mommy on Mothers Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Ty- Ok, Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Me- :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-282107025299489308?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/282107025299489308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=282107025299489308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/282107025299489308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/282107025299489308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-knows-my-real-name.html' title='He knows My &quot;Real Name&quot;'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-9205927033904343915</id><published>2010-05-08T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:49:31.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan's Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6zvgAARI/AAAAAAAAEyg/y6dZF1AaSRQ/s1600/dan%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469123458086469906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6zvgAARI/AAAAAAAAEyg/y6dZF1AaSRQ/s320/dan%27s+Birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My goal for Dan's Birthday was to take as much stress off of his shoulders as possible. So, for the sake of being close to the kids, we went to Pala Resort and Spa. We had a yummy dinner at "The Great Oak" in Pechanga. Then we sat and listened to a live band play Bob Marley songs. We even danced a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to go check into our room and the resort had upgraded us to the Luxury Suit! It was so niiiiiice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved the Jacuzzi tub :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan opened one of his presents. The Kodak zi8 (HD) pocket camcorder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we had room service brought up for breakfast and from there we went to the spa to get a couples massage. Dan said it was the best he's ever had. It all felt so relaxed and Dan didn't even have problems to deal with at work. (every time we go on any kind of get away there is always a major problem that comes up at work for him...ALWAYS. So, it was really nice for him not to have to stress about it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we went and saw Iron Man 2. We have not seen a movie in ages so this was exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ended the day picking up our sweet boys and giving them lots of kisses and hugs! Even though it was soooo what we needed and soooo relaxing, we still missed the boys terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6zK2QG2I/AAAAAAAAEyY/7V6SZJSbPag/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469123448247688034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6zK2QG2I/AAAAAAAAEyY/7V6SZJSbPag/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then today Tysen woke up with the flu at around 1am and we have been so exhausted. But, by late afternoon he was feeling much better so we decided to make a cake for Daddy and Tysen wanted to give Daddy the present that he picked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6yQ_g2KI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/jISTEGl_Caw/s1600/DSC_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469123432717277346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6yQ_g2KI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/jISTEGl_Caw/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy made a wish and blew out his one pink candle :-)&lt;br /&gt;(sorry it was the only color I had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6x0B2PRI/AAAAAAAAEyI/eeObldh8b00/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469123424942439698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6x0B2PRI/AAAAAAAAEyI/eeObldh8b00/s320/DSC_0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tysen licked the cake for Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6xl8Y1sI/AAAAAAAAEyA/45WMMQFDTw8/s1600/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469123421161445058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6xl8Y1sI/AAAAAAAAEyA/45WMMQFDTw8/s320/DSC_0557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy got a snow cone/ slushy machine with the flavors and everything because Daddy loooooves his slushies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get a brain freeze Daddy, take it slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-9205927033904343915?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/9205927033904343915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=9205927033904343915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9205927033904343915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9205927033904343915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/05/dans-birthday-weekend.html' title='Dan&apos;s Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-Y6zvgAARI/AAAAAAAAEyg/y6dZF1AaSRQ/s72-c/dan%27s+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7568270556134743223</id><published>2010-05-02T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:06:17.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Show! March Air Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOdHoX0vI/AAAAAAAAEx4/IcHxavgR5EA/s1600/DSC_9962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469004322171245298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOdHoX0vI/AAAAAAAAEx4/IcHxavgR5EA/s320/DSC_9962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We woke up early and headed to the air show at March Air Force. Tysen was in HEAVEN when he saw all of the cool air planes flying around so close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the loud jets came by he played it cool by placing one hand on Daddy's leg and grabbing on tight. He was really scared but only I could tell :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOT7q-joI/AAAAAAAAExw/fwWjmOu1__4/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469004164342124162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOT7q-joI/AAAAAAAAExw/fwWjmOu1__4/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many planes and jets on the ground for Tysen to sit in and be amazed by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOTZSY99I/AAAAAAAAExo/RJJQErQwEww/s1600/air+show1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469004155112191954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOTZSY99I/AAAAAAAAExo/RJJQErQwEww/s320/air+show1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat under a ginormous airplane to get shade. We stayed there through out the show. It is not everyday we get to kick it under the wing of an airplane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen had his little airplane and he kept flying it around doing the sound effects. (I loved that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOS4WUDxI/AAAAAAAAExg/pFT_7-9g5vQ/s1600/air+show2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469004146270277394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOS4WUDxI/AAAAAAAAExg/pFT_7-9g5vQ/s320/air+show2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Their faces were so cute. They seemed as though they were both the same age at this point. It was a little boy's dream (that includes the little kid inside of Dan ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOSfl_TgI/AAAAAAAAExY/JAJFktolEI0/s1600/DSC_9901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469004139625139714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOSfl_TgI/AAAAAAAAExY/JAJFktolEI0/s320/DSC_9901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some amazing stunts from the Jets. They were so cool and I loved taking pictures of them. I could see the little guys in the jets with my telephoto lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XORqe7MlI/AAAAAAAAExQ/86sNVHw7c6M/s1600/air+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469004125368431186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XORqe7MlI/AAAAAAAAExQ/86sNVHw7c6M/s320/air+show.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was one of those days that I just sat back and watched with Joy at how much Joy these airplanes brought my two boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jayden was such a good boy..he slept a lot and I just held him in the shade while Tysen and Dan were joined at the hip. Tysen was like Dan's shadow. (so Cute!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup! It was just one of those good days...ya know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-7568270556134743223?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7568270556134743223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7568270556134743223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7568270556134743223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7568270556134743223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/05/air-show-march-air-force.html' title='Air Show! March Air Force'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S-XOdHoX0vI/AAAAAAAAEx4/IcHxavgR5EA/s72-c/DSC_9962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5742609942044119195</id><published>2010-04-28T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:37:18.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Aunt Rebecca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is a master seamstress and she makes all of the blessing gowns in our family. She sent me Jayden's outfit the other week and since we are not blessing him until June I wanted to take his Blessing pictures early. The outfit turned out to be this amazing little man tuxedo and I am so very lucky to have such a talented sister. Thank you so much Rebecca for doing such a wonderful service for us! We love you and we LOVE the outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics of my adorable little man in his adorable outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kMgEKOeUI/AAAAAAAAEvw/5FFxXxgzyUw/s1600/DSC_9624edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465413367802788162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kMgEKOeUI/AAAAAAAAEvw/5FFxXxgzyUw/s400/DSC_9624edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kMfw4ujtI/AAAAAAAAEvo/8Y_1m4dzcnQ/s1600/Collages1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465413362629119698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kMfw4ujtI/AAAAAAAAEvo/8Y_1m4dzcnQ/s400/Collages1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5742609942044119195?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5742609942044119195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5742609942044119195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5742609942044119195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5742609942044119195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-aunt-rebecca.html' title='Thanks Aunt Rebecca!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kMgEKOeUI/AAAAAAAAEvw/5FFxXxgzyUw/s72-c/DSC_9624edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1905494451732585209</id><published>2010-04-28T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:10:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally GQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was playing with my camera, taking Jayden's Blessing Pictures....I had Tysen jump in for a Little Man photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kUGOEJhwI/AAAAAAAAEwA/82gBb1VkC-U/s1600/blessing+outfit+fav1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465421719878076162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kUGOEJhwI/AAAAAAAAEwA/82gBb1VkC-U/s400/blessing+outfit+fav1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kUFrNNs0I/AAAAAAAAEv4/8_GfRl87nIQ/s1600/blessing+outfit+fav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465421710520857410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kUFrNNs0I/AAAAAAAAEv4/8_GfRl87nIQ/s400/blessing+outfit+fav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These boys are sooo cute and they are my favorite models to shoot but I think it is about time I start using other models for photo shoots to get more practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard not to want to take pictures of the cutest boys in the world though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-1905494451732585209?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1905494451732585209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1905494451732585209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1905494451732585209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1905494451732585209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/totally-gq.html' title='Totally GQ'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S9kUGOEJhwI/AAAAAAAAEwA/82gBb1VkC-U/s72-c/blessing+outfit+fav1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4941468944197712636</id><published>2010-04-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:57:26.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute... and Then The Next</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One minute he will be smiling up a storm and as happy as can be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the next he will be balling his eyes out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it is so funny how his switch can flip so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pictures were literally taken one snap after the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460959569911927874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8k5y6Fe1EI/AAAAAAAAEqM/QYJ3wv35WUI/s400/jay+crib2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;But,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ever since the first day we brought Jayden home, he has been quite the smiler. He smiled way earlier than Tysen did. It is so sweet to see him smile every time he wakes up and as he is dreaming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though he can be very cute while smiling, it does not last very long. Jayden can get very mad. He kicks his feet against the floor so hard that he scoots himself from one side of the floor to the other. He is very strong. Poor little boy has the smallest , softest cry ever since he was intubated in the hospital. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is so sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He will cry all day long and then give me one smile and it will have made it all worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love baby smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4941468944197712636?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4941468944197712636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4941468944197712636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4941468944197712636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4941468944197712636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-minute-and-then-next.html' title='One Minute... and Then The Next'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8k5y6Fe1EI/AAAAAAAAEqM/QYJ3wv35WUI/s72-c/jay+crib2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3063916757221534676</id><published>2010-04-15T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:21:55.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love that he Loves it so Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt; when he saw it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears&lt;/strong&gt; when I gave it to the cashier to buy it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overwhelming Excitement&lt;/strong&gt; when I asked the cashier for scissors to cut it free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt; when he held it and knew it was now his to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, when he fell asleep, still holding so tightly with his palm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy had &lt;strong&gt;Joy, Tears, Overwhelming Excitement&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Pride.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8eblRlr1SI/AAAAAAAAEqE/z6WirqaDdTc/s1600/DSC_9595edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460504137888945442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8eblRlr1SI/AAAAAAAAEqE/z6WirqaDdTc/s400/DSC_9595edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen loves anything to do with music or singing. He reminds me of myself when I was young. I would go around the house singing all day long. The only difference is that Tysen doesn't have any other siblings that are telling him to SHUT UP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, I am 90% certain that I would have grown up to be a famous singer ( and I mean REALLY famous) had I not been brutally scarred in my child hood (it's ok I forgive you guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am hoping that Tysen will turn out to be the great singer&lt;br /&gt;...as I was always meant to be :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3063916757221534676?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3063916757221534676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3063916757221534676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3063916757221534676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3063916757221534676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-that-he-loves-it-so-much.html' title='I Love that he Loves it so Much'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8eblRlr1SI/AAAAAAAAEqE/z6WirqaDdTc/s72-c/DSC_9595edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3546793075928939147</id><published>2010-04-14T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:52:29.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen and Laura are the very best of cousins. They have such a ball together and they make me laugh all day long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura came over yesterday and she wanted to watch a movie that Tysen wasn't too into. Tysen started to get bored so he thought it would be funner to try and tackle Laura. Laura shrugged it off a few times but the little bug kept at it. Finally, Laura took Tysen down in two seconds FLAT. Then she just put her elbows on Tysens belly and had him pinned down under her while she continued to watch her movie...HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the while, Tysen is trying to get up (with no success) and shouting, "I'm Stuck!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they went outside with me and played on the big school bus we have outside. They always have a great time on that thing. It is so cool and colorful that, of course, I decided that I would take pictures of them to remember their special bond by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8YMznEha2I/AAAAAAAAEp8/gFHShOoje0g/s1600/temp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460065679034116962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8YMznEha2I/AAAAAAAAEp8/gFHShOoje0g/s400/temp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8YMzLtRXiI/AAAAAAAAEp0/IbUD2JUxlr4/s1600/temp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460065671688838690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8YMzLtRXiI/AAAAAAAAEp0/IbUD2JUxlr4/s400/temp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3546793075928939147?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3546793075928939147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3546793075928939147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3546793075928939147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3546793075928939147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-cousins.html' title='Best Cousins'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8YMznEha2I/AAAAAAAAEp8/gFHShOoje0g/s72-c/temp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6895457781914893208</id><published>2010-04-13T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:33:09.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Falls....He SCORES!!! SWOOSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7606d50044010f3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7606d50044010f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331601516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21365536558E7D8099669597B6AF771365FAA6B6.67B2C333B6AEE46332F248323BD5636B7E37C2E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7606d50044010f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMdpA_no-qtQT3KyQcf5l3hnE3uk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7606d50044010f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331601516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21365536558E7D8099669597B6AF771365FAA6B6.67B2C333B6AEE46332F248323BD5636B7E37C2E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7606d50044010f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMdpA_no-qtQT3KyQcf5l3hnE3uk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6895457781914893208?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6895457781914893208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6895457781914893208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6895457781914893208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6895457781914893208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-fallshe-scores-swoosh.html' title='He Falls....He SCORES!!! SWOOSH!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4025429694219548816</id><published>2010-04-12T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:16:17.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BOY ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never got the chance to write about Dan's hard work on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen's&lt;/span&gt; big boy room. He worked day and night on it before the baby was born so that we could switch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; from the nursery to his new room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He painted the colors I picked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He put up crown and base molding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he decked out the door, closet and window with casing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he put a beautiful window seal on the window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all that, He build a little closet organizer (my favorite part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is room for all his toys on one side and his clothes and shoes on the other! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it... it feels much more organized now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear my husband can do anything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he doesn't know how to do something ....he will figure it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is AMAZING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; loves his "big boy room", as he calls it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though he looks so small in it..he loves sleeping in his ginormous bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cool part about the bed is that it is a full on the bottom that can convert into an twin if we want it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NhXkrbd3I/AAAAAAAAEnU/6Y0aGiBOO28/s1600/Big+Boy+Room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459314230913890162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NhXkrbd3I/AAAAAAAAEnU/6Y0aGiBOO28/s400/Big+Boy+Room1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, he helped me put the finishing touches on the decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cute, if I do say so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy loves his sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NhXD1Gx8I/AAAAAAAAEnM/OpLOZ9PIoSU/s1600/Big+Boy+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459314222096107458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NhXD1Gx8I/AAAAAAAAEnM/OpLOZ9PIoSU/s400/Big+Boy+Room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4025429694219548816?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4025429694219548816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4025429694219548816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4025429694219548816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4025429694219548816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-boy-room.html' title='BIG BOY ROOM'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NhXkrbd3I/AAAAAAAAEnU/6Y0aGiBOO28/s72-c/Big+Boy+Room1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3372901725303834817</id><published>2010-04-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:10:44.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Beautiful Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is Sunday morning and Dan has gone to church to be spiritually fed. I am here at home with my two boys, who spiritually feed me as well. Tysen is being funny and crazy as usual and Jayden seems so peaceful and sweet. Tysen wants to hold Jayden, I give Jayden to him and my heart aches when I take Jayden back and Tysen cries, "I want to hold Jayden again." He just loves his brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen is so proud to hold his brother while I take pictures of them in my bed. And even when Jayden cries, Tysen only kisses him and says, "Oh, it's ok Jay....What's wrong Jay" but he still does not want to give him back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love watching the love exude from both of their eyes. I never knew that two could be sweeter than one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my boys....I could never say it enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JhOK_mgyI/AAAAAAAAEms/cEWsqkSBOFA/s1600/weddingbrothers21edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459032594423644962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JhOK_mgyI/AAAAAAAAEms/cEWsqkSBOFA/s400/weddingbrothers21edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love waking up to these sweet faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They give me everything to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only boy missing is my handsome husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JhNo5OQdI/AAAAAAAAEmk/3vFXSCcTDB8/s1600/weddingbrothers2edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459032585270084050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JhNo5OQdI/AAAAAAAAEmk/3vFXSCcTDB8/s400/weddingbrothers2edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3372901725303834817?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3372901725303834817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3372901725303834817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3372901725303834817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3372901725303834817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-beautiful-boys.html' title='Good Morning Beautiful Boys'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JhOK_mgyI/AAAAAAAAEms/cEWsqkSBOFA/s72-c/weddingbrothers21edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6527907018819478200</id><published>2010-04-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:47:33.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groovin' at the Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night Dan and Ty went to Cousin Tyler's Wedding reception and got his groove on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wherever there is music &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; is having a ball. And the microphone that he found was just a bonus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty is such a ham when it comes to people's attention. He loves to make people laugh and he loves to have a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were happy to help Tyler and Jessica celebrate their special day. Congratulations you two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAWXHWFuI/AAAAAAAAEmc/5CwVwzmYJ9Y/s1600/DSC_9167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458996451232585442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAWXHWFuI/AAAAAAAAEmc/5CwVwzmYJ9Y/s200/DSC_9167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love these two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAV5kAOdI/AAAAAAAAEmU/X6u2TuOlBFY/s1600/DSC_9238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458996443299723730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAV5kAOdI/AAAAAAAAEmU/X6u2TuOlBFY/s200/DSC_9238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow got a cowboy hat on and just went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAVSK77EI/AAAAAAAAEmM/_nFglhgqq78/s1600/DSC_9211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458996432725601346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAVSK77EI/AAAAAAAAEmM/_nFglhgqq78/s200/DSC_9211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there is a microphone around you know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; will find it and he will use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, his favorite show is American Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAUklHjUI/AAAAAAAAEmE/JpADfHNFpHk/s1600/DSC_9162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458996420487384386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAUklHjUI/AAAAAAAAEmE/JpADfHNFpHk/s200/DSC_9162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We LOVE grandma! Ty never stops talking about his Grandma. They are so cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAULgdymI/AAAAAAAAEl8/fDTrmgqr2Lw/s1600/DSC_9117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458996413756983906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAULgdymI/AAAAAAAAEl8/fDTrmgqr2Lw/s200/DSC_9117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is  just funny! Don't know where he got these either, but again, he just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes everything look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6527907018819478200?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6527907018819478200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6527907018819478200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6527907018819478200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6527907018819478200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/groovin-at-wedding.html' title='Groovin&apos; at the Wedding'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8JAWXHWFuI/AAAAAAAAEmc/5CwVwzmYJ9Y/s72-c/DSC_9167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7813105739547212577</id><published>2010-04-04T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:19:03.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason our hospital trips seems to fall on holidays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New Years...Tysen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas....Tysen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Valentine's Day.... Jayden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Easter...Jayden ...etc.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we were ill prepared for Easter this year...Luckily Grandma Easter Bunny came to the rescue and delivered some amazing baskets to the boys. Some cute pails filled with candy, toy trucks, little ducks, bubbles, and fabulous jammies. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70eoqM-5UI/AAAAAAAAEkU/OlztqjND3Iw/s1600/DSC_9087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457552007315252546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70eoqM-5UI/AAAAAAAAEkU/OlztqjND3Iw/s320/DSC_9087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70eoMUUdOI/AAAAAAAAEkM/y6Q63pSrQPw/s1600/DSC_9092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457551999292962018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70eoMUUdOI/AAAAAAAAEkM/y6Q63pSrQPw/s320/DSC_9092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70enjHiywI/AAAAAAAAEkE/vQ3v1oOhYvM/s1600/DSC_9096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457551988233521922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70enjHiywI/AAAAAAAAEkE/vQ3v1oOhYvM/s320/DSC_9096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the Easter Bunny came Aunt Emily and Uncle Derek came and picked up Tysen and took him over to Aunt Shelley's house for the egg hunt. He has been to two others before Easter so he got a lot of practice. Mommy, Daddy and Baby Jay stayed behind to get some much needed rest. Tysen came home passed out and wonderfully exhausted...he obviously had a blast! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457553393747711746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70f5XEPVwI/AAAAAAAAEks/IZ6sy-nGIWY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457553384028871506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70f4y3Fm1I/AAAAAAAAEkk/ofxKXpe3NMQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457553378948619106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70f4f73G2I/AAAAAAAAEkc/NXhHFeoRM6c/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day...and General Conference was just the icing on the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-7813105739547212577?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7813105739547212577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7813105739547212577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7813105739547212577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7813105739547212577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-morning-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70eoqM-5UI/AAAAAAAAEkU/OlztqjND3Iw/s72-c/DSC_9087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8236076974783555844</id><published>2010-04-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:39:54.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter at Grandma Phelps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty went to the Easter egg hunt with Grandma, Aunt Carie and Gavin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and had a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks Uncle Michael for the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70jNLDN7YI/AAAAAAAAElc/mTgrKkgquks/s1600/Tysen_Easter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457557032654466434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70jNLDN7YI/AAAAAAAAElc/mTgrKkgquks/s320/Tysen_Easter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a sweet face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't let it fool you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70izkbJ-5I/AAAAAAAAElU/x2Cfkr7T2Fk/s1600/Tysen_Easter6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457556592789158802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70izkbJ-5I/AAAAAAAAElU/x2Cfkr7T2Fk/s320/Tysen_Easter6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for eggs with Grandma&lt;br /&gt;his favorite part was putting it in the basket&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Carie said that there were bags of peanuts that were thrown about the grass and he tossed those ones back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70izamD0YI/AAAAAAAAElM/k5yY160Pxgs/s1600/Tysen_Easter8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457556590150537602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70izamD0YI/AAAAAAAAElM/k5yY160Pxgs/s320/Tysen_Easter8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scanning the candy for the one he wants...picky, picky, picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70iy2rR5aI/AAAAAAAAElE/ZOssW8dVgi8/s1600/Tysen_Easter9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457556580508755362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70iy2rR5aI/AAAAAAAAElE/ZOssW8dVgi8/s320/Tysen_Easter9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very proud of his full bucket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70iymYCnzI/AAAAAAAAEk8/cXbAh0yE_gU/s1600/Tysen_Easter13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457556576133095218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70iymYCnzI/AAAAAAAAEk8/cXbAh0yE_gU/s320/Tysen_Easter13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very excited about what he got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70iyNqxCkI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Ce_V3yQKQM8/s1600/Tysen_Easter15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457556569500748354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70iyNqxCkI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Ce_V3yQKQM8/s320/Tysen_Easter15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; making sure it doesn't fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy did great this year and even brought home some of Mommy's favorites :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-8236076974783555844?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8236076974783555844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8236076974783555844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8236076974783555844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8236076974783555844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-at-grandma-phelps.html' title='Easter at Grandma Phelps'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S70jNLDN7YI/AAAAAAAAElc/mTgrKkgquks/s72-c/Tysen_Easter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-725237016608174520</id><published>2010-04-02T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:40:26.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>We are home! It feels good but we still have a lot of adjusting to do. We are very tired and Daniel got sick and is now trying to recover from that. We are certainly glad to be home and we are anxious for our next Doctors appointment just so we can make sure Jayden is still doing well. He seems to be doing good except the fact that he has to drink yucky low fat milk. Hopefully, we can get him back on the breast milk soon. (cross fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy to be home! (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-725237016608174520?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/725237016608174520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=725237016608174520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/725237016608174520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/725237016608174520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-2596160646076677313</id><published>2010-04-01T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:22:16.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since We've Been Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Jayden has been in the hospital we've been able to capture these special moments from mommy's camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VGNfM6zYI/AAAAAAAAEgE/oZDzJEJ4vv4/s1600/Jay+Hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455343721157152130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VGNfM6zYI/AAAAAAAAEgE/oZDzJEJ4vv4/s320/Jay+Hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VFv6V0SAI/AAAAAAAAEf8/Iz8kCbhgs_A/s1600/Jay+Hospital1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455343213046155266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VFv6V0SAI/AAAAAAAAEf8/Iz8kCbhgs_A/s320/Jay+Hospital1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VE9hpV7AI/AAAAAAAAEf0/Un2-b0ISit0/s1600/Jay+Hospital2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455342347423706114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VE9hpV7AI/AAAAAAAAEf0/Un2-b0ISit0/s320/Jay+Hospital2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455341455433175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VEJmuOj_I/AAAAAAAAEfs/hL-LVjC-e04/s320/Jay+Hospital3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VC77oKfHI/AAAAAAAAEfk/vB73fpKHqlc/s1600/Jay+Hospital5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455340121015090290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VC77oKfHI/AAAAAAAAEfk/vB73fpKHqlc/s320/Jay+Hospital5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4984407836697792081-2596160646076677313?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2596160646076677313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=2596160646076677313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2596160646076677313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2596160646076677313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-weve-been-here.html' title='Since We&apos;ve Been Here...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7VGNfM6zYI/AAAAAAAAEgE/oZDzJEJ4vv4/s72-c/Jay+Hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-2373504345203536388</id><published>2010-03-31T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:28:27.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7OFpUhdhaI/AAAAAAAAEfE/RSCmYd4rzkE/s1600/DSC_8922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454850518605989282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7OFpUhdhaI/AAAAAAAAEfE/RSCmYd4rzkE/s400/DSC_8922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jayden has been making lots of progress. He's actually surprising a lot of doctors, but doesn't surprise us because he is such a strong baby. Since the last post, Jayden had several IV drip lines going for different blood pressure meds, various nutrients, pain meds, etc., but as of today that has been reduced down substantially. He really only has two going, and that is to keep him hydrated and to keep the central IV line good just in case they need it. They were able to wean him off the oxygen completely, so all of his breathing is on his own now. His blood pressure meds have been reduced down to an oral med. For pain, he is receiving Tylenol, which is much better because he's more aware and not so loopy/drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7OFR1UksVI/AAAAAAAAEe8/zsGFBMjR94Y/s1600/DSC_8885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454850115093442898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7OFR1UksVI/AAAAAAAAEe8/zsGFBMjR94Y/s320/DSC_8885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did run into a few minor complications last night. The chest tube he has, which is used to drain excess fluids from around his heart, started showing fat cells, which is an indication that a duct (forget the name of it right now) was damaged during the surgery. This duct is part of the lymph system and is used to help flush out fats from the system. This is not an uncommon thing to happen with this kind of surgery. They have a general idea of where the lymph nodes are in the body but every body is different and sometimes a lymph node is damaged during surgery. Because of this, Jayden will have to go on a special fat-free diet. This means he will have to eat special formula for 4-6 weeks and Crystal will not be able to nurse him (She is really sad about this). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our goals now are to get the chest tube out and to have the central IV line replaced for a traditional IV (Poor baby has had too many pokes). They say that it might be a few more days so that they can make sure that the drainage from his chest is under control. Which means we might be celebrating Easter here (Thanks Shelley for watching Tysen...Dan will probably be coming home to see him. We will call you). We trust these doctors and they have been very meticulous. They double &amp;amp; triple check everything and we feel that they are being very attentive to his needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will keep posting updates as they come. Jayden did smile today for the first time after surgery...of course it was at the pretty nurse, but he did smile nevertheless. We love you all and feel free to call us with any questions or just to chat...we will answer if we are available. &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/4984407836697792081-2373504345203536388?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2373504345203536388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=2373504345203536388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2373504345203536388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2373504345203536388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-progress.html' title='Making progress...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7OFpUhdhaI/AAAAAAAAEfE/RSCmYd4rzkE/s72-c/DSC_8922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-681724815093132077</id><published>2010-03-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:15:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7IVfeJPqDI/AAAAAAAAEes/rSHfRq-12dU/s1600/DSC_9004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454445729111058482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7IVfeJPqDI/AAAAAAAAEes/rSHfRq-12dU/s320/DSC_9004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were able to pull Jayden off the ventilator last night, which was a really good thing. He was not very happy, and it was sad to see his silent cry, but they were eventually able to calm him down and make him more comfortable with some pain meds. Once they removed the ventilator, they put him on oxygen. Hopefully, they can wean him off that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the pain and keeping him comfortable, we are a little worried about his blood pressure. Initially, after the surgery, his blood pressure seem to be almost normal, but then started going up. They were giving him two different blood pressure medications intravenously, and were able to reduce it down to one. We were hoping that they were going to be able to wean him off of the one, but unfortunately they had to increase the dose, and will be adding the second medication again. They say that he will probably go home with blood pressure medication. Please pray for his blood pressure to go down. If he continues to make improvements, we might be able to go home on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the prayers, kind love and support! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-681724815093132077?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/681724815093132077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=681724815093132077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/681724815093132077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/681724815093132077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/jayden-update.html' title='Jayden update'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7IVfeJPqDI/AAAAAAAAEes/rSHfRq-12dU/s72-c/DSC_9004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4719192063094946019</id><published>2010-03-29T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:59:41.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Surgery and Stable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7EfUnJTzGI/AAAAAAAAEec/fBwFPRSZG_4/s1600/DSC_8997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454175062688255074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7EfUnJTzGI/AAAAAAAAEec/fBwFPRSZG_4/s400/DSC_8997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just wanted to update everyone and let you know that Jayden is out of Surgery and stable. He is still on the ventilator, which is basically doing all the breathing for him. He has several tubes and machines hooked up to his little body as well. It's very scary to see, but we blessed to have him in good hands. Currently, they are keeping him sedated and waiting for his blood pressure to go down.  When that happens they will be able to wean him off of the anesthesia and start to see if he can take some breaths on his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has really been a great blessing. All your payers have been felt. Please continue to pray for Jayden to have a speedy recovery...It's been working so far. Thank you!!!&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/4984407836697792081-4719192063094946019?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4719192063094946019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4719192063094946019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4719192063094946019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4719192063094946019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-of-surgery-and-stable.html' title='Out of Surgery and Stable'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S7EfUnJTzGI/AAAAAAAAEec/fBwFPRSZG_4/s72-c/DSC_8997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3068340584450725203</id><published>2010-03-25T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:39:22.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Baby Jayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S6xWSXPEtnI/AAAAAAAAEd8/QbowSxtiJpU/s1600/HEART%2520LOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452828122313700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S6xWSXPEtnI/AAAAAAAAEd8/QbowSxtiJpU/s200/HEART%2520LOU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Written by Shelley (Crystal's Sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal wanted me to post this blog to give you a little more details of what's going on with Baby Jayden. When Jayden was in utero, perinatologists detected a narrowing of one of his arteries going into his heart through ultrasound. They took lots of tests and told Crystal &amp;amp; Dan it didn't look like anything serious but to follow-up with a cardiologist when he was born. When he was born they detected a slight heart murmur in the hospital and ran some tests to be sure it wasn't caused by the same thing. Everything looked OK and they again advised Dan &amp;amp; Crystal to see a cardiologist to follow-up. At one of his regular check ups Crystal was impressed to get the referral from his regular pediatrician to see the cardiologist even though there seemed to be no sign of the murmur. Crystal got the referral from a doctor at CHOC and went to see him today. During the visit and routine ultrasound the doctor found that indeed the artery was narrow and had worsened. He indicated that it had been a little lower than previously thought and urged Dan &amp;amp; Crystal to go home and pack and go straight to CHOC to admit Jayden into the ICU. Jayden will be there to go through a battery of tests to fine tune his diagnosis. He is set to have surgery on Monday to remove the narrowed artery through the side of his body. We know through prayers, fasting &amp;amp; faith Jayden will be just fine and growing like a weed. Whitman prayers are the best medicine for the Carlsons now. I will try to keep everyone posted on details as they come. Thanks again for the love and support, I am so grateful for our family and Dan's family what a great network to fall back on when you feel you can't do it on your own. We love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452827750882935410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S6xV8vjFAnI/AAAAAAAAEd0/t2TMONr_FaY/s200/DSC_8683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3068340584450725203?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3068340584450725203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3068340584450725203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3068340584450725203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3068340584450725203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayers-for-baby-jayden.html' title='Prayers for Baby Jayden'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S6xWSXPEtnI/AAAAAAAAEd8/QbowSxtiJpU/s72-c/HEART%2520LOU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1261923683124061155</id><published>2010-03-05T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:18:36.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Are So Valuable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will probably be posting loads of pictures since I have a new born and a sweet two year old that, i think, are so stinkin cute. I want every moment captured...especially the ones where Tysen leans over his brother to give him the softest hugs and kisses ever while whispering, "it's OK baby Jay." I cry every time! These boys are just too cute together in their "Big Brother" and "Little Brother" shirts&lt;/span&gt; (thanks Grandma Carlson and Carie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8WRbFV1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/cvAZsxfEVWs/s1600-h/DSC_8558edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199777799427922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8WRbFV1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/cvAZsxfEVWs/s320/DSC_8558edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8Vs8HlwI/AAAAAAAAEdM/iLqsqRhoHjg/s1600-h/DSC_8469edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199768005875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8Vs8HlwI/AAAAAAAAEdM/iLqsqRhoHjg/s320/DSC_8469edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8VFO8YkI/AAAAAAAAEdE/PdWbpCflz0E/s1600-h/DSC_8521edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199757347414594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8VFO8YkI/AAAAAAAAEdE/PdWbpCflz0E/s320/DSC_8521edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8Usne3qI/AAAAAAAAEc8/JdL60KCvdPg/s1600-h/DSC_8587edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199750739451554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8Usne3qI/AAAAAAAAEc8/JdL60KCvdPg/s320/DSC_8587edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8T1kpisI/AAAAAAAAEc0/yRIsNX84bcM/s1600-h/DSC_8578edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199735963617986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8T1kpisI/AAAAAAAAEc0/yRIsNX84bcM/s320/DSC_8578edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7uAQbljI/AAAAAAAAEcs/MYRoEQFTjRY/s1600-h/DSC_8530edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199085996578354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7uAQbljI/AAAAAAAAEcs/MYRoEQFTjRY/s320/DSC_8530edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7taby8KI/AAAAAAAAEck/y5kLb3gY7oI/s1600-h/DSC_8517edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199075843698850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7taby8KI/AAAAAAAAEck/y5kLb3gY7oI/s320/DSC_8517edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7sWWW8EI/AAAAAAAAEcc/-wp4rGhb4TE/s1600-h/DSC_8459edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199057567281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7sWWW8EI/AAAAAAAAEcc/-wp4rGhb4TE/s320/DSC_8459edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7r8W5LkI/AAAAAAAAEcU/EUG-lWjOI90/s1600-h/DSC_8440edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199050590203458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7r8W5LkI/AAAAAAAAEcU/EUG-lWjOI90/s320/DSC_8440edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7rCOejlI/AAAAAAAAEcM/7vmKWjbKZgk/s1600-h/DSC_8430edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199034985647698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E7rCOejlI/AAAAAAAAEcM/7vmKWjbKZgk/s320/DSC_8430edit.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-1261923683124061155?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1261923683124061155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1261923683124061155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1261923683124061155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1261923683124061155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-are-so-valuable.html' title='Pictures Are So Valuable'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5E8WRbFV1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/cvAZsxfEVWs/s72-c/DSC_8558edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8868415404520747238</id><published>2010-03-04T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:16:23.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Boy and His Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tysen LOVES music! He loves to listen to it, sing to it, play to it, dance to it... He just loves it.&lt;br /&gt;He even asks to watch American Idol every night so that he can grab his microphone and sing along. It is his favorite show right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning he wakes up wanting to play Daddy's guitar. He has good rhythm and he has a good memory for lyrics and melodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy decided to sit down with Ty and teach him a thing or two about the guitar. Tysen was just eating it up! He sat very still the whole time just listening to Daddy and then when Daddy actually let him play it...oh he was soooo excited! He was very careful when he strummed the guitar and he made sure that he strummed all the strings at once or he would try again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments that I just have to capture because I'll bet that Tysen grows up to be a great musician some day, and now he can look back and see where it all started...in his Daddy's arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5AGuR6VQqI/AAAAAAAAEbs/FvQStk94iDA/s1600-h/DSC_8411edit.jpg"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444859341642744482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5AGuR6VQqI/AAAAAAAAEbs/FvQStk94iDA/s400/DSC_8411edit.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/4984407836697792081-8868415404520747238?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8868415404520747238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8868415404520747238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8868415404520747238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8868415404520747238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-boy-and-his-music.html' title='This Boy and His Music'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S5AGuR6VQqI/AAAAAAAAEbs/FvQStk94iDA/s72-c/DSC_8411edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4556313965601085156</id><published>2010-03-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:21:16.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S48nFTG8qAI/AAAAAAAAEbE/YO4xB1VzQZk/s1600-h/jayden+announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444613446496462850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S48nFTG8qAI/AAAAAAAAEbE/YO4xB1VzQZk/s400/jayden+announcement.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/4984407836697792081-4556313965601085156?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4556313965601085156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4556313965601085156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4556313965601085156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4556313965601085156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/presenting.html' title='Presenting...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S48nFTG8qAI/AAAAAAAAEbE/YO4xB1VzQZk/s72-c/jayden+announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4387726166419078653</id><published>2010-03-02T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:10:27.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(insert picture here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything went really well and we are expected to come home today at some point. They found the problem and he is expected to make a full recovery. What a strong boy! Thanks to all those who kept Ty in your thoughts and prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4387726166419078653?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4387726166419078653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4387726166419078653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4387726166419078653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4387726166419078653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7870734538736875085</id><published>2010-03-01T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:51:13.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Ty-Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4vwWouedsI/AAAAAAAAEa8/88k9qJb4dVI/s1600-h/ty-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443708846287517378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4vwWouedsI/AAAAAAAAEa8/88k9qJb4dVI/s400/ty-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen will be going in for surgery, yet again, today at about noon. He will be getting a revision on his shunt because he is showing major signs of it's malfunction.&lt;br /&gt;We just want to ask for prayers that everything will go smoothly for surgery and that he will recover well. Tysen loves all of his family and we all appreciate your love and support. We are very grateful to have the Lord watching over him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-7870734538736875085?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7870734538736875085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7870734538736875085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7870734538736875085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7870734538736875085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayers-for-ty-man.html' title='Prayers for Ty-Man'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4vwWouedsI/AAAAAAAAEa8/88k9qJb4dVI/s72-c/ty-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6979542695500337955</id><published>2010-02-21T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:15:41.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Tuesday Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;February 16th 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at 9:30am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayden William Carlson was born &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weighing 7 pounds and stretching out at 19 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy labored in the hospital for a mere five and a half hours. Things went smooth as can be and I have to say how much I love Fallbrook Hospital! I always feel as though I am the only one there with all the attention I get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HIlIAz_WI/AAAAAAAAEVo/KYGtIPdkx6o/s1600-h/Baby+Jayden+exports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440850364971875682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HIlIAz_WI/AAAAAAAAEVo/KYGtIPdkx6o/s400/Baby+Jayden+exports.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; After labor I was escorted to my PRIVATE room! And we had a few visitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;including big brother Tysen. Tysen looked like a giant when he walked into the room. He was not my baby anymore. He suddenly turned into my Big Boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HIklrXV6I/AAAAAAAAEVg/dx-0BNkOMHE/s1600-h/Baby+Jayden+exports1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440850355755112354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HIklrXV6I/AAAAAAAAEVg/dx-0BNkOMHE/s400/Baby+Jayden+exports1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went home the next day and took some time to relax and adjust to our family of four. It wasn't too hard. He defiantly is cute enough to be apart of our cute family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HIj7gDvxI/AAAAAAAAEVY/zizvyzYLlws/s1600-h/Baby+Jayden+exports2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440850344433401618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HIj7gDvxI/AAAAAAAAEVY/zizvyzYLlws/s400/Baby+Jayden+exports2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6979542695500337955?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6979542695500337955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6979542695500337955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6979542695500337955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6979542695500337955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/02/fine-tuesday-morning.html' title='A Fine Tuesday Morning...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HIlIAz_WI/AAAAAAAAEVo/KYGtIPdkx6o/s72-c/Baby+Jayden+exports.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3458236572057277000</id><published>2010-02-15T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:56:02.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ABOUT READY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO POP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We are very ready for Baby Jayden to arrive. Things are all in place and I keep running through the house cleaning up every little mess that I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This pregnancy has been pretty great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even though Jayden seems really strong, and at this point, it feels like he is going to just kick his way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He is an active boy all the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone could feel him kick any time of the day. You could see my stomach moving in weird directions all the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is hard to imagine that we will have a family of four soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We have gotten the rooms ready, the baby clothes are down, and the swing is out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We are very anxious to meet you baby Jay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know if Big Brother Tysen fully understands what is about to happen but he seems excited to meet the baby in Mommy's tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Doctor's have been telling me for about two weeks now that I might go any day because I am already dilated a little. But...(sigh) ...that was two weeks ago and even though it is only two days before the due date we are left wondering....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will this baby ever come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HTM-NMXMI/AAAAAAAAEWY/p0VyGCXz_pQ/s1600-h/DSC_7810+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440862044650495170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HTM-NMXMI/AAAAAAAAEWY/p0VyGCXz_pQ/s320/DSC_7810+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HTMN6A8oI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/8tdmLfA_pIM/s1600-h/DSC_7816-1EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440862031685153410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HTMN6A8oI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/8tdmLfA_pIM/s320/DSC_7816-1EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HTLrWG8RI/AAAAAAAAEWI/DKx8vjlm1vc/s1600-h/DSC_7819EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440862022407745810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HTLrWG8RI/AAAAAAAAEWI/DKx8vjlm1vc/s320/DSC_7819EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3458236572057277000?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3458236572057277000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3458236572057277000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3458236572057277000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3458236572057277000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-about-ready.html' title='JUST ABOUT READY...'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S4HTM-NMXMI/AAAAAAAAEWY/p0VyGCXz_pQ/s72-c/DSC_7810+EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7188081230828405604</id><published>2010-01-18T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:12:23.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tysen and I went to the park with all of his different sports ball to take pictures for his new "big boy" room. It is sports themed and I wanted some cute framed pictures of him playing sports...HIS FAVORITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just don't know which ones to pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SkDGoit2I/AAAAAAAAERI/h7OAP_d9QBY/s1600-h/DSC_7462edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143824115513186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SkDGoit2I/AAAAAAAAERI/h7OAP_d9QBY/s320/DSC_7462edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SkCsOiBUI/AAAAAAAAERA/_oLWx0E_Pgw/s1600-h/DSC_7470edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143817027093826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SkCsOiBUI/AAAAAAAAERA/_oLWx0E_Pgw/s320/DSC_7470edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1Sjz2k_JlI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/aKF7vlUXtOA/s1600-h/DSC_7449edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143562107594322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1Sjz2k_JlI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/aKF7vlUXtOA/s320/DSC_7449edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjzcGmKjI/AAAAAAAAEQw/OihdRNBbKR4/s1600-h/DSC_7477edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143555000805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjzcGmKjI/AAAAAAAAEQw/OihdRNBbKR4/s320/DSC_7477edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjykO2rFI/AAAAAAAAEQo/OZjqiaP69Fs/s1600-h/DSC_7523edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143540003056722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjykO2rFI/AAAAAAAAEQo/OZjqiaP69Fs/s320/DSC_7523edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjyKiX6PI/AAAAAAAAEQg/b5uJhTjt8Kk/s1600-h/DSC_7560edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143533105604850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjyKiX6PI/AAAAAAAAEQg/b5uJhTjt8Kk/s320/DSC_7560edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjxfycW5I/AAAAAAAAEQY/6cY4iBY4Q08/s1600-h/DSC_7563edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143521630280594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjxfycW5I/AAAAAAAAEQY/6cY4iBY4Q08/s320/DSC_7563edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjNEOx6wI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/-87NzNYuLI4/s1600-h/DSC_7577edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142895757650690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjNEOx6wI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/-87NzNYuLI4/s320/DSC_7577edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjMnWb9mI/AAAAAAAAEQI/1qzrMvnKF9k/s1600-h/DSC_7602edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142888005138018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjMnWb9mI/AAAAAAAAEQI/1qzrMvnKF9k/s320/DSC_7602edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjMBLz2gI/AAAAAAAAEQA/RRoOX3aIyAo/s1600-h/DSC_7611edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142877760018946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjMBLz2gI/AAAAAAAAEQA/RRoOX3aIyAo/s320/DSC_7611edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjLdpCCXI/AAAAAAAAEP4/b6r6xs-XRo8/s1600-h/DSC_7636edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142868218906994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjLdpCCXI/AAAAAAAAEP4/b6r6xs-XRo8/s320/DSC_7636edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1SjKwIJI3I/AAAAAAAAEPw/juMxzq8KlKg/s1600-h/DSC_7675edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142856001364850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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was in the kitchen with me but I did not notice the work that he was doing. He was very busy as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He opened the dish washer and decided to unload it. I caught him in the middle of putting away the silverware &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, even the knives)&lt;/span&gt; in the silverware drawer. He knew exactly where those went. He just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; tall enough to sort them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1ESAyBxI1I/AAAAAAAAEMg/UOE3m7T6Hcc/s1600-h/DSC_6535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427138830596645714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1ESAyBxI1I/AAAAAAAAEMg/UOE3m7T6Hcc/s320/DSC_6535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He took out the plates too. After opening several cupboards, I guess, he figured that the plates didn't belong in any of the cupboards that he had opened because he eventually put them on the dining room table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1ESASxNrLI/AAAAAAAAEMY/jtog6D1GKTQ/s1600-h/DSC_6536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427138822205713586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1ESASxNrLI/AAAAAAAAEMY/jtog6D1GKTQ/s320/DSC_6536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though I had to put all of the dishes where they really belonged, it was so sweet to see all the effort he put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; putting the dishes away in, what he thought, was the right spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please let this be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; trait of his)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't ask for anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6405309197070033272?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6405309197070033272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6405309197070033272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6405309197070033272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6405309197070033272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-that-matters-ishe-thinks-he-is.html' title='All That Matters is...He Thinks He is Helping'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1ESAyBxI1I/AAAAAAAAEMg/UOE3m7T6Hcc/s72-c/DSC_6535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3249640806134977135</id><published>2010-01-01T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:51:22.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year old Check Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tysen, you are 2 already and doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sz41RnV6q2I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/hANf01M51wU/s1600-h/DSC_6637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421829578135612258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sz41RnV6q2I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/hANf01M51wU/s320/DSC_6637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aside from getting the flu like three times this season, You are healthy and very smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You do not have anymore physical therapy (because you were doing too well) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and your understanding for things has shot through the roof! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You weigh 29 pounds and stand 32 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; inches tall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are in the 50% for your age, even though people are constantly commenting on what a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BIG, solid boy you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are such a healthy boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being 2 has brought on some new and interesting attributes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421829584501089682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sz41R_DkJZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/mvJN7TDF8Lw/s320/DSC_6644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You now have a mean voice and a nice voice and you are learning when to use them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You also have quite a temper and you like to FREAK OUT when you don't get your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is also hitting and a little bit of scratching which usually leads to time out and then a sweet hug and kiss. (time out is a new 2 year old activity that we have now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You test Mommy and Daddy to see how far you can go before you get into trouble.... you've tested this theory many times and yet it seems that you still need to test it over and over and over and over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aside from all the "normal" 2 year old behavior, you have become quite the talker! You like to talk a lot and you come up with new words everyday. You surprise Mommy and Daddy with how much you understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can count to twenty (with the exception of 3 numbers) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you are very interested in your alphabet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You like to ask everyone "How Do'in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you like to ask "What time is it?" every five seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You LOVE to be around people! You love to say "hi" and "bye" to everyone in the store...which usually starts up a conversation, which makes every shopping trip take about double the time it should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have an amazing memory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After meeting someone once, you will always remember their name and you will make sure to call them by their name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have memorized the words to many songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we drive somewhere familiar you always tell Mommy where she is going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, because you have an OBSESSION with climbing stairs, you seem to always remember the places that have stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the stair obsession is getting to be a bit much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421829590174143602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sz41SUMIFHI/AAAAAAAAC2g/Weqk-oxPjXo/s320/DSC_6649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a very sweet boy. You love to ask for "suggles" from Mommy and Daddy. You say your own prayers and you make sure Mommy and Daddy are both present before you say them. You hug and kiss Mommy and Daddy randomly (my favorite). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if anyone around you is emotional you make sure to ask if they are "ok?" and then you get emotional too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You love to say "bless you" when ever anyone sneezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tysen you get funner and funner to watch grow. You sure are more of a handful now and you can really bring down the house when you are mad, but you also bring a lot of joy and love to our world. You are a happy, outgoing, emotional (cry at the drop of a hat... like Mommy), loving 2 year old boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We really are lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4984407836697792081-3249640806134977135?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3249640806134977135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3249640806134977135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3249640806134977135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3249640806134977135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-year-old-check-up.html' title='2 year old Check Up!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sz41RnV6q2I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/hANf01M51wU/s72-c/DSC_6637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8835945444442734251</id><published>2009-12-25T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:47:53.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning 2009</title><content type='html'>I loved Tysen's face when he saw his power wheel quad bike. He rode it around and had to get a feel for it. He kept pulsing the button that makes it go. so he was stop and go for a while until he figured out that if he held it down it would keep going. :-) We took more video this year than pictures. So we only have the one family picture. That is ok because we can watch the great video footage we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tysen got:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquadoodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shopping cart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;train set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tonka trucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;microphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....among other things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy got:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Universal Remote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sage TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some tools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blue ray DVDs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cologne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy got:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cricut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VS Jammies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gone With the Wind" Blue Ray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8N1C6PO8OI/AAAAAAAAEo0/6qj0GkUsS_o/s1600/DSC_7415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459335866156511458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8N1C6PO8OI/AAAAAAAAEo0/6qj0GkUsS_o/s320/DSC_7415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are in our matching jammies on Christmas Morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Christmas morning was special because we were able to deliver some presents to a needy family. It was a very special experience to shop for each person and to deliver them (anonymously) on their door step Christmas morning. We were able to teach Tysen about giving this year which is something we want to be a priority every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-8835945444442734251?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8835945444442734251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8835945444442734251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8835945444442734251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8835945444442734251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-morning-2009.html' title='Christmas Morning 2009'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8N1C6PO8OI/AAAAAAAAEo0/6qj0GkUsS_o/s72-c/DSC_7415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-8082990673198505763</id><published>2009-12-22T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:55:52.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon/ Polar Express..Choo Choo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For our Christmas vacation we took a trip to Arizona to see the Grand Canyon and to ride on the Polar Express train. The Grand Canyon was so gorgeous with all the snow around. We took one train to the Grand Canyon; then, we got back and rode on the Polar Express train, where we met Santa Claus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; now has a new found love for trains since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; them first hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This vacation was the perfect thing to do before Christmas to get us in the spirit! It was filled with lots of fun family time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; scenery. And we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; the prettiest white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; ever&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1EavanG6QI/AAAAAAAAEM4/AFeEk5YP5ms/s1600-h/Grand+Canyon+Christmas+Eve+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427148427857684738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1EavanG6QI/AAAAAAAAEM4/AFeEk5YP5ms/s400/Grand+Canyon+Christmas+Eve+2009.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/4984407836697792081-8082990673198505763?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/8082990673198505763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=8082990673198505763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8082990673198505763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/8082990673198505763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/grand-canyon-polar-expresschoo-choo.html' title='Grand Canyon/ Polar Express..Choo Choo'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1EavanG6QI/AAAAAAAAEM4/AFeEk5YP5ms/s72-c/Grand+Canyon+Christmas+Eve+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-664511759773232253</id><published>2009-12-17T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:24:15.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We didn't get as many of these out this year as we would've liked So, we just wanted to make sure we wished all of our friends and loved ones a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1EThz3MA7I/AAAAAAAAEMw/BW8HBEnMSlc/s1600-h/Christmas+card+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427140497536451506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1EThz3MA7I/AAAAAAAAEMw/BW8HBEnMSlc/s400/Christmas+card+2009.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/4984407836697792081-664511759773232253?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/664511759773232253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=664511759773232253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/664511759773232253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/664511759773232253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S1EThz3MA7I/AAAAAAAAEMw/BW8HBEnMSlc/s72-c/Christmas+card+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-9052881630163151038</id><published>2009-12-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:24:12.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating the Christmas Tree 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got our tree the other weekend and it has been sadly bare until now. We woke up today and it felt like the perfect time to decorate out tree. So we got out our plastic ornaments and our colorful lights and decked out the tree. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; was all over the place &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to do everything at once. He was so amazed by all the new "toys" that were brought down from the attic to decorate the tree with. He didn't want us to do anything without him, until after about 15 min, then he was ready to move on to bigger and better things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NxPFLrTBI/AAAAAAAAEos/xrPv3VUvHsM/s1600/DSC_6498edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459331677206301714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NxPFLrTBI/AAAAAAAAEos/xrPv3VUvHsM/s320/DSC_6498edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Setting up the (non breakable) nativity scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NxOog-2xI/AAAAAAAAEok/eUgQnpEcEyU/s1600/DSC_6505edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459331669511035666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NxOog-2xI/AAAAAAAAEok/eUgQnpEcEyU/s320/DSC_6505edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putting up ornaments with Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw6ekr6qI/AAAAAAAAEoc/HfoR1MEIy-U/s1600/DSC_6508edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459331323244833442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw6ekr6qI/AAAAAAAAEoc/HfoR1MEIy-U/s320/DSC_6508edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw5xhOuEI/AAAAAAAAEoU/zz5WOwti5PE/s1600/DSC_6513edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459331311150741570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw5xhOuEI/AAAAAAAAEoU/zz5WOwti5PE/s320/DSC_6513edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to do it himself.."I can do it Mommy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw5AX8d4I/AAAAAAAAEoM/JlsEGoe0pmo/s1600/DSC_6517edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459331297958459266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw5AX8d4I/AAAAAAAAEoM/JlsEGoe0pmo/s320/DSC_6517edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping daddy put the hooks on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw4kIo9UI/AAAAAAAAEoE/25oq4NRobgo/s1600/DSC_6520edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459331290378073410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8Nw4kIo9UI/AAAAAAAAEoE/25oq4NRobgo/s320/DSC_6520edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Daddy can help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-9052881630163151038?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/9052881630163151038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=9052881630163151038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9052881630163151038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/9052881630163151038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2010/04/decorating-christmas-tree-2009.html' title='Decorating the Christmas Tree 2009'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NxPFLrTBI/AAAAAAAAEos/xrPv3VUvHsM/s72-c/DSC_6498edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5957272347802079423</id><published>2009-12-16T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:07:40.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I was young, I have always LOVED to get all dressed up to go somewhere. I still get very excited and in this case it was much needed. I am 7 1/2 months pregnant and I really needed to take time for myself. Getting all prettied up rejuvenates the soul, I think. Even though it didn't start out very fun because when I went shopping for a dress I only got more depressed as I looked at my round figure in a bunch of ill fitting dresses. Thank goodness I came across this dress, which isn't even a maternity dress, because I was about to give up and it would've resulted in wearing sweats to Dan's Christmas Party. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Work Christmas Party was fun and I even won a $50 gift card. We had a yummy dinner and had a great time spending our fake money at the mock casino night. I am getting pretty good at Black Jack, I'm too scared to play anything else...maybe next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was very proud to be on my hubby's arm all night. He always makes me feel like the only woman in the room. He looked very handsome as well. I even loved that we were color coordinated (like prom or something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was exactly the night I needed with my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NsJSTP07I/AAAAAAAAEn0/MHtqDlKTMhk/s1600/DSC_6493edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459326080090362802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NsJSTP07I/AAAAAAAAEn0/MHtqDlKTMhk/s320/DSC_6493edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NsIFl-NuI/AAAAAAAAEns/ySQwLwnITWQ/s1600/DSC_6488edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459326059499370210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NsIFl-NuI/AAAAAAAAEns/ySQwLwnITWQ/s320/DSC_6488edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5957272347802079423?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5957272347802079423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5957272347802079423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5957272347802079423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5957272347802079423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-christmas-party.html' title='Work Christmas Party'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/S8NsJSTP07I/AAAAAAAAEn0/MHtqDlKTMhk/s72-c/DSC_6493edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3443926420910289828</id><published>2009-12-15T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:42:50.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Stockings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to do these last year but there were...complications&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made sure to get them done this year before CHRISTMAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though my house is in shambles, I should be doing a million other things and my child was a little neglected for a day...We will have stockings for Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll go straighten out my priorities now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...I'll do the new baby's next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAd-kkVnI/AAAAAAAAC1A/noRh21Gfwno/s1600-h/DSC_6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415719804413957746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAd-kkVnI/AAAAAAAAC1A/noRh21Gfwno/s320/DSC_6532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAdW4BbaI/AAAAAAAAC04/2q0SkP2jLsM/s1600-h/DSC_6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415719793758137762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAdW4BbaI/AAAAAAAAC04/2q0SkP2jLsM/s320/DSC_6531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAc7vbDoI/AAAAAAAAC0w/WGDNW1l1H_c/s1600-h/DSC_6530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415719786474311298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAc7vbDoI/AAAAAAAAC0w/WGDNW1l1H_c/s320/DSC_6530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAcYw6kgI/AAAAAAAAC0o/r2g1SPPMe-Y/s1600-h/DSC_6528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415719777085329922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAcYw6kgI/AAAAAAAAC0o/r2g1SPPMe-Y/s320/DSC_6528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4984407836697792081-3443926420910289828?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3443926420910289828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3443926420910289828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3443926420910289828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3443926420910289828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-stockings.html' title='Christmas Stockings'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyiAd-kkVnI/AAAAAAAAC1A/noRh21Gfwno/s72-c/DSC_6532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6409951917269741670</id><published>2009-12-11T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:05:28.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BOY BED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This had to happen before the baby came....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKlfnW8pgI/AAAAAAAACzQ/F8I5hT4pIIc/s1600-h/DSC_6043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414071664612517378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKlfnW8pgI/AAAAAAAACzQ/F8I5hT4pIIc/s320/DSC_6043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it did...with little to no problems.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(except that Mommy cried at the sight of her big boy in his big boy bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6409951917269741670?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6409951917269741670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6409951917269741670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6409951917269741670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6409951917269741670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-boy-bed.html' title='BIG BOY BED!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKlfnW8pgI/AAAAAAAACzQ/F8I5hT4pIIc/s72-c/DSC_6043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5698020233186682156</id><published>2009-12-11T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:59:03.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Number 24 Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISNEYLAND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj5wVTVcI/AAAAAAAACzI/jHc8Yu27aVU/s1600-h/DSC_5744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069914674877890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj5wVTVcI/AAAAAAAACzI/jHc8Yu27aVU/s320/DSC_5744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the lights&lt;br /&gt;Love the rides&lt;br /&gt;Love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; wanted to ride the carousel 20 times&lt;br /&gt;Love the music&lt;br /&gt;Loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tysen's&lt;/span&gt; face on the Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;Love that it is Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;Love that I got to spend my Birthday with my Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj5k1LIPI/AAAAAAAACzA/3YhPaWRFu30/s1600-h/DSC_5730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069911587332338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj5k1LIPI/AAAAAAAACzA/3YhPaWRFu30/s320/DSC_5730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is he crying....it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj5FSjp7I/AAAAAAAACy4/Eh5F9qSWWZo/s1600-h/DSC_5767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069903120639922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj5FSjp7I/AAAAAAAACy4/Eh5F9qSWWZo/s320/DSC_5767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj4lxasXI/AAAAAAAACyw/fh0lsyraCY8/s1600-h/DSC_5789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069894660141426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj4lxasXI/AAAAAAAACyw/fh0lsyraCY8/s320/DSC_5789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5698020233186682156?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5698020233186682156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5698020233186682156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5698020233186682156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5698020233186682156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/mommys-number-24-birthday.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Number 24 Birthday'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKj5wVTVcI/AAAAAAAACzI/jHc8Yu27aVU/s72-c/DSC_5744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5450232185012814499</id><published>2009-12-11T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:47:14.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we have a cookie day with Dan's family and we make gingerbread houses. This year we had it in our backyard. The kids made some cool houses and by the end of it we had candy everywhere and frosting all over the concrete, the basketball hoop, the hammock, and the KIDS! What is cookie day without FROSTING WARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgvw8AW2I/AAAAAAAACyo/o8GH54NiThw/s1600-h/DSC_5959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066444503636834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgvw8AW2I/AAAAAAAACyo/o8GH54NiThw/s320/DSC_5959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dan working hard on the construction...I said I would decorate :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgeFE9-nI/AAAAAAAACyg/FEhjEczRDnQ/s1600-h/DSC_5946.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgds1F0eI/AAAAAAAACyY/pwaZJXR-MSo/s1600-h/DSC_5915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066134163247586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgds1F0eI/AAAAAAAACyY/pwaZJXR-MSo/s320/DSC_5915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working away, trying to build the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgdQ_2MQI/AAAAAAAACyQ/c5CDTCg5Zl4/s1600-h/DSC_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066126692167938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgdQ_2MQI/AAAAAAAACyQ/c5CDTCg5Zl4/s320/DSC_5973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decorating our mini-me house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgcuAyxWI/AAAAAAAACyI/1ZZKfWUg9E8/s1600-h/DSC_6028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066117300897122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgcuAyxWI/AAAAAAAACyI/1ZZKfWUg9E8/s320/DSC_6028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended up with a pool and all...the boys were very creative but, mommy made the house look gooood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgb0A5XrI/AAAAAAAACyA/Yrx9lEYG2WQ/s1600-h/DSC_6020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414066101732073138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgb0A5XrI/AAAAAAAACyA/Yrx9lEYG2WQ/s320/DSC_6020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone with their awesome houses! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love this tradition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5450232185012814499?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5450232185012814499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5450232185012814499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5450232185012814499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5450232185012814499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookie-day.html' title='Cookie Day!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKgvw8AW2I/AAAAAAAACyo/o8GH54NiThw/s72-c/DSC_5959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-851438072087395030</id><published>2009-12-11T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:09:17.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tysen's Number 2 Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SHOULD HAVE BEEN POSTED 11/25/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tysen's&lt;/span&gt; number 2 birthday we just had Family over for dinner and sang happy birthday! Aunt Emily made an Elmo pinata that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; was not sure about hitting at first...But, after all the other kids hit the Elmo head Ty got right in there with them. Aunt Shelley (the cake expert) made the Elmo cake which was SUPER yummy. And Ty loved all of his Elmo decorations (which we left up for a few days just for fun). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; got lots of ELMO toys (are you starting to see a pattern yet?)and he got his first Geo Tracks set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a tradition in our family that after the Happy Birthday song is sung and the candles get blown out the Birthday person has to BITE THE CAKE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; went for it...no questions asked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; is so good at being the center of attention...he thrives off of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKa58xHnLI/AAAAAAAACx4/y-YakLwEcus/s1600-h/Drago+Family+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414060022408125618" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKa4a5LFqI/AAAAAAAACxg/sXCXe9OltKM/s320/Drago+Family+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4984407836697792081-851438072087395030?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/851438072087395030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=851438072087395030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/851438072087395030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/851438072087395030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/12/tysens-number-2-party.html' title='Tysen&apos;s Number 2 Party'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SyKa58xHnLI/AAAAAAAACx4/y-YakLwEcus/s72-c/Drago+Family+081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-2507409354120413649</id><published>2009-11-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:17:50.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy Matching Jammies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfYc-tlQI/AAAAAAAACug/aFdnsBy2TlM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These will never get old for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We made it a tradition to have matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pajamas for&lt;/span&gt; Christmas and I LOVE IT..as cheesy as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only thing is that matching P.J.'s cost a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fortune&lt;/span&gt; so the only other option is to make them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last year I made them but with the help of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; sister...ok...with A LOT of help from my sister...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, she pretty much made them for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I did not want to bug her again so I found a &lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/How_to_Sew_Your_Own_Pajama_Pants/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tutorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; online and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of myself! They are super easy and now I know how to make then for every year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and I did it all for about 25$ bucks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I made my pattern by tracing an old pair of P.J. pants. Then cut is out and sewed each leg together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfYc-tlQI/AAAAAAAACug/aFdnsBy2TlM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402876314173412610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfYc-tlQI/AAAAAAAACug/aFdnsBy2TlM/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then you have to sew the legs to each other by putting one leg inside the other and sewing around the crotch area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfX0XBE1I/AAAAAAAACuY/ZBoLcgh8zBE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402876303269499730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfX0XBE1I/AAAAAAAACuY/ZBoLcgh8zBE/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The only thing left is to size the waist band and hem up the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With in a couple hours I had three pairs of pajama bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfXsnDtUI/AAAAAAAACuQ/Uz5CVCkTWUE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402876301189297474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfXsnDtUI/AAAAAAAACuQ/Uz5CVCkTWUE/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here are all three...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tysen's&lt;/span&gt; are too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfXMHv-uI/AAAAAAAACuI/d8ZhBUbv-Ic/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402876292468046562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfXMHv-uI/AAAAAAAACuI/d8ZhBUbv-Ic/s200/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We just got matching shirts and I designed a little logo on the computer then ironed them onto the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfWhMoPZI/AAAAAAAACuA/-xiCesfiwEU/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402876280945786258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfWhMoPZI/AAAAAAAACuA/-xiCesfiwEU/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They are not perfect but they turned out cuter than anything they had online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-2507409354120413649?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/2507409354120413649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=2507409354120413649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2507409354120413649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/2507409354120413649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheesy-matching-jammies.html' title='Cheesy Matching Jammies'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SvrfYc-tlQI/AAAAAAAACug/aFdnsBy2TlM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-609373795341154687</id><published>2009-10-28T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:39:35.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY HAVE YOU GROWN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy is feeling pretty good now. Not as tired and not as sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are kicking like a maniac! The doctors tell me that you are a BRAT already because you won't sit still while they try and take pictures of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are healthy so far. We had a couple scares but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; turned out to be O.K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your big brother loves to tell Mommy that there is a baby in her tummy. I don't know if he fully gets it; but, he is learning how to be very careful with babies so, by the time you arrive he will be a pro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; gets mad at Mommy because when he goes to sit on my lap he can't sit back all the way. He gets irritated with your little bump then and want me to move it away. Other times he kisses and loves you and seems to be excited for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are just so happy that we are all doing well and that we are all HEALTHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Still working on your name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SujE1z6SdvI/AAAAAAAACso/-nXAvrr3_Qg/s1600-h/DSC_4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397780582150338290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SujE1z6SdvI/AAAAAAAACso/-nXAvrr3_Qg/s320/DSC_4384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mommy, baby#2 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; at 18 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SujE1fNLFUI/AAAAAAAACsg/EZ7hcKF-h1I/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397780576592401730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SujE1fNLFUI/AAAAAAAACsg/EZ7hcKF-h1I/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mommy and baby#2 at 5 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-609373795341154687?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/609373795341154687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=609373795341154687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/609373795341154687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/609373795341154687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-2.html' title='Baby # 2'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SujE1z6SdvI/AAAAAAAACso/-nXAvrr3_Qg/s72-c/DSC_4384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6940341354472658877</id><published>2009-10-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:35:08.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SucdB9tEAiI/AAAAAAAACro/Sb9N1ZWo5DE/s1600-h/IMG_7979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397314598007472674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SucdB9tEAiI/AAAAAAAACro/Sb9N1ZWo5DE/s320/IMG_7979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It does not seem like it's been four years since our wedding. Time flies and I can't believe we already have one baby and another on the way. We must be having fun for time to fly by so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For our anniversary (October 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) Dan took me to a new restaurant in old town called "The Edge" A little too overpriced for my taste but the food was pretty good. We sat in a cute little booth and were able to just take our time and talk. We even managed to talk about things other than pregnancy and T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ysen&lt;/span&gt;. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt;...and it was so nice to reconnect a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(since I'm pregnant and can't stay up past 10:00)&lt;/span&gt; We went home and PASSED OUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397314576766833746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SucdAuk5lFI/AAAAAAAACrY/N5w0CdJNfCI/s320/DSC_4837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SucdBb_OIoI/AAAAAAAACrg/3x3w5L0Xr0c/s1600-h/DSC_4839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397314588956828290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SucdBb_OIoI/AAAAAAAACrg/3x3w5L0Xr0c/s320/DSC_4839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boo Bear, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(HEHEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I only get happier and happier each day with you. You have taught me so much about love and patience and understanding. You are my rock &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who I lean on way too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and you never get tired of how much I need you. I feel so much security in our love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. I admire the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; you are. Because of your love and support I am a better wife, friend and mother. Thanks for being my Best Bud! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6940341354472658877?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6940341354472658877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6940341354472658877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6940341354472658877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6940341354472658877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-4th-year.html' title='Happy 4th Year!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SucdB9tEAiI/AAAAAAAACro/Sb9N1ZWo5DE/s72-c/IMG_7979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-106996093401097525</id><published>2009-10-18T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:54:25.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun ...All Month Long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We still have 2 weeks left in October and we have already squeezed most of the FUN out of Halloween. I don't know if Tysen will cry or laugh when I tell him he gets to go trick or treating again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've painted a pumpkin with Miss Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgwj4oooI/AAAAAAAACoU/2W8YYbZ-gg8/s1600-h/DSC_4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011366089073282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgwj4oooI/AAAAAAAACoU/2W8YYbZ-gg8/s320/DSC_4822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proud artists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgsfY46rI/AAAAAAAACoM/DnicAKezzUo/s1600-h/DSC_4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011296162704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgsfY46rI/AAAAAAAACoM/DnicAKezzUo/s320/DSC_4832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We've gone to the Pumpkin patch festival with Gavin and Travis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and put on the famous ELMO costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgr_7RxkI/AAAAAAAACoE/7Vyc_0N5cus/s1600-h/DSC_4841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011287717004866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgr_7RxkI/AAAAAAAACoE/7Vyc_0N5cus/s320/DSC_4841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picking out a weird green pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgrQM9bRI/AAAAAAAACn8/3X36EtPZL1E/s1600-h/DSC_4862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011274906266898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgrQM9bRI/AAAAAAAACn8/3X36EtPZL1E/s320/DSC_4862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweetest Elmo EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgrALNSjI/AAAAAAAACn0/CVCRndj06rU/s1600-h/DSC_4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011270603950642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgrALNSjI/AAAAAAAACn0/CVCRndj06rU/s320/DSC_4869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got his hair sprayed blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgqtY_zWI/AAAAAAAACns/3IsQN_u3MSU/s1600-h/DSC_4892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011265561513314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgqtY_zWI/AAAAAAAACns/3IsQN_u3MSU/s320/DSC_4892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Along with his cool cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgeFb8cHI/AAAAAAAACnk/O8KhPo4yzDc/s1600-h/DSC_4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011048678027378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgeFb8cHI/AAAAAAAACnk/O8KhPo4yzDc/s320/DSC_4893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've Gone to the Trunk-or-Treat at the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and used hands to eat the donut on the string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgdg5arJI/AAAAAAAACnc/jgPMT_kjg0s/s1600-h/DSC_4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011038869531794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgdg5arJI/AAAAAAAACnc/jgPMT_kjg0s/s320/DSC_4918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In record time too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgdZ5vfrI/AAAAAAAACnU/T66ulLFZ__k/s1600-h/DSC_4921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011036991848114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgdZ5vfrI/AAAAAAAACnU/T66ulLFZ__k/s320/DSC_4921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hung out with more cousins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jace, Kade and Gage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgc3LOVoI/AAAAAAAACnM/DZ3DWrxZGqs/s1600-h/DSC_4934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011027669931650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgc3LOVoI/AAAAAAAACnM/DZ3DWrxZGqs/s320/DSC_4934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all decked out in costume...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we have to do this two more times still!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(we should have skipped dressing up for the trunk-or-treat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgcVS8SfI/AAAAAAAACnE/JulEVd9iQWM/s1600-h/DSC_4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011018575497714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttgcVS8SfI/AAAAAAAACnE/JulEVd9iQWM/s320/DSC_4940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it sure feels like Fall is in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(apart from the 100 degree weather)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-106996093401097525?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/106996093401097525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=106996093401097525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/106996093401097525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/106996093401097525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-fun-all-month-long.html' title='Halloween Fun ...All Month Long!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Sttgwj4oooI/AAAAAAAACoU/2W8YYbZ-gg8/s72-c/DSC_4822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6100772445981350571</id><published>2009-10-18T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:55:03.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>179th Annual General Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttV3vXUJxI/AAAAAAAACm8/QZq2RF89b8M/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393999394801723154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttV3vXUJxI/AAAAAAAACm8/QZq2RF89b8M/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttV3LIFuKI/AAAAAAAACm0/X_-rD51s6mY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were able to score tickets for the Saturday afternoon session of General Conference this year. We have never attended before, so it was really exciting. We took my little brother, Quinn, who is preparing to go on his mission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was very surreal to feel how the spirit grew stronger and stronger as the apostles took thier seats. And, when the prophet and his counselors entered the room there was an explosion of love for these men that poured out from my own heart. I have so much love and appreciation for all they do and for the great service they give to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of the talks were so wonderful this Conference but I would like to record some highlights from a Sunday morning talk given by President Monson entitled "What Have I Done for Someone Today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1117-27,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3376ff;"&gt;http://www.lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1117-27,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“When ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I believe the Savior is telling us that unless we lose ourselves in service to others, there is little purpose to our own lives. Those who live only for themselves eventually shrivel up and figuratively lose their lives, while those who lose themselves in service to others grow and flourish—and in effect save their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How many times has your heart been touched as you have witnessed the need of another? How often have you intended to be the one to help? And yet how often has day-to-day living interfered and you’ve left it for others to help, feeling that “oh, surely someone will take care of that need.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we may find that we have immersed ourselves in the “thick of thin things.” In other words, too often we spend most of our time taking care of the things which do not really matter much at all in the grand scheme of things, neglecting those more important causes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have wept in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the shortness of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That to somebody’s need made me blind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I never have yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Felt a tinge of regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For being a little too kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are the Lord’s hands here upon the earth, with the mandate to serve and to lift His children. He is dependent upon each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The words from the 25th chapter of Matthew come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:&lt;br /&gt;“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:&lt;br /&gt;“Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.&lt;br /&gt;“Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?&lt;br /&gt;“When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?&lt;br /&gt;“Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?&lt;br /&gt;“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have I done any good in the world today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have I helped anyone in need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have I cheered up the sad and made someone feel glad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If not, I have failed indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Has anyone’s burden been lighter today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Because I was willing to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have the sick and the weary been helped on their way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When they needed my help was I there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This talk inspired me most for this time in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life. This is just parts and pieces of this talk but there was much more said that touched me deeply. Like the story he told about his birthday gifts...The service projects that people did for President Monson for his birthday were so sweet. And I realized that I do not have to wait for some extravagant service to be done, that service comes in all shapes and sizes. It might seem small to me but it might have meant the world for someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many times that I have taken care of my needs before even thinking about the needs of others. It is important to be aware of the needs of others and to ask myself each day "Have I done any good in the world today?" &lt;/span&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/4984407836697792081-6100772445981350571?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6100772445981350571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6100772445981350571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6100772445981350571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6100772445981350571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/179th-annual-general-conference.html' title='179th Annual General Conference'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SttV3vXUJxI/AAAAAAAACm8/QZq2RF89b8M/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4740959964297812001</id><published>2009-10-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:23:15.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEAWORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Seaworld on September 12th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma and some of Ty's cousins came along with us. At the beginning of the day Tysen would not get too close to the glass to see the fish, but by the end of the day he was yelling at the fish through the glass. Now he is very aware that fishies are not just crackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of boy cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gavin, Tysen, Jace, Kade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgju4UczI/AAAAAAAACkc/xP1lLBCyd0o/s1600-h/DSC_4523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759345888555826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgju4UczI/AAAAAAAACkc/xP1lLBCyd0o/s320/DSC_4523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gavin feeding the manta rays. The thing sucked his WHOLE hand in its mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgjJuaYCI/AAAAAAAACkU/8MbbXB0m0xs/s1600-h/DSC_4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759335914889250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgjJuaYCI/AAAAAAAACkU/8MbbXB0m0xs/s320/DSC_4551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to feed them...ya..it was grose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgikeV7xI/AAAAAAAACkM/chzizm1Pwmg/s1600-h/DSC_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759325915377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgikeV7xI/AAAAAAAACkM/chzizm1Pwmg/s320/DSC_4568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Tysen looking at the starfish. Tysen actually touched it only when it was out of the water. He would not touch it while it was in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgidEo4rI/AAAAAAAACkE/M5lIkGBa1wk/s1600-h/DSC_4613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759323928519346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgidEo4rI/AAAAAAAACkE/M5lIkGBa1wk/s320/DSC_4613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did not want to wait 60 min to go on this ride. It was hot and we just wanted to get wet. So, we stood on the bridge next to it to get splashed. Tysen LOVES the water. Evertime it splashed him he would bust up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgYtvJJ8I/AAAAAAAACj8/DjNz2HfdLew/s1600-h/DSC_4649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759156603070402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgYtvJJ8I/AAAAAAAACj8/DjNz2HfdLew/s320/DSC_4649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such a cute picture, just wish something interesting was behind him in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgYHFy9QI/AAAAAAAACj0/yqMGXlP1gbg/s1600-h/DSC_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759146229101826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgYHFy9QI/AAAAAAAACj0/yqMGXlP1gbg/s320/DSC_4650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace and Ty are really good buddies. They had fun walking around together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgX6fi32I/AAAAAAAACjs/k-PBYB5z22A/s1600-h/DSC_4656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759142847438690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgX6fi32I/AAAAAAAACjs/k-PBYB5z22A/s320/DSC_4656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the little water park they had water that squirted up from the ground. Tysen loved it and it was so funny to see him get nailed in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgXeDKJXI/AAAAAAAACjk/Vc3seeZeB_4/s1600-h/DSC_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759135212184946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgXeDKJXI/AAAAAAAACjk/Vc3seeZeB_4/s320/DSC_4774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before the day ended we had to go on the ELMO ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good end to the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma rode the Elmo fish with him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgWxzwOoI/AAAAAAAACjc/BSlxDf2GT4w/s1600-h/DSC_4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759123336411778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgWxzwOoI/AAAAAAAACjc/BSlxDf2GT4w/s320/DSC_4794.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-4740959964297812001?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/4740959964297812001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=4740959964297812001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4740959964297812001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/4740959964297812001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/seaworld.html' title='SEAWORLD!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/StNgju4UczI/AAAAAAAACkc/xP1lLBCyd0o/s72-c/DSC_4523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5872400981152079414</id><published>2009-10-09T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:33:51.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one Lucky Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wonderful husband has been helping me a lot around the house, especially with the vacuuming. Every time he helps Tysen wants to "help you too". So he grabs his "bacuum" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that I got at a garage sale for $3.00) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and follows behind Daddy, which means he usually gets tripped over. He doesn't seem to care...he just keeps cleaning and throws a fit if he can't "help you" when Daddy is helping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Lucky am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Ss-_0tsvVoI/AAAAAAAACh0/oAnjF4yJFOw/s1600-h/DSC_4505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390738191327123074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Ss-_0tsvVoI/AAAAAAAACh0/oAnjF4yJFOw/s320/DSC_4505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Ss-_z4Wck8I/AAAAAAAAChs/DLmM4jKygmU/s1600-h/DSC_4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390738177006539714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Ss-_z4Wck8I/AAAAAAAAChs/DLmM4jKygmU/s320/DSC_4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And cleaning for me right before my Hubby had to go to his presidency meeting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5872400981152079414?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5872400981152079414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5872400981152079414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5872400981152079414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5872400981152079414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-one-lucky-girl.html' title='I am one Lucky Girl!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/Ss-_0tsvVoI/AAAAAAAACh0/oAnjF4yJFOw/s72-c/DSC_4505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3008112831887700184</id><published>2009-10-05T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:36:29.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tysen's Little Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tysen:&lt;/span&gt; "Mommy.....Mom...Mommy!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(after calling Mommy many times with no answer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..long pause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Daddy!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dan:&lt;/span&gt; YA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tysen:&lt;/span&gt; "I -ant (want) Mommy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I -ant (want)"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(fill in blank with anything he wants...usually Elmo or Juice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; "fold your arms...you're in time out!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tysen:&lt;/span&gt; Pay-er? (prayer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; No! Time out...big trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Daddy:&lt;/span&gt; "Ty are you having a good day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tysen:&lt;/span&gt; "Ya...Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HUNNY? HUNNY? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yelling around the house to find Mom or Dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"wuv you baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"BIG GRUNT" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when he is frustrated with something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oddly sound just like Mommy's frustrated GRUNT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"awww....Mom" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(when I won't let him do something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Dan...are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"See Mommy!" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Niiiice" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while petting the dog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The dog runs off)&lt;/span&gt; "Awww...SIT, SIT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3008112831887700184?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3008112831887700184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3008112831887700184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3008112831887700184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3008112831887700184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/10/tysens-little-moments.html' title='Tysen&apos;s Little Moments'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-5683984114765065556</id><published>2009-09-28T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:58:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't remember where it put the USB cord for my camera....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frustrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-5683984114765065556?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/5683984114765065556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=5683984114765065556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5683984114765065556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/5683984114765065556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-brain.html' title='Pregnancy Brain'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-6002801082857562373</id><published>2009-09-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:59:52.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SrJ_hojQ2tI/AAAAAAAACfc/SwxZj8qcRZ8/s1600-h/potty-training-toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382504720458898130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SrJ_hojQ2tI/AAAAAAAACfc/SwxZj8qcRZ8/s320/potty-training-toilet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ever since I took the "big boy potty" out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; has really taken an interest. I only got it out to start getting him aware of what we do with the potty and aware of the feeling. So every once in a while I set him on it and tell him to go "pee pee" or "poo poo" and he would just sit there feeling very proud to be on the potty. Nothing would come of it but at least he was liking being on the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;yesterday was the first time he actually "pee peed" in the potty...TWICE! I, of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;course,&lt;/span&gt; had to ask him if he had to "go"...he won't tell me yet. Before, he would tell me "I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;" but that is a little too late for the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;, this morning I caught him all red faced in the corner and I asked him if he wanted to "POO POO" in the potty...he hesitated because I think he was already in the middle of pushing and then he said "ya" and ran straight to the potty wanting to get his pants off A.S.A.P. I sat him on the potty with his chocolate milk and went to finish the dishes and when I came back he had a BIG "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;" (seriously, what am I feeding him) waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been prouder!&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture to prove it to Daddy (which I am sure he is not going to want to look at) I will spare my blog audience and not post it and I am sure it will get deleted by Daddy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-6002801082857562373?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/6002801082857562373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=6002801082857562373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6002801082857562373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/6002801082857562373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-awareness.html' title='Potty Awareness'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SrJ_hojQ2tI/AAAAAAAACfc/SwxZj8qcRZ8/s72-c/potty-training-toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-7151899210812361142</id><published>2009-08-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:00:36.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sweet......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpdjYrDA_ZI/AAAAAAAACfU/ReUgCv2vD7Y/s1600-h/Baby%2520boy(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374873955813358994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpdjYrDA_ZI/AAAAAAAACfU/ReUgCv2vD7Y/s320/Baby%2520boy(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Momma Whitman you were right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We are so excited for Tysen's baby brother to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please give us some of your favorite names to think about.... We have no clue what to name him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-7151899210812361142?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/7151899210812361142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=7151899210812361142' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7151899210812361142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/7151899210812361142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-sweet.html' title='Another Sweet......'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpdjYrDA_ZI/AAAAAAAACfU/ReUgCv2vD7Y/s72-c/Baby%2520boy(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-596635422116144540</id><published>2009-08-26T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:55:30.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, You Just Gotta Let Them Play.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even if it racks up a huge water bill and soaks them head to toe......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Their BIG smile makes it all worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374470624076264994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpX0jrPWdiI/AAAAAAAACfM/Jhi4v84Fxsc/s320/ty-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpX0in26i-I/AAAAAAAACfE/ApdVNm3cVdY/s1600-h/ty-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374470605988596706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpX0in26i-I/AAAAAAAACfE/ApdVNm3cVdY/s320/ty-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpX0iHpzCAI/AAAAAAAACe8/bRX06n19wfs/s1600-h/ty-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374470597343643650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpX0iHpzCAI/AAAAAAAACe8/bRX06n19wfs/s320/ty-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpX0heZ6tHI/AAAAAAAACe0/hkNXFz1wqqY/s1600-h/roxy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374470586271183986" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpXzMGoX3KI/AAAAAAAACec/aZI9GadfrEA/s320/Ty-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpXzLTVZLUI/AAAAAAAACeU/b3uH-04mtoc/s1600-h/ty-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374469105830669634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpXzLTVZLUI/AAAAAAAACeU/b3uH-04mtoc/s320/ty-8.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/4984407836697792081-596635422116144540?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/596635422116144540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=596635422116144540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/596635422116144540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/596635422116144540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-you-just-gotta-let-them-play.html' title='Sometimes, You Just Gotta Let Them Play.....'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpX0jrPWdiI/AAAAAAAACfM/Jhi4v84Fxsc/s72-c/ty-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-1290372735891026708</id><published>2009-08-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:27:36.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAWAII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQUoTMhekI/AAAAAAAACeE/hxkjz6yzhMQ/s1600-h/family+honolulu+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373942937939966530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQUoTMhekI/AAAAAAAACeE/hxkjz6yzhMQ/s320/family+honolulu+temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took our "big" family vacation this summer from the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. It was a nice TEN days of relaxation and beautiful sight seeing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cruised around the Islands. It was so awesome to see how each Island is different and still so pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Honolulu we visited Pearl Harbor (sort of). We went on a tour to see it but since we brought our sweet little boy we had some complications and we missed our boat out to the actual Pearl Harbor sight. So we admired from afar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honolulu was filled with tourists but we loved the beaches there. The water was so warm and the waves were not too big. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tysen&lt;/span&gt; loved being out in the water. It was definitely his favorite part. He laughed so hard when the waves hit him in the face. We also went to visit the Honolulu temple, which is under construction, but it was so nice to be able to see it and to go into the visitor center. It is such a beautiful building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, one of the last things we did was visit the Doll Pineapple Plantation. That turned out to be really fun and interesting. We had pineapple ice cream and I never knew there were so many different kinds of pineapples. Honolulu was a BLAST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(P.S. Honolulu has the BEST french fries EVER!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQUgSHYwGI/AAAAAAAACd8/JS07cKlaVl8/s1600-h/honolulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373942800211034210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQUgSHYwGI/AAAAAAAACd8/JS07cKlaVl8/s320/honolulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maui was our day of true relaxation! We just hung out on the beach, swam in the hotel's pool (not sure we were allowed too), and took a great nap together. We rented a Jeep, which was so fun and SO Hawaii. We also found a great "secret" breath taking beach and there were only about five people on the whole beach. Maui will always be one of our favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQUBngbA-I/AAAAAAAACd0/31yfWaaGLMk/s1600-h/maui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373942273377240034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQUBngbA-I/AAAAAAAACd0/31yfWaaGLMk/s320/maui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hilo&lt;/span&gt; did not have many beaches but the sight seeing was amazing! We went to visit the Botanical Garden, where I had a photo field day. Then we went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Akaka&lt;/span&gt; Falls, which was so worth it. It was like seeing the waterfall in the movie "Jurassic Park". It was HUGE and very overwhelming. Then we went to visited the active Kilauea Volcano. We didn't see the lava but the steam was flowing up from it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the cruise ship, later that night, we passed by the other side of the Volcano which was flowing lava into the ocean....THAT WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; COOL!!! I have never seen Lava flowing like that before and it was one of those things you just don't believe unless you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQTnApAupI/AAAAAAAACds/UfoYTvunAbs/s1600-h/HILO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373941816267684498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQTnApAupI/AAAAAAAACds/UfoYTvunAbs/s320/HILO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kona&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaui&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaui&lt;/span&gt; we visited the Canyon. It was great to see and it wasn't a huge hike either. When we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaui&lt;/span&gt; there were flash flood warnings! It was pouring for half the day so I didn't take out my camera too much. But when the sun came out a little we hung out at the beach where a sea turtle swam right up to us and kept bumping into us....It FREAKED me out a little so Dan got up closer to get the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it was a little gloomy this day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaui&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kona&lt;/span&gt; we did some shopping and we went on a glass bottom boat. We sighted a pack of dolphins (which I have never seen before). That was very exciting. They even did some flips for us. We did hang out a little on the beach but the water was a lot colder for some reason. Even so, it was a nice time and very beautiful and fresh there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQTJ5natxI/AAAAAAAACdk/vcz0L_ESoZk/s1600-h/kona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373941316165744402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQTJ5natxI/AAAAAAAACdk/vcz0L_ESoZk/s320/kona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii was a dream come true! We wish we were still there :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-1290372735891026708?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/1290372735891026708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=1290372735891026708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1290372735891026708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/1290372735891026708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/08/hawaii.html' title='HAWAII'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SpQUoTMhekI/AAAAAAAACeE/hxkjz6yzhMQ/s72-c/family+honolulu+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-3078343060556168650</id><published>2009-08-25T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:08:30.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Words for Tysen</title><content type='html'>cacker (cracker)&lt;br /&gt;bubbow (bubble)&lt;br /&gt;Yee Ya (see ya)&lt;br /&gt;biaper (diaper)&lt;br /&gt;bubbon (button)&lt;br /&gt;Dadda Go? (Where did Dadda go?)&lt;br /&gt;Okay Momma/Dadda&lt;br /&gt;Cookie (cookie monster)&lt;br /&gt;Ocar (Oscar the Grouch)&lt;br /&gt;Melmo (elmo)&lt;br /&gt;Bir (big bird)&lt;br /&gt;wower (flower)&lt;br /&gt;Ewww dose (ewww, grose)&lt;br /&gt;gucky (yucky)&lt;br /&gt;yu you Momma/Dadda (love you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984407836697792081-3078343060556168650?l=carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/feeds/3078343060556168650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4984407836697792081&amp;postID=3078343060556168650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3078343060556168650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984407836697792081/posts/default/3078343060556168650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlson-rememberwhen.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-words-for-tysen.html' title='New Words for Tysen'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03478311652661741162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSRR9AWvixI/SQX-eMtO8AI/AAAAAAAABY8/-lPymPea49k/S220/IMG_0797_JPG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984407836697792081.post-4409897175406218208</id><published>2009-08-10T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:54:37.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby #
