<?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-1808036748171200995</id><updated>2011-11-24T16:05:36.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Momma Meg</title><subtitle type='html'>Seriously my husband has an amazing blog.
He is after all a writer.
However his tales are often one sided so I guess this is for the rest of the story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4120673851162469676</id><published>2011-08-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:21:15.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working the System</title><content type='html'>I'm worried.  Seriously.  My kids make me laugh but also I'm a little/lot worried about Eddie.  The other day I was telling him I had to work instead of playing.  There was a pile of dishes from making Zucchini bread that I had to clean.  Anyway Eddie says, "I hate work."  I thought oh this could be a teaching moment so I started talking to him about the benefits of work and how some day he'll need to work to support himself because daddy and I weren't going to support him forever.  He needed to be in school for us to support him.  He came up with a solution rather quickly.  "Fine I'll go to college.  I'll take one class at a time and go to school every other day."  I'm flabbergasted by his perceptiveness but also scared.  He's not even in first grade and he's already figuring out how to work the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4120673851162469676?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4120673851162469676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4120673851162469676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4120673851162469676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4120673851162469676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2011/08/working-system.html' title='Working the System'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-8596017056532716982</id><published>2011-04-06T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:23:32.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball is BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0ptzD42qNw/TZyTfrRBNFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7uasur4H-dQ/s1600/IMGP2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0ptzD42qNw/TZyTfrRBNFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7uasur4H-dQ/s400/IMGP2092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592507009686647890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball is back in season and I'm feeling it this morning.  Last night I had a double header with my women's volleyball team.  I have truly loved getting involved in volleyball.  As a teenager and earlier I played soccer, I hated running so most often played goalie.   I was almost forced into soccer.  Not because my parents made me do it or anything like that but in a family with 8 kids and my being the 7th I did what all the older kids did.  No one in our family had ever played volleyball, so I didn't.  However my freshman year (granted my only year) at BYU I took a volleyball class and played intramural with some girls I knew from the gym.  I really came to love the sport.  Then when Michael and I were courting we'd play volleyball at Family Home Evening (a mostly social event on Monday evenings) in the Single's Ward that we attended church together.  After we had been married a few years I found volleyball at our church again playing with other women from the Beaverton area.  Then had to take a break while pregnant with Eddie.  Then fast forward to living in Salem in about 2007 I started playing volleyball again at the Stake Center at church with men and women.  There were anywhere from about 8-20 people that would come twice each week Late Spring through Fall.  Some were more loyal than others and I like to consider myself among the loyals.  At first I was pretty &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/Volleyball#5515527658250119634"&gt;sucky&lt;/a&gt; but over time I got &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/Volleyball#5515528469708019794"&gt;better&lt;/a&gt; and even invested in some knee pads.  I played consistently with only taking breaks while pregnant with Ian and then came back as soon as I could after he was born.  When we moved from Salem up to Portland I knew that volleyball would be one of the hardest things for me to leave behind, amongst my friends, ward, house, neighborhood and school.  Michael promised that he'd support me in finding a new way to play volleyball and thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.portlandvolleyball.org/index.php"&gt;Portland Volleyball Association&lt;/a&gt; I'm able to play once again.  I've played on several teams over the last year from &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/Volleyball#5515528915494908594"&gt;Co-ed sand&lt;/a&gt; to womens.  One season I was playing on three teams.  I've since limited myself to one team per season, but I'm still willing to sub if you ever need a sub.  I &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/Volleyball#5515528926414627234"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; it all and am so grateful to Michael for &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/Volleyball#5515528653350632466"&gt;supporting&lt;/a&gt; me on my weird and yet healthy obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-8596017056532716982?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/8596017056532716982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=8596017056532716982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8596017056532716982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8596017056532716982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2011/04/volleyball-is-back.html' title='Volleyball is BACK!'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0ptzD42qNw/TZyTfrRBNFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7uasur4H-dQ/s72-c/IMGP2092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-5065582081406023126</id><published>2011-02-03T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:54:55.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian drinking lemon juice.  He just kept going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bi88WM2G9tM?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-5065582081406023126?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/5065582081406023126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=5065582081406023126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/5065582081406023126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/5065582081406023126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2011/02/ian-drinking-lemon-juice-he-just-kept.html' title='Ian drinking lemon juice.  He just kept going.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bi88WM2G9tM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4249880116005036070</id><published>2010-12-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:00:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TQGXtxngI9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Oi7TKlY-ceU/s1600/Eddie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TQGXtxngI9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Oi7TKlY-ceU/s400/Eddie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548883028566090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TQGXp_8QaxI/AAAAAAAAARI/n7qxmcpr0aQ/s1600/Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TQGXp_8QaxI/AAAAAAAAARI/n7qxmcpr0aQ/s400/Family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548882963691760402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Michael's making fun of the way I keep track of all of my Christmas Card addresses.  He says I'm archaic.  Well I'll show him archaic.  I'm going to go ahead and post my newsletter on here for those of you that didn't make the cut and aren't getting a card.  Although I can't imagine possibly sending out any more.  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: -0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's been a busy year for our household. We left our home in Salem earlier this year and moved to the big city (well, Sellwood, which is technically in Portland but feels more like a little town in the middle of the big city). We fell in love with the area and are now in the process of buying a 1922-built house in the neighborhood. We're excited to have a place with 5 bedrooms, 2 full baths, an unfinished basement, yard, and detached two-car garage. It's unheard of around here and, at the price we're getting, it falls just shy of a miracle.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Michael is still working in Portland. Being close to the office, he now rides his bike or takes the bus every day. In fact, he even traded his dream car for a brand new commuter bike. He still does photography work on the side, and he has started coaching a co-worker for long distance running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Meg is loving living in the city and has joined a few city league volleyball teams and plays whenever she can get away. Despite missing her friends in Salem, she's adjusted well. She also loves having a well-rested husband at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-right: 1.38in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Aaron is in 2nd grade now, he loves reading (and he says he has read probably about 10,000 pages so far this year) and is doing very well in school. He enjoys going on walking field trips around the neighborhood because they are fun and it means less time that he has to spend sitting at his desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-right: 2.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Eddie is in kindergarten and, despite a rocky start, he's making good progress. We've learned that Eddie's full of greatness and is a very spirited (if not spiritual) child. So far this year he's claimed to not believe in God just so he could play on Sunday and yet when asked if he wants to be a missionary he said, “No I want to be a prophet.” He even went so far as to create and sing his own version of “Follow the Prophet” (a popular children's song at church). He is constantly keeping us on our toes with his antics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-right: 2.31in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ian is a fun loving toddler with an infectious giggle who likes to fly high while playing airplane with mom. He also enjoys feeding his mother snacks like pretzel sticks while she types on the computer. He loves his big brothers and likes to tackle, chase and wrestle with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-right: 3.19in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We hope you are all having a great holiday season and have a great New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-right: 1.79in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Michael, Meg and the Boys  &lt;p style="margin-left: -0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4249880116005036070?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4249880116005036070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4249880116005036070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4249880116005036070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4249880116005036070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TQGXtxngI9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Oi7TKlY-ceU/s72-c/Eddie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-8794582215135879513</id><published>2010-09-10T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:09:54.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in the Principals Office</title><content type='html'>Wow what an emotional roller coaster.  Eddie started Kindergarten this morning.  He was all excited last night and wanted to ride the bus but this morning wasn't willing to get dressed or eat breakfast in a fast enough manner to catch the bus(which leaves at 7:25am).  So he had to resort to walking with Aaron and I.  When we got there Eddie seemed to be doing fine, he put his backpack in his locker, and sat down to start coloring.  He asked me to help him color an apple.  I told him how I needed to go and that he needed to stay in his class and work on his own.  At that point he tried hiding behind me.  I tried to get him to give Ian and I hugs and kisses and say goodbye.  He wasn't having any of that.  His teacher tried to get him to wave goodbye but he just kept insisting that I shouldn't go anywhere.  I said bye and took Ian and walked out the door.  As I'm leaving I hear the screaming start.  Not a whimper but a death scream of, "MOM, MOM, MOM, MOM."  He kept going and going while I walked out of the building and started crying myself.  I went around to the front office to make sure that he would eventually stop crying.  I stayed out of Eddie's view and watched as the principal headed down to Eddie classroom, picked him up and then carried him back to the Principal's office where Eddie hung out while he cooled down.  I guess he eventually calmed down because the Principal insisted I just head home and come pick him up at the normal time.  However in the process Eddie saw me and ran over to give Ian and me one last hug and kiss.  He was more than happy to then return to class.  When I picked him up after school the Principal said that Eddie seemed to be doing better in class, however the Principal had to talk to Eddie a few times at recess.  So all in all Eddie had a great school beginning (said with just a little bit of sarcasm).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-8794582215135879513?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/8794582215135879513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=8794582215135879513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8794582215135879513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8794582215135879513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-in-principals-office.html' title='First Day in the Principals Office'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-2102887979855095820</id><published>2010-08-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:01:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure to the Candy Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TGH-LZUjLiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pRyNdaQzdik/s1600/candy+basket+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TGH-LZUjLiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pRyNdaQzdik/s400/candy+basket+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503959691352550946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TGH-BkCqaYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9lr5-BdTu7E/s1600/candy+basket+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TGH-BkCqaYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9lr5-BdTu7E/s400/candy+basket+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503959522431625602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TGH815FElQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bzdiuzrTOTE/s1600/candy+basket+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TGH815FElQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bzdiuzrTOTE/s400/candy+basket+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503958222408815874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Portland is home to the largest continuous chocolate waterfall?  After a quick trip to Costco I asked the boys if they wanted to go on an adventure.  They said sure and off we went to &lt;a href="http://candybasketinc.com/"&gt;the Candy Basket&lt;/a&gt; in Gresham just 1 block south of 1-84 on 181st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-2102887979855095820?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/2102887979855095820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=2102887979855095820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/2102887979855095820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/2102887979855095820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/08/adventure-to-candy-basket.html' title='Adventure to the Candy Basket'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TGH-LZUjLiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pRyNdaQzdik/s72-c/candy+basket+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-8136650883441760791</id><published>2010-07-20T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:55:59.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Last Minute Trip to UTAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYVIt_JDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVUn3FwCx_c/s1600/Address+Variance+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYVIt_JDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVUn3FwCx_c/s400/Address+Variance+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496388621625664562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYUxhPzEI/AAAAAAAAANw/RPRnvMzKnpc/s1600/Address+Variance+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYUxhPzEI/AAAAAAAAANw/RPRnvMzKnpc/s400/Address+Variance+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496388615398214722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYUQ2ZOhI/AAAAAAAAANo/pzLpdlaX4O8/s1600/Address+Variance+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYUQ2ZOhI/AAAAAAAAANo/pzLpdlaX4O8/s400/Address+Variance+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496388606628542994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYUPLTotI/AAAAAAAAANg/Zc1YA8HBcwI/s1600/Address+Variance+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYUPLTotI/AAAAAAAAANg/Zc1YA8HBcwI/s400/Address+Variance+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496388606179386066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYTlYWOBI/AAAAAAAAANY/2KlqU0aqwjU/s1600/Address+Variance+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXnt3jRYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/271BCxzkYIQ/s1600/Address+Variance+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXnt3jRYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/271BCxzkYIQ/s400/Address+Variance+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496387841323910530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXncu-u3I/AAAAAAAAANI/o9IkAqEqTKc/s1600/Address+Variance+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXncu-u3I/AAAAAAAAANI/o9IkAqEqTKc/s400/Address+Variance+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496387836724558706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXmoISTBI/AAAAAAAAANA/lQgjSOzuIBY/s1600/Address+Variance+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXmoISTBI/AAAAAAAAANA/lQgjSOzuIBY/s400/Address+Variance+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496387822603619346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXmVZhqkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/K4SVkPgialA/s1600/Address+Variance+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXmVZhqkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/K4SVkPgialA/s400/Address+Variance+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496387817575656002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXl6jSEhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F2sYwj8Dsc4/s1600/Address+Variance+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcXl6jSEhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F2sYwj8Dsc4/s400/Address+Variance+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496387810368819730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy or as Michael likes to say a martyr.  I decided on July 10th that I was going to leave the next night and drive to Utah through the night.  I left Michael at home to work and left with the boys and their oldest cousin on the Asay's side to go visit Grandma and Grandpa Asay.  We got there early afternoon on Monday and I was exhausted.  Anyway I had a great time and thought I'd post some pictures.  Here's a list of what we did and saw.&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon-Splash pad on Soda Row in Daybreak near Grandma and Grandpa's house&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning-Drove to Salt Lake and went to&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liberty_Park"&gt; Liberty Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon-the boys and I went to visit my friend &lt;a href="http://momandaj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt; then we all went to Carl's Jr for Dinner(it had a playplace)  Good fast food with entertainment for the kids, why don't we have this luxury in Portland?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-&lt;a href="http://www.kennecott.com/"&gt;Kennecott Copper Mine&lt;/a&gt; (the boys loved the models, the big hole and most of all the souvenir shop.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-&lt;a href="http://www.thisistheplace.org/"&gt;This is the Place Heritage Park&lt;/a&gt;, if you have been to Navoo this seems like a miniature version.  We met up with&lt;a href="http://www.esplinfam.blogspot.com/?zx=174860484d6d59b0"&gt; Shannon &lt;/a&gt;and her four kids.  We all had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Friday-We met up with Shannon and the kids again and went to &lt;a href="http://www.cherry-hill.com/"&gt;Cherry Hill&lt;/a&gt; where we played most of the day in the water.  After heading back to their house we left for home.  Stayed the night in Twin Falls and got home late Saturday evening.  All in all it was worth the driving but I don't think I'll be doing it again too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-8136650883441760791?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/8136650883441760791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=8136650883441760791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8136650883441760791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8136650883441760791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/07/crazy-last-minute-trip-to-utah.html' title='Crazy Last Minute Trip to UTAH'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEcYVIt_JDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVUn3FwCx_c/s72-c/Address+Variance+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-2518040975645675396</id><published>2010-06-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:16:52.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day/Meat Day Fun in Salem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/MemorialDay2010#"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5sUmjSfRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ez14zlie1m8/s400/IMGP1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480436897758215442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/MemorialDay2010#"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5sN0v4PKI/AAAAAAAAALI/U55Ao7mBWOA/s400/IMGP1140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480436781310033058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mikeasay/MemorialDay2010#"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5r29FUieI/AAAAAAAAALA/NcAa939czzA/s400/IMGP1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480436388410460642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5q1snnmfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8YIZtRU5CE8/s1600/IMGP1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5q1snnmfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8YIZtRU5CE8/s200/IMGP1115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480435267299416562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5qgclzLvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ePeva42l_vM/s1600/IMGP1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5qgclzLvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ePeva42l_vM/s200/IMGP1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480434902219566834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Eddie and Ian all had fun with about 15 of their Salem friends.  I had fun with some of my "old" friends as well.  Michael even got to hang out with some of his closest Salem friends.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5rBtOxsvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZUoIY2O0irk/s1600/IMGP1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5rBtOxsvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZUoIY2O0irk/s200/IMGP1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480435473622086386" 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/1808036748171200995-2518040975645675396?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/2518040975645675396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=2518040975645675396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/2518040975645675396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/2518040975645675396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-daymeat-day-fun-in-salem.html' title='Memorial Day/Meat Day Fun in Salem'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TA5sUmjSfRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ez14zlie1m8/s72-c/IMGP1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-6778198045938709760</id><published>2010-04-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:43:19.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S7zgE4PN1lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qTTScyawsqU/s1600/IanContemplating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S7zgE4PN1lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qTTScyawsqU/s400/IanContemplating.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457483222886504018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is 1 Year Old Today.  Wow how the year has flown.  I'd post a picture but I lost my camera during the move.  He's a cutie and although he's not walking yet he is pulling himself along the walls and furniture(aka cruising).  Anyway I should probably go get him out of his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  Michael e-mailed me a picture that he took of Ian recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-6778198045938709760?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/6778198045938709760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=6778198045938709760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6778198045938709760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6778198045938709760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/04/ians-1.html' title='Ian&apos;s 1'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S7zgE4PN1lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qTTScyawsqU/s72-c/IanContemplating.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-2446000036958336202</id><published>2010-04-05T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:12:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in Portland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S7znLSkHpmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/N_M-DUC8AJ0/s1600/EddieReading.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S7znLSkHpmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/N_M-DUC8AJ0/s400/EddieReading.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457491029614110306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  You might be wondering.  I thought you lived in Salem.  You might say.  It is true we've moved.  In January Michael e-mailed me a very long letter that included his desire to move.  Basically the commute was draining the life out of him and he felt the distance between us and him everyday.  So we put our house on Craigslist as for sale and for lease option.  We were actually able to lease option it really quickly and feel that we were meant to be here.  Our house in Portland that we are renting is older(it will be 100 next year), smaller and our garage is non-existent but I'm happy to have moved.  As I told Michael I love him more than my dream home.  So far I like the neighborhood and the school and being so close to the big city but I'm really missing my network of friends in Salem.  I don't know who to call to ask for someone to babysit for me so that I can go get my hair done or volunteer in Aaron's classroom.  Poor Eddie, his birthday was last week and we had a party at my mom's house just because he doesn't have any friends up here yet.  He finally had friends in Salem and we moved and left them all behind.  Being a military brat I know that it takes a year or two to feel at home whenever you move.  It's this in between stage that I hate.  I'm not patient and I don't like feeling like an outsider.  I'm the type to insinuate myself into people's lives.  I guess that's how I get my reputation of being pushy.  Well now I'm just rambling and I'm starting to feel slightly sorry for myself so I should probably just stop now.  Anyway just thought I'd let you all know that we've moved and I'm relatively happy with the move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-2446000036958336202?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/2446000036958336202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=2446000036958336202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/2446000036958336202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/2446000036958336202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-in-portland.html' title='We&apos;re in Portland'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S7znLSkHpmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/N_M-DUC8AJ0/s72-c/EddieReading.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-3258359065666092365</id><published>2010-04-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:06:20.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please watch</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPo2E-JaDkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPo2E-JaDkk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPo2E-JaDkk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPo2E-JaDkk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I﻿ really like the idea behind micro finance. This seems like a great way to help people without it being charity. Plus at a 1-3% interest rate it's totally repayable. Plus most banks aren't even paying that much in interest these days for a savings account.  I don't think the true intent of micro finance is for banks and entrepreneurs to get rich.  I know if I were to invest it wouldn't be with a goal of getting rich.  However if I lost everything I were to invest I'd feel better about it then when I lost 5k in  WaMu stock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-3258359065666092365?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/3258359065666092365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=3258359065666092365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3258359065666092365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3258359065666092365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-watch.html' title='Please watch'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4560154877191107933</id><published>2010-02-01T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:29:32.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Investment Property Nightmare's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S2cApRL2ppI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eC8MX_oQIUo/s1600-h/Kitchen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S2cApRL2ppI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eC8MX_oQIUo/s200/Kitchen1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433312184433550994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S2cAepkEexI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QsoeKjtbrdo/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 60px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S2cAepkEexI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QsoeKjtbrdo/s200/kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433312001999010578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the right are a before and after picture of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of you know that we bought and rehabbed a property in Springville Utah a few years back.  We tried to sell it unsuccessfully so instead rented it out.  The renters were in there for over two years before things got hairy.  In November their rent was late and then in December they paid just slightly more than half and then in January it was only half and then they decided they just needed to move.  I started freaking out.  We had already been supplementing the rent to pay the mortgage when they were only paying half now we were looking at two house payments without the capitol to pay for it very long.  I immediately put the house on &lt;a href="www.zillow.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://provo.craigslist.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; marketing it as both for sale and for rent.  My sister-in-law who lives there and had found the property in the first place just signed papers for a new renter and our prayers have been answered.  The property won't even be vacant a day.  I'm so thankful for answered prayers and for life's lessons.  I don't think I would have bought the place knowing what I know now but I am grateful for the opportunity to mess up and learn from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4560154877191107933?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4560154877191107933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4560154877191107933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4560154877191107933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4560154877191107933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/02/investment-property-nightmares.html' title='Investment Property Nightmare&apos;s'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S2cApRL2ppI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eC8MX_oQIUo/s72-c/Kitchen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-1998321053269756559</id><published>2010-01-07T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:10:54.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all Keep our New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I'll lose those last ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride that pretty pink bike&lt;br /&gt;I got for my Birthday/Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I'll read more and watch less TV&lt;br /&gt;(except for Glee, of course, don't want to miss a second)&lt;br /&gt;I'll not yell at my boys for reading over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and making fun of my blog-That means you AARON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-1998321053269756559?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/1998321053269756559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=1998321053269756559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/1998321053269756559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/1998321053269756559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-all-keep-our-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Let&apos;s all Keep our New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-7641918186424632065</id><published>2009-12-25T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:55:49.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PwDLfxoXQgg/S0EfxEFLVhI/AAAAAAAADWI/4L-h6FQBtvQ/s640/Christmas2009-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PwDLfxoXQgg/S0EfxEFLVhI/AAAAAAAADWI/4L-h6FQBtvQ/s640/Christmas2009-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PwDLfxoXQgg/S0Ef_XTxMgI/AAAAAAAADWU/tNzUJ9iQLQo/s640/Christmas2009-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PwDLfxoXQgg/S0Ef_XTxMgI/AAAAAAAADWU/tNzUJ9iQLQo/s640/Christmas2009-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture mainly because not one of my munchkins is looking at the camera.  Even Aaron who is faced toward the camera has averted his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-7641918186424632065?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/7641918186424632065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=7641918186424632065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7641918186424632065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7641918186424632065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2010/04/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PwDLfxoXQgg/S0EfxEFLVhI/AAAAAAAADWI/4L-h6FQBtvQ/s72-c/Christmas2009-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4012538079875747537</id><published>2009-12-22T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:48:01.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on Mom's and Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZQNeD7EhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OKjuODfX8zY/s1600-h/December+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZQNeD7EhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OKjuODfX8zY/s400/December+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424110993552380434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Picture of Paul and my Mom.  Paul is the favorite even though mom insists that she doesn't have a favorite.  It's okay with me though because I'm the favorite girl.  Just kidding(kinda)  If mom reads this she'll be mad because she hates favoritism.  She was always really fair with us but given the fact that Paul was twelve when I left home for good she had a lot of one on one time with him and he's been good to her throughout her many Multiple Sclerosis episodes.  Having three boys myself I understand the bond between moms and sons.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-You-Forever-Robert-Munsch/dp/0920668372"&gt;Love you Forever&lt;/a&gt; by Robert Munsch helps explain some of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZS-jc6H7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2crSkbfu9ZQ/s1600-h/LoveYouForever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZS-jc6H7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2crSkbfu9ZQ/s400/LoveYouForever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424114035836198834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  When putting the boys to bed I've often repeated the words from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living,&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Eddie don't like being called babies though so I'll say their name instead of Baby.  Or when they say it to me they'll replace baby with "Momma".  To me it is one of the sweet wonderful moments of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZUe3s-9YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yq6sT5Ebzhs/s1600-h/May+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZUe3s-9YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yq6sT5Ebzhs/s200/May+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424115690539775362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZU_MK8TvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AjK9bFykMwQ/s1600-h/May+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZU_MK8TvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AjK9bFykMwQ/s200/May+163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424116245789953778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZVYYYMhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6iyousUzfws/s1600-h/December+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZVYYYMhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6iyousUzfws/s200/December+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424116678563497138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4012538079875747537?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4012538079875747537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4012538079875747537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4012538079875747537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4012538079875747537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-thoughts-on-moms-and-sons.html' title='My thoughts on Mom&apos;s and Sons'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/S0ZQNeD7EhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OKjuODfX8zY/s72-c/December+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4178472612025918297</id><published>2009-12-13T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:30:38.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew saving money for college was so easy?</title><content type='html'>So I've finally joined upromise.com.  All of you mom's out there that like to shop on-line should try it too.  I've already saved 18.00 just by doing normal Christmas shopping and that's only in the past couple of weeks.  I wish I'd joined sooner.  If you don't have anyone to save for feel free to click on the link below and help me save.  However I'd definitely recommend joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upromise.com/guest/2234556427"&gt;http://www.upromise.com/guest/2234556427&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 2/7/2010 I've saved over $70.  I'm so glad I joined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4178472612025918297?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4178472612025918297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4178472612025918297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4178472612025918297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4178472612025918297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-knew-saving-money-for-college-was.html' title='Who knew saving money for college was so easy?'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-862069202484789090</id><published>2009-12-06T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:59:26.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Favortie Time of Year</title><content type='html'>From about April on through the beginning of January I love life here in the Northwest.  Come February though I'm ready for Spring to come back.  Reasons I love this time of year...&lt;br /&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween, seriously does it get much better than taking your kids door to door begging for candy?  This past Halloween though Ian and I were both sick and so Ian didn't even get to really have his first Halloween.  I didn't even dress him up in the cute pumpkin sweatshirt that I've used on both of the other boys.  So I guess we'll celebrate his first Halloween next year.  So despite the lack of celebrating due to illness Halloween rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple weeks later I get to celebrate my birthday.  I threw myself(with the help of friends) a first 29th birthday party.  Which I joke about not wanting to turn 30 next year but seriously, what's the big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after my birthday I get to have Thanksgiving and seriously it's my favorite meal of the year.  Then I get to go shopping the day after Thanksgiving which to me is a lot of fun.  I usually end up talking to the random people waiting in line next to me and just enjoy the whole experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after Thanksgiving weekend we celebrate Aaron's birthday and from there we rush full force into decorating the house, wrapping presents and baking for Christmas.  But if it's my favorite time of year why do I turn into the Christmas Nazi?  Seriously the boys were trying to help me decorate the Christmas tree this afternoon and I wanted them to help and enjoy but yet I found myself being short with them and frustrated in general.  Surely this is not what Christmas is all about.  I guess there is always tomorrow and I'll try to be nicer and put into action the spirit that should go with Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-862069202484789090?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/862069202484789090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=862069202484789090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/862069202484789090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/862069202484789090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-favortie-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s My Favortie Time of Year'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-780551968586032774</id><published>2009-08-02T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:33:34.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it....</title><content type='html'>that Aaron and Eddie insist on wrestling in the pews at church during Sacrament meeting when both Michael and I are at church with Ian.  However today when Michael and Ian stayed home from church Aaron and Eddie were practically angels.  Maybe they were good today because I threatened to take away all of their pokemon cards.  Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-780551968586032774?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/780551968586032774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=780551968586032774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/780551968586032774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/780551968586032774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it....'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-8005295640994811424</id><published>2009-06-22T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:06:02.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Fiasco</title><content type='html'>So this is the second year in a row that I've (ME not Michael or the kids) set off the smoke alarm while cooking bacon.  Isn't that supposed to happen on Mother's Day with the Dad burning things.  However Mother's day breakfast is gorgeous because Michael makes great omelets.  Maybe I just am not cut out for cooking in the morning.  The times I do make waffles and pancakes for the kids it's usually for lunch or dinner.  I'm a great cook, at least I think so, but I'm a better baker and I don't usually do either before 10am.  The times I make cinnamon rolls and breakfast casseroles I make the night before so all I have to do in the morning is stick them in the oven.  Anyway I just wanted to know if any one else has set off the smoke alarm cooking bacon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-8005295640994811424?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/8005295640994811424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=8005295640994811424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8005295640994811424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8005295640994811424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-fiasco.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Fiasco'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-6507023761220119423</id><published>2009-06-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:39:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's Graduation from Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Si8q2IdQmHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GT2IfYQgglQ/s1600-h/Kindergrad2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Si8q2IdQmHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GT2IfYQgglQ/s400/Kindergrad2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345538392183576690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Si8qrRkcOVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yS6koeNGx6U/s1600-h/Kindergrad.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Si8qrRkcOVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yS6koeNGx6U/s400/Kindergrad.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345538205651056978" 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/1808036748171200995-6507023761220119423?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/6507023761220119423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=6507023761220119423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6507023761220119423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6507023761220119423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/06/aarons-graduation-from-kindergarten.html' title='Aaron&apos;s Graduation from Kindergarten'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Si8q2IdQmHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GT2IfYQgglQ/s72-c/Kindergrad2.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-6867452943008981677</id><published>2009-06-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:33:47.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's 8 Weeks Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SiQ6y8LLVKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_LGXCb6N1g8/s1600-h/May+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SiQ6y8LLVKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_LGXCb6N1g8/s400/May+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342459704789128354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian's 8 Weeks Old Today and I thought I'd put a more updated picture of him.  This is from last week with Michael at the Little North Fork Hike we did on Memorial Day.  He's starting to smile and getting big quick.  So big in fact that he's always hungry and that's why I never have time to update my blog.  Anyway just thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-6867452943008981677?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/6867452943008981677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=6867452943008981677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6867452943008981677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6867452943008981677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/06/ians-8-weeks-today.html' title='Ian&apos;s 8 Weeks Today'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SiQ6y8LLVKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_LGXCb6N1g8/s72-c/May+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-423505520280105301</id><published>2009-04-24T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:58:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SfHvX873cZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lrf6DcC-O3Y/s1600-h/hitler__watercolours_lon817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SfHvX873cZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lrf6DcC-O3Y/s400/hitler__watercolours_lon817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328303028929261970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Hitler's &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090423/ap_on_re_eu/eu_britain_hitler_watercolors"&gt;artwork went to auction&lt;/a&gt; and people actually paid money for it.  Granted they didn't pay as much as say a work of a true master but I was shocked.  After all of the books and artwork he burned up during his frightful reign I believe it only fair to burn all of his works.  I'm not much into censorship but when it comes to this man's evil and destruction I don't think his work deserves any such honors as being allowed to continue to exist.  Anyway I just thought I'd spout off my thoughts on this.  Maybe I'm silly for thinking this and then bothering to even post a picture by him but I need visual aids when posting.  It's just habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-423505520280105301?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/423505520280105301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=423505520280105301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/423505520280105301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/423505520280105301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/04/burn-it-all.html' title='Burn it all'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SfHvX873cZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lrf6DcC-O3Y/s72-c/hitler__watercolours_lon817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-1679370803649237928</id><published>2009-04-09T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:43:24.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story of a Long Labor of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sd7OELNGqJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sYvbbi-pNFI/s1600-h/Meg_Ian_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sd7OELNGqJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sYvbbi-pNFI/s400/Meg_Ian_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322918380721055890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks of contractions Ian was born.  I'm so happy he is finally here and loving every minute of his sweet personality.  I'd love to say more but really I should be sleeping since he is already been asleep for about an hour.  Thanks for all the well wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-1679370803649237928?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/1679370803649237928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=1679370803649237928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/1679370803649237928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/1679370803649237928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-story-of-long-labor-of-love.html' title='Short Story of a Long Labor of Love'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sd7OELNGqJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sYvbbi-pNFI/s72-c/Meg_Ian_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-3233336438328244058</id><published>2009-04-06T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:40:29.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up way too early and yet still not sure if I'm in labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SdoR2Bsyr1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/xG6xOqMOQEM/s1600-h/March+Pic+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SdoR2Bsyr1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/xG6xOqMOQEM/s400/March+Pic+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585529558576978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UPDATE: It was labor and I had him Monday night at 10:53pm.  Ian was 8 lbs 9 oz, 2 weeks early and 20.5 inches long.  Maybe someday I'll give all the details from my point of view but you can check out Michael's blog for the details from his point of view for now.  Thursday April 9th 2:40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  We're going to head to the hospital for the third time in two weeks.  I hope this is the real thing or I'm going to be really disappointed.  Monday April 6th 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with two false alarms already under my belt this pregnancy I'm having trouble deciding whether this is the real thing or not.  I've been up since 3am having regular painful contractions but it wouldn't be the first time in the last two weeks.  I've decided that I want to wait until I just can't possibly stand it anymore before I go in this time.  We'll see.  To kill some time I'll post a picture of my very pregnant belly from two weeks ago when I went to see Wicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-3233336438328244058?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/3233336438328244058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=3233336438328244058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3233336438328244058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3233336438328244058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-way-too-early-and-yet-still-not-sure.html' title='Up way too early and yet still not sure if I&apos;m in labor'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SdoR2Bsyr1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/xG6xOqMOQEM/s72-c/March+Pic+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-3201427278244475874</id><published>2009-03-31T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:54:58.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>False or really long labor?</title><content type='html'>UPDATE:  So went to the Dr. this afternoon and no change since Sunday night.  Oh well I guess it's just a matter of patience.  Also the doctor said that they should be able to induce me on Easter or close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I've been having fairly regular contractions since last Monday the 23rd.  Michael and I went to the hospital where they confirmed yes I was having contractions anywhere from 2-4 minutes apart however they were not doing anything productive and I was only 1 centimeter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;.  I went to my regular appointment on Wednesday and had only progressed a half centimeter.  On Thursday I had an ultrasound done and they estimated Ian at being 7 lbs 13 oz.  So anyone who voted for a smaller baby it looks like you're going to be wrong.  Those estimates can be 6 to 8 oz off so I guess he could have been only 7 lbs 5 oz but that was almost a week ago so I'm guessing he's closer to at least 8 lbs now.  Anyway so I've tried everything under the sun to get this baby here including eating spicy Indian food on Thursday night, finding supposed pressure points (then pressing on them until I bruised), taking 1 Tblsp of Castor Oil on Friday and then 2 Tblsps on Monday, walking all over various shopping venues, as well as other recommended activities for inducing labor.  I GIVE UP!  So Sunday evening (the contractions always get worse in the evenings) we went to the hospital again.  I was at a 2.5 when I first got there and had progressed a little the second time the doctor checked me where I was about a 3 and 60% effaced.  He said to walk around and sit in one of the hospitals jacuzzi tubs and see if that helped me progress so more and he'd check again and if I had progressed he'd break my water.  So I did all that, the pains got worse and I was crying for an epideral.  However when the doctor checks me again he said not only had I not progressed but that Ian's head was up higher than it was before and in a position that even if he wanted to break my water he couldn't.  Oh how I cried.  I think the doctor was genuinely disappointed for me since he knew I was in pain and sick of these contractions.  So I'm off to the doctor again in a few hours and I'm hoping he'll say I've progressed but I'm not counting on it.  We'll keep you posted.  No news means he hasn't come yet.  We'll send out an e-mail and or update our blogs within an hour of his birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-3201427278244475874?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/3201427278244475874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=3201427278244475874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3201427278244475874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3201427278244475874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/03/false-or-really-long-labor.html' title='False or really long labor?'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-590235203930639661</id><published>2009-03-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:49:38.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who did it?</title><content type='html'>Who voted that I would be over due?  Whoever you are and I've got a pretty good guess who you are, you're mean.  Yes Michael I'm talking about you.  I know you're just trying to keep my expectations low but come on do you really want me to have to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cesarean&lt;/span&gt;, because Ian's too big for me to push out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-590235203930639661?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/590235203930639661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=590235203930639661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/590235203930639661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/590235203930639661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-did-it.html' title='Who did it?'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-8817974714955596104</id><published>2009-03-15T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:08:40.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Weeks and Counting</title><content type='html'>Well I've been telling people for a while now that I'm due next month but in all truthfulness I wonder if maybe I will be permanently pregnant.  My official due date is April 19th but I really don't plan on going that long.  I will do everything in my power to have Ian on or BEFORE April 16th.  I don't know what my hurry is we don't even have the crib set up and it's not like I'll be sleeping better once he gets here either.  I think part of it has to do with the fact that both of the other boys were each early and have set my expectations that I won't have to carry this baby to my due date.  I am measuring 37 cms and since you are supposedly supposed to measure cms equal to the week you are pregnant(I was 34.5 weeks at the time) my health care provider is concerned that I may be having a huge baby.  Seriously I don't want a huge baby, big healthy babies are great but he doesn't need to be huge.  I think anywhere in the 7lbs range would be idea that way he could fit in the newborn sizes just for a few days at least.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sb2fP86GLOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dAyfHmk_Yeo/s1600-h/IMG_1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sb2fP86GLOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dAyfHmk_Yeo/s400/IMG_1909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313578231763709154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We'll just have to wait and see.  Your guess could be better than mine so don't forget to participate in the poll.&lt;br /&gt;The following two pics show me first &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sb2hDBYZpbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zHiZ3-yjC8o/s1600-h/Feb+Pic+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sb2hDBYZpbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zHiZ3-yjC8o/s400/Feb+Pic+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313580208649512370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 months ago in Mid November and the second shows me this morning before church.  As you can tell my belly has grown "just a little".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-8817974714955596104?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/8817974714955596104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=8817974714955596104' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8817974714955596104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8817974714955596104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-weeks-and-counting.html' title='5 Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/Sb2fP86GLOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dAyfHmk_Yeo/s72-c/IMG_1909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-5103301670749880690</id><published>2009-01-02T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:07:54.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Meg Has Tied The Knot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SV7kJrlYdNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rkSIyqRA1AY/s1600-h/Pringle+Christmas+Party+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SV7kJrlYdNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rkSIyqRA1AY/s400/Pringle+Christmas+Party+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286913867549013202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After sharing first, middle and last names for the past 8+ years.  Little Megan, Michael's youngest sibling, has married and thus changed her name.  No more confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-5103301670749880690?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/5103301670749880690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=5103301670749880690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/5103301670749880690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/5103301670749880690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-meg-has-tied-knot.html' title='Little Meg Has Tied The Knot'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SV7kJrlYdNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rkSIyqRA1AY/s72-c/Pringle+Christmas+Party+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4269908741558006888</id><published>2008-12-01T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:03:57.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael was right he only knows how to make BOYS.</title><content type='html'>It's a boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4269908741558006888?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4269908741558006888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4269908741558006888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4269908741558006888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4269908741558006888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/12/michael-was-right-he-only-knows-how-to.html' title='Michael was right he only knows how to make BOYS.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-7779826577294018883</id><published>2008-09-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:00:19.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul is HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkejV-20-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/O9FWrcMhS7k/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkejV-20-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/O9FWrcMhS7k/s400/DSC01730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249260433222063074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4215047&amp;amp;l=d7a80&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4215049&amp;amp;l=f1d56&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;my little brother&lt;/a&gt;) served a 2 year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Ghana Accra Mission in Africa.  He &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4215051&amp;amp;l=b6a42&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;flew home&lt;/a&gt; last weekend and &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4215046&amp;amp;l=175b8&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;we had a great time&lt;/a&gt; with him.  I'm so glad he's home safe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkeRtZhzgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZiuT3twn5p4/s1600-h/Ultrasound+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkeRtZhzgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZiuT3twn5p4/s400/Ultrasound+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249260130270301698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom waiting for Paul, Nichole and Dad to walk off the plane.  Dad and Nichole flew to Accra to spend the last week of Paul's mission seeing the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sara(my sister) made the signs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkfWR_GWmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_locbcR1fzQ/s1600-h/Ultrasound+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkfWR_GWmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_locbcR1fzQ/s400/Ultrasound+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249261308322667106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared(my older brother) holding one of the signs Sara made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkfFpMm5-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SGfachwaydI/s1600-h/Ultrasound+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkfFpMm5-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SGfachwaydI/s400/Ultrasound+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249261022495565794" 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/1808036748171200995-7779826577294018883?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/7779826577294018883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=7779826577294018883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7779826577294018883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7779826577294018883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/09/paul-is-home.html' title='Paul is HOME'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkejV-20-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/O9FWrcMhS7k/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-35111916954803537</id><published>2008-09-17T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:48:39.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Guess What</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNEljEa_0MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KUi4F34r54g/s1600-h/Ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNEljEa_0MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KUi4F34r54g/s400/Ultrasound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016325275963586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little kidney bean.  It was cool I'd never had an ultrasound quite so early.  We could see the little heart fluttering.  Just in case you were wondering, because weirdly several people have asked, this is a planned pregnancy.  Aaron will be 6 and Edward will be 4 by the time number three comes along.  We're all really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNEhS3PzLAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EBcoXkTY7Ko/s1600-h/Pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNEhS3PzLAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EBcoXkTY7Ko/s400/Pregnant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247011648814918658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at what I got in the mail yesterday.  I thought it was just so funny that I got a letter in the mail telling me I was pregnant. Anyway I thought I might as well blog it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-35111916954803537?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/35111916954803537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=35111916954803537' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/35111916954803537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/35111916954803537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-guess-what.html' title='Hey Guess What'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNEljEa_0MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KUi4F34r54g/s72-c/Ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-7338406715576349725</id><published>2008-09-09T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:02:48.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's First Day of Kinder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkhEVSsbpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cRlbCValmd8/s1600-h/Ultrasound+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkhEVSsbpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cRlbCValmd8/s400/Ultrasound+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249263198995771026" 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/1808036748171200995-7338406715576349725?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/7338406715576349725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=7338406715576349725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7338406715576349725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7338406715576349725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/09/aarons-first-day-of-kinder.html' title='Aaron&apos;s First Day of Kinder'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkhEVSsbpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cRlbCValmd8/s72-c/Ultrasound+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4700888234602848360</id><published>2008-09-01T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:10:21.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least Someone Got a Bath</title><content type='html'>I've not been feeling too hot the last couple of days.  I was laying down reading and Eddie decided to jump in bed with me and cuddle but before too long he was asleep.  Since we're having the missionaries and friends for dinner, I figured I should probably bathe and at least smell presentable.  I left Eddie asleep in my bed, cleaned out all the toys, wiped out the tub and started the bath water.  In case you didn't know Michael and I have a great big jacuzzi bathtub in our master bath that I use a couple of times a year and it empties out the water heater just to fill it.  So the water's running and I go down stairs to grab a yogurt and my water bottle.  When I get back to the bedroom I notice Eddie's no longer asleep in my bed, his clothes are strewn on the floor and he's sitting in my full bathtub, surrounded by toys.  After sensing me nearby, he looks up with those adorable blue eyes of his and I tell him, "That was my bath."  His reply is, "Want to share, it's good to share."  &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4012213&amp;amp;l=d56ae&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; my 5 and 3/4 year old would attest that sharing a bath with Eddie is gross because sometimes he pees in the water.  So of course I declined.  My dreams of lounging in a warm bath with the jets running and reading a book are squashed.  So I guess I'm blogging while I wait for the water heater to refill with hot water so that I can take a rushed Shower before our dinner guests get here.  The sacrifices I make for my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4700888234602848360?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4700888234602848360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4700888234602848360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4700888234602848360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4700888234602848360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-least-someone-got-bath.html' title='At Least Someone Got a Bath'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-5129417979451296704</id><published>2008-08-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:27:56.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkYMxI2egI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/udK3trAfBWY/s1600-h/Ultrasound+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkYMxI2egI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/udK3trAfBWY/s400/Ultrasound+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249253448304982530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took the boys to Enchanted Forest.  Lot's of fun but it's no Disneyland.  However they're still young we'll hold Disneyland so when they do go it's a really big deal.  Aaron and Eddie were the perfect age and height for Enchanted Forest.  Still small enough to ride on the kiddie rides again and again by themselves and also big enough to ride on all the other rides a few times with mom.  However the Log Plume had a two ride limit for me.  Having my stomach go up into my chest isn't a feeling I enjoy so much when I'm pregnant.  The rest of the time I love rides (just ask Michael about going to Lagoon last summer while in Utah).  Anyway here are a couple of pics of the cutie pies having according to Aaron, "The most fun ever".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkWQddEgNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a-Stvtp6_HE/s1600-h/Ultrasound+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkWQddEgNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a-Stvtp6_HE/s400/Ultrasound+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249251312717299922" 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/1808036748171200995-5129417979451296704?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/5129417979451296704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=5129417979451296704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/5129417979451296704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/5129417979451296704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/08/enchanted-friday.html' title='Enchanted Friday'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SNkYMxI2egI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/udK3trAfBWY/s72-c/Ultrasound+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-7802402791114028839</id><published>2008-08-25T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:40:51.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has my summer gone?</title><content type='html'>Missing one summer vacation.  If you know where it is please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="vertbar"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" class="g"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" class="w"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seriously I think most of my summer has been spent on Facebook.  But here is a list of some of the fun things we've done recently that I'm too lazy to do a post for each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="vertbar"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" class="g"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to &lt;a href="http://bizanbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/private-sherwood-estate-enchanted.html"&gt;Sherwood&lt;/a&gt; and visiting with &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3906938&amp;amp;l=164bb&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;, her three sons and &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3906935&amp;amp;l=cce0f&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;new daughter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3930878&amp;amp;l=e20ee&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;Volleyball&lt;/a&gt; almost every Tuesday and Thursday night all summer long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several pool days courtesy of good friends with pool memberships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of days just hanging out at home while friends come over to play with us.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOhZ_fLUkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XTzZdDle7z0/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOhZ_fLUkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XTzZdDle7z0/s400/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238708259473019458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Library, Costco, and park outings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOiet8WUGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wXXYXZ_Weqw/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOiet8WUGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wXXYXZ_Weqw/s400/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238709440174510178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family Ward Camp out at Beverly Beach with &lt;a href="http://bizanbandit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bizanbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/vlogin.html"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bizanbandit.blogspot.com/2008/08/eddie-misanthrope.html"&gt;Edward&lt;/a&gt; (This would have been much more fun if I wasn't stressed about planning it.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOdSGeIYJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MulY1D5CSaM/s1600-h/IMG_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOdSGeIYJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MulY1D5CSaM/s320/IMG_1502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238703725862215826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th of July Breakfast with &lt;a href="http://bizanbandit.blogspot.com/2008/07/desert-dwelling.html"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt; out of town visiting his family in Utah (again this would have been more fun if I wasn't planning it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3530306&amp;amp;l=7f08e&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;Ten year high school class reunion&lt;/a&gt; with Susan (Lots of fun because I wasn't planning it.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOb5SW-VVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RpjueJZNs58/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOb5SW-VVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RpjueJZNs58/s320/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238702200045065554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3530020&amp;amp;l=446d0&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;Many&lt;/a&gt; girls nights out with the &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3668629&amp;amp;l=5efc1&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;funnest women on earth.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOeMEuEdmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jTsaSBaBtRQ/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOeMEuEdmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jTsaSBaBtRQ/s320/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238704721824609890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plenty of &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3530032&amp;amp;l=25f34&amp;amp;id=842565301"&gt;parties&lt;/a&gt; and BBQ's.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOjCf_WpqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2ksLOh1TaJ4/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOjCf_WpqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2ksLOh1TaJ4/s400/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238710054904309410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-7802402791114028839?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/7802402791114028839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=7802402791114028839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7802402791114028839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7802402791114028839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Where has my summer gone?'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SLOhZ_fLUkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XTzZdDle7z0/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4486560094754596439</id><published>2008-07-16T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:44:09.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Waldport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SH6NyssoahI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GqwZ2FU1it8/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SH6NyssoahI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GqwZ2FU1it8/s200/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223768519927687698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I got away for the weekend, without kids, thanks to fabulous Aunt Melissa.  It was great we stayed with one of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SH6PXomFm7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6zGLC8Sa0wU/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SH6PXomFm7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6zGLC8Sa0wU/s200/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223770253993286578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael's co-workers, Shirley and her husband Kent.  We had a great time with a few walks on the beach and a beautiful view from Cape Perpetua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SH6PYyDyOqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qqPSMgHFYs0/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SH6PYyDyOqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qqPSMgHFYs0/s200/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223770273713633954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this cool little stone shelter that I thought was just so fun I wanted to make it my new hide out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home from the beach we stopped at Spirit Mountain Casino for their buffet.  I think I tried a bite of almost everything.  Definitely worth it however if you get there before 3pm it's heaps cheaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4486560094754596439?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4486560094754596439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4486560094754596439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4486560094754596439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4486560094754596439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-waldport.html' title='Beautiful Waldport'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SH6NyssoahI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GqwZ2FU1it8/s72-c/Picture+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-7353000390542396548</id><published>2008-07-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:44:10.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training is the Pits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0jgtL8jwI/AAAAAAAAADE/VzBQLWdGFow/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0jgtL8jwI/AAAAAAAAADE/VzBQLWdGFow/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218866587984760578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7/29/08 Update&lt;/span&gt; Eddie is completely potty trained including keeping dry at night.  He hasn't peed the bed once since taking away his pull-ups.  He goes to the bathroom all by himself now.  The main problem we have is that he doesn't put his underwear back on after he's done.  He'll come running out of the bathroom with nothing covering down there whether we have guests over or not.  Hey but at least he's doing all of his business in the toilet and I'm not having to clean it up anymore.  NO MORE DIAPERS!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well for at least not for nine months or more, meaning I'm not prego yet)&lt;/span&gt;.  I've got to say waiting to potty train until the kid is a little older is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've started potty training the Word.  He's been in underwear for about a week and a half and still has yet to go number two in the toilet.  Yuck!  Seriously this has to be one of my least favorite parts of motherhood.   But maybe he can pay me back for all the diapers he's used by becoming an underwear model.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0jgyMGrWI/AAAAAAAAADM/vZs7StA5S8Y/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0jgyMGrWI/AAAAAAAAADM/vZs7StA5S8Y/s200/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218866589327600994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0jhqssUpI/AAAAAAAAADU/Xszcn9CTWQo/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0jhqssUpI/AAAAAAAAADU/Xszcn9CTWQo/s200/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218866604496671378" 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/1808036748171200995-7353000390542396548?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/7353000390542396548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=7353000390542396548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7353000390542396548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/7353000390542396548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/07/potty-training-is-pits.html' title='Potty Training is the Pits'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0jgtL8jwI/AAAAAAAAADE/VzBQLWdGFow/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-814360260983383130</id><published>2008-06-22T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:44:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie and Andy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0nJsdbipI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IyHc6Ga3uSo/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0nJsdbipI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IyHc6Ga3uSo/s200/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218870590699178642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0l3qy8QqI/AAAAAAAAADc/JMNgjC3CZ9k/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0l3qy8QqI/AAAAAAAAADc/JMNgjC3CZ9k/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218869181503259298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0l3_JWsLI/AAAAAAAAADk/azVa0C_6awo/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0l3_JWsLI/AAAAAAAAADk/azVa0C_6awo/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218869186965975218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I made the drive up north to my friend Julie's Wedding.  She was gorgeous as brides tend to be.  Our mutual friend Alan was there with his wife Kristen.  They were pretty much the only people Michael and I talked to.  I tried to take a picture of Alan but he has this thing about not being normal.   So it took a few tries.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0ng9Dr2cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jhoFED--hUc/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0ng9Dr2cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jhoFED--hUc/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218870990291589570" 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/1808036748171200995-814360260983383130?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/814360260983383130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=814360260983383130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/814360260983383130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/814360260983383130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/06/julie-and-andys-wedding.html' title='Julie and Andy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SG0nJsdbipI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IyHc6Ga3uSo/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4668127367664979529</id><published>2008-06-19T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:24:08.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalyse's Surprise Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>As per Shalyse's request I've put this little video of her surprise shower that Gina and I threw for her.  Her reaction was priceless however I don't think I got the best angle for the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82bd1bad8a014422" 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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82bd1bad8a014422%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329933988%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12F120C5FC51FEF1F0712A49C20736A8B9834C8B.329DFF2624E3F6C680C561ABCEDEC5A70245A265%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82bd1bad8a014422%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkFVrEjqY61_dLJ5SQDySvu4TOXs&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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82bd1bad8a014422%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329933988%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12F120C5FC51FEF1F0712A49C20736A8B9834C8B.329DFF2624E3F6C680C561ABCEDEC5A70245A265%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82bd1bad8a014422%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkFVrEjqY61_dLJ5SQDySvu4TOXs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4668127367664979529?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4668127367664979529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4668127367664979529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4668127367664979529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4668127367664979529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/06/shalyses-surprise-baby-shower.html' title='Shalyse&apos;s Surprise Baby Shower'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-3509834681455629222</id><published>2008-06-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:44:11.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFgS7iIeEiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Zk3giFPKtbY/s1600-h/5th+Grade+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFgS7iIeEiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Zk3giFPKtbY/s400/5th+Grade+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212937382665261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I learned something.  I can fit 20+ people for a sit down dinner in my dining room.  Wow!  I think I should start having more dinner parties.  If only I could talk Michael into it.  I love having people around.  It was great we hosted 4(Josh, Merillee and their 3 kids; Nichole; Melissa, John and their 5 kids; Jared, Charlotte and their 2 kids) of my 7 siblings, as well as Grandma and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFgQk9cK74I/AAAAAAAAABA/m9nWsLomTHU/s1600-h/5th+Grade+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFgQk9cK74I/AAAAAAAAABA/m9nWsLomTHU/s200/5th+Grade+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212934795835404162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Booren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC had a blast with his cousins&lt;br /&gt;there were 12 kids i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFgR9p9ZrcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s1qlj2x1fsI/s1600-h/5th+Grade+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFgR9p9ZrcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s1qlj2x1fsI/s200/5th+Grade+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212936319614430658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Word just kind of wondered                 around eating strawberries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-3509834681455629222?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/3509834681455629222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=3509834681455629222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3509834681455629222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/3509834681455629222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFgS7iIeEiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Zk3giFPKtbY/s72-c/5th+Grade+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-6965780825950022383</id><published>2008-06-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:44:11.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Conference 2008</title><content type='html'>So since I put a picture in I figured I should probably also explain a little bit about the trip.  We decided t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFqS4QheV7I/AAAAAAAAABg/m1ELcaGvHaI/s1600-h/IMG_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFqS4QheV7I/AAAAAAAAABg/m1ELcaGvHaI/s320/IMG_0880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213641013840467890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat we should have a sister's trip so six of the women in our family including all Booren sister's and two sister in laws went to Utah for Women's Conference at BYU.  We had a lot of fun together despite a few bouts of PMS.  We even did a temple session in Salt Lake on Saturday morning.  Maybe we can do it again sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-6965780825950022383?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/6965780825950022383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=6965780825950022383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6965780825950022383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/6965780825950022383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/06/womens-conference-2008.html' title='Women&apos;s Conference 2008'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/SFqS4QheV7I/AAAAAAAAABg/m1ELcaGvHaI/s72-c/IMG_0880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-4709706549422852720</id><published>2008-06-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:02:45.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly boys</title><content type='html'>I have six boys and one girl this week.  My sister Melissa and her husband went to Hawaii and being the glutton I am, offered to watch her five kids.  She mentioned that I don't have a car big enough to take everyone anywhere and I laughed at her saying, "I'm not going anywhere with that many kids, we'll just stay at home for a week."  True to that statement so far we've stayed home.  If the weather is nicer maybe we'll all walk to the park tomorrow.  Right now the three youngest boys are playing on PBSkids.org laughing at the gas noises the teletubies make.  Little boy laughter is so sweet.  Got to love the fact that they'll laugh at almost anything.  I have to remind the boys that their ideas of funny are different than mine when they ask how come you're not laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-4709706549422852720?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/4709706549422852720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=4709706549422852720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4709706549422852720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/4709706549422852720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/06/silly-boys.html' title='Silly boys'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-8326533642607552994</id><published>2008-05-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:52:21.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love that AC likes to sing along with my music.  It kills me that he is so good at music when I suck so much.  I'm teaching myself to play the piano though so maybe some day that will all change.  Learning to play the piano on my own is really slow going but like anything it's fulfilling to do something you didn't think you could do.  Okay so why do people like to blog so much?  I've barely written a few sentences and I already feel like I'm rambling and there is no way anyone would want to read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-8326533642607552994?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/8326533642607552994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=8326533642607552994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8326533642607552994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/8326533642607552994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-that-ac-likes-to-sing-along-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808036748171200995.post-1924540798936993981</id><published>2007-07-24T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:16:52.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My page Sucks</title><content type='html'>Okay so I totally realize my site sucks.  If you want to know what's going on with me check out my myspace page which is much better at&lt;br /&gt;www.&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/megloveslife"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 2px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;myspace.com/megloveslife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Go to My husband Michael's site at&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bizanbandit.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1808036748171200995-1924540798936993981?l=capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/feeds/1924540798936993981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1808036748171200995&amp;postID=1924540798936993981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/1924540798936993981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1808036748171200995/posts/default/1924540798936993981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capitalcitymommameg.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-page-sucks.html' title='My page Sucks'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17697672279877434305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbAmLkyB26c/TEYwZtSs33I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MMtCN0W8un0/S220/IMGP1663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
