<?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-5042238596613100693</id><updated>2011-08-26T13:44:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ford Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3164093563473402865</id><published>2011-08-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:00:03.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happy Birthday to me, I turned 33! Good thing there's an App, to remind me of that"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you didn't get that, you are suppose to sing it to the tune of "Happy Birthday". I really did forget how old I was. A couple of days ago Mike was asking me how old I was turning? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure? After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; attempts at the math, which never works out right in my head anyway, Mike said "I bet there's an App for that". He was right. Now I will always be able to tell you how old I really am. Not that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to though!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QD-UnpemymE/TlcXKM4T0CI/AAAAAAAAAic/WW07qC4MfSQ/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645006121955741730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QD-UnpemymE/TlcXKM4T0CI/AAAAAAAAAic/WW07qC4MfSQ/s400/IMG_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find the older I get, the more anticipation I have for my own Birthday. I was honestly excited to celebrate my Birthday this year. I think it's because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a Mom. My needs usually come after everyone else. In a family with six kids, there usually isn't anything leftover. So, it's nice for a day, even if it is just one, to splurge and pamper myself. This year, a friend treated me to a pedicure, and I treated myself to an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eyebrow&lt;/span&gt; wax. Bye-bye &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uni brow&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645006118057682754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THfD7aSQdEE/TlcXJ-W8J0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/m87ErWnxDNU/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" /&gt; Afterwards, I met a group of friends for a tasty lunch at Hacienda Colorado. My Favorite! I honestly can't think of a better way to spend my Birthday. Thanks for a great day! And, one last "Happy Birthday", to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3164093563473402865?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3164093563473402865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3164093563473402865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3164093563473402865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3164093563473402865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-to-me-i-turned-33-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QD-UnpemymE/TlcXKM4T0CI/AAAAAAAAAic/WW07qC4MfSQ/s72-c/IMG_0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-2454364234299519601</id><published>2011-08-24T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:56:42.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cool, New Beginings, and a Bonk on the Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too cool for school, or at least pictures anyway. I promised not to follow Ethan all the way to school and embarrass him on his first day, if he would allow me just one simple photo in the front yard. He agreed. I don't know if he really had any other choice though! I seriously can't believe he is in the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I think the reason this is so strange to me, is because this is when you really start to remember life. The choices he makes, the friends he will meet, will more than likely last a lifetime. Some of my best and worst memories all occurred within the walls of Mueller Park Junior High School in Bountiful Utah. I hope in Ethan's case, there will be more good memories to be had than the bad ones. Either way, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to keep this kid from growing up on me. Oh, and BTW, he now wears a larger shoe size than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4imJg41S9s/TlV2JnsEjQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2xZ_b6wU2V8/s1600/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547615623515394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4imJg41S9s/TlV2JnsEjQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2xZ_b6wU2V8/s400/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss Sassy Pants started preschool this year. She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited for her first day! The only downfall is that she attends in the afternoon. So &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;I hear Monday, Wednesday and Friday is "When is it time for school?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey8op8nfdC0/TlV2JI-OhvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Nrxl_4bmW0E/s1600/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547607378167538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey8op8nfdC0/TlV2JI-OhvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Nrxl_4bmW0E/s400/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started at a new preschool this year. I have heard great things about their program, and it's always nice to have a change. We had to attend an orientation on the first day. There was one mom in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt;, obviously a regular, who felt the need to continually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interrupt&lt;/span&gt; with her own explanation of the program procedures. And when she wasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interrupting&lt;/span&gt;, she would be vigorously shaking her head in agreement to whatever was being said. It was super annoying and ultra distracting. I found myself paying more attention to her, waiting for what her next overly dramatic response would be, rather than listening to what may have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imperative&lt;/span&gt; information regarding my daughters education. I doubt it, but still. And in case you were wondering, yes, her kid is in the same class as mine. Should be an interesting year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAD9Ybq10E8/TlV2Ip5_QPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WYlXpEZLQkY/s1600/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547599038890226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAD9Ybq10E8/TlV2Ip5_QPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WYlXpEZLQkY/s400/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabrielle was so fascinated with the fact that her name was everywhere. On the board, on her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cubby&lt;/span&gt;, in the classroom, even the hook to hang her backpack. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIcVTNaylXI/TlV2ILgxanI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2IVnvUAOdR0/s1600/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547590880062066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIcVTNaylXI/TlV2ILgxanI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2IVnvUAOdR0/s400/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And what blog post of mine would be complete without a documented injury? This was the result of a big sister, we won't name which one, who tried to push Brady in the stroller down the front porch stairs. The worst part is that I wasn't home. Gasp! I guess my twelve year old needs a few more babysitting lessons. Oh heck, this could have just as easily happened even when I was home. No permanent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;damage,&lt;/span&gt; and another lesson learned... strollers can flip over and babies can land on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ri9V9PVxXPM/TlV2HapUN1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/6ZNuqqfdlO8/s1600/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644547577762559826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ri9V9PVxXPM/TlV2HapUN1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/6ZNuqqfdlO8/s400/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-2454364234299519601?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/2454364234299519601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=2454364234299519601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2454364234299519601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2454364234299519601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-cool-new-beginings-and-bonk-on-head.html' title='Too Cool, New Beginings, and a Bonk on the Head'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4imJg41S9s/TlV2JnsEjQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2xZ_b6wU2V8/s72-c/sara%2Biphone%2Bpics2%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-4193721627969129555</id><published>2011-08-09T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:17:43.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today our "Little Monster" turned one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmgOE0SI1CY/TkHwV3YiNWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bd87uJnH9Hk/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639052466879346018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmgOE0SI1CY/TkHwV3YiNWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bd87uJnH9Hk/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated his special day at the park with Cookie Monster cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639052463462741458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TthRXT2w2po/TkHwVqp89dI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Sk5pvhaUjjQ/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" /&gt;He had this thing with the eyes! It didn't take him long to realize the whole cupcake was yummy. And yes, I made them. Love tutorials. Love, Love, Love! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgLMNPHpbg/TkHwVQmqEHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/FGsmZXsBSw8/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639052456469598322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgLMNPHpbg/TkHwVQmqEHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/FGsmZXsBSw8/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had plenty of hugs and kisses all day, from just about everyone. The girls even told their teachers at school about his monster party. As if they don't already think we are crazy enough! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2EQ9Cz3-t4/TkHwVLuwmbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7cH4IgN25Tw/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639052455161403826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2EQ9Cz3-t4/TkHwVLuwmbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7cH4IgN25Tw/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great time celebrating Brady's first year.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine our family without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXnxzvgaCtc/TkHwU0escuI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PNyNHCaBD_4/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639052448920007394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXnxzvgaCtc/TkHwU0escuI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PNyNHCaBD_4/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Big Guy!&lt;br /&gt;We sure love you.&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-4193721627969129555?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4193721627969129555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=4193721627969129555' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4193721627969129555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4193721627969129555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-brady.html' title='Happy Birthday Brady!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmgOE0SI1CY/TkHwV3YiNWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bd87uJnH9Hk/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-737525959070358505</id><published>2011-08-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:22:17.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; been a great summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, let's be honest. It was a little too long and drawn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live for this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love my children, and I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But even &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; are ready to go back after a few weeks of Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wouldn't? New shoes, clothes, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; (this year) backpacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It really is Christmas in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isabella-1st Grade&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638957882044624690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YM22NTsdD1Y/TkGaUTaorzI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AhaTXxBQNlE/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" /&gt;Madison-3rd Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmCCQaOfxnw/TkGaUGTSUWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uQ5M6FIvaUQ/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638957878524137826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmCCQaOfxnw/TkGaUGTSUWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uQ5M6FIvaUQ/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt;-5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POBh8H1Ee6Y/TkGaUMMIGuI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GvjjNc9n4NA/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638957880104721122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POBh8H1Ee6Y/TkGaUMMIGuI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GvjjNc9n4NA/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twinkle Toes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzGtEspUeLw/TkGaTyn5vpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2mL6HAbrPRg/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638957873241898642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzGtEspUeLw/TkGaTyn5vpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2mL6HAbrPRg/s400/IMG_0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can tell, it's going to be a great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-737525959070358505?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/737525959070358505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=737525959070358505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/737525959070358505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/737525959070358505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-2-school.html' title='Back 2 School'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YM22NTsdD1Y/TkGaUTaorzI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AhaTXxBQNlE/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-4204349327772198924</id><published>2011-06-02T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:24:38.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deductible Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Week our little guy was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJE5KwbA31o/TefgCJaKhvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ea_JgTBpHCk/s1600/P5252649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701788030633714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJE5KwbA31o/TefgCJaKhvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ea_JgTBpHCk/s400/P5252649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had RSV and had to stay in the hospital for two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701779964653010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6ZCnkRayRo/TefgBrXFbdI/AAAAAAAAAfM/nOKucJ1JpL4/s400/P5252653.JPG" /&gt;It was scary to see him struggling to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJlP7uLZFNM/TefgBX5eCFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TwsHC8tok2Y/s1600/P5252644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701774740162642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJlP7uLZFNM/TefgBX5eCFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TwsHC8tok2Y/s400/P5252644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things got much better once they gave him oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VI-8Nu_g1g4/TefgBMaRl4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/FsfWwRmgCpQ/s1600/P5252647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613701771656533890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VI-8Nu_g1g4/TefgBMaRl4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/FsfWwRmgCpQ/s400/P5252647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite feeling crumby, he was still such a happy little nugget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurses nicknamed him "The Faker". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are happy to have Brady back home. Still not 100%, but at least he can breath!&lt;br /&gt;And now, so can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-4204349327772198924?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4204349327772198924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=4204349327772198924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4204349327772198924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4204349327772198924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/06/deductible-met.html' title='Deductible Met'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJE5KwbA31o/TefgCJaKhvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ea_JgTBpHCk/s72-c/P5252649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3339864487708465743</id><published>2011-05-11T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:23:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a taste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8rHRlH53U0/Tcssio8hMVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/JqzA0L-fepM/s1600/P4232588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623134811140434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8rHRlH53U0/Tcssio8hMVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/JqzA0L-fepM/s400/P4232588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Goat(s)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGW1NbIngWk/TcssiVldOwI/AAAAAAAAAes/0S_neoTzO4Q/s1600/P4052554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623129614138114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGW1NbIngWk/TcssiVldOwI/AAAAAAAAAes/0S_neoTzO4Q/s400/P4052554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dress-Up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t2t9l1tcjw/TcssiY_alBI/AAAAAAAAAek/OS6DO1l-9Xk/s1600/P4042545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623130528322578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t2t9l1tcjw/TcssiY_alBI/AAAAAAAAAek/OS6DO1l-9Xk/s400/P4042545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The new maid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PSIC3XQ00s/Tcssh1ttTvI/AAAAAAAAAec/Teu1EkEa7nA/s1600/P1052468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605623121058811634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PSIC3XQ00s/Tcssh1ttTvI/AAAAAAAAAec/Teu1EkEa7nA/s400/P1052468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go ahead, ask...if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3339864487708465743?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3339864487708465743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3339864487708465743' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3339864487708465743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3339864487708465743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-taste.html' title='Just a taste...'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8rHRlH53U0/Tcssio8hMVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/JqzA0L-fepM/s72-c/P4232588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5083794751866080756</id><published>2011-04-01T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T19:28:49.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJvuC0Vq7vE/TZaJvfepoJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lyoJHU7bdFE/s1600/P8062213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590807436423962770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJvuC0Vq7vE/TZaJvfepoJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lyoJHU7bdFE/s400/P8062213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He reminds me not to take life &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was one of those mornings. Woke up with my list of "things to do", a long list at that. Rolled out of bed, threw some clothes on, began my day. Headed toward the kitchen to fetch myself some breakfast. I look up at the clock. It reads 10:30am. NO! It can't be. Look at another clock. Same result. Did I really sleep until 10:30am? CRAP! I am soooo behind. Grab the laptop and login. Hmmm. Suspicious. Lower right hand clock on the Sony Vaio reads 8:30am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meanwhile, Ethan still slumbers in his bed upstairs. I hear footsteps approaching from the basement, it's Mike..."I know, he got me too. I thought I missed my morning meeting". We both couldn't help but laugh. It didn't even occur to me that it was April 1st. Good thing I have an eleven year old that will never let me forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5083794751866080756?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5083794751866080756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5083794751866080756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5083794751866080756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5083794751866080756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool...'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJvuC0Vq7vE/TZaJvfepoJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lyoJHU7bdFE/s72-c/P8062213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-6635822769213926205</id><published>2011-03-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:05:12.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBzeWjbNHxM/TY_NpBt-OYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JuVsAvlHqjM/s1600/P3032501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588911767309662594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBzeWjbNHxM/TY_NpBt-OYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JuVsAvlHqjM/s400/P3032501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, I haven't blogged in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;really long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time. You know it's been a while when your blog is at the bottom of all your friends sidebars. Like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the very bottom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Sad thing is, I don't really have much to say. Just thought I would post a cute pic of my little nugget. Brady actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; resemble any part of a nugget anymore, more like a small fry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;More in another seven months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-6635822769213926205?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/6635822769213926205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=6635822769213926205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6635822769213926205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6635822769213926205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2011/03/yep-still-alive.html' title='Yep, Still Alive!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBzeWjbNHxM/TY_NpBt-OYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JuVsAvlHqjM/s72-c/P3032501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5229989281789397275</id><published>2010-08-29T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:14:46.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Sleep, Poop...Repeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/THr3NgO3-HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qAnjeLQKQcA/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510988905403906162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/THr3NgO3-HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qAnjeLQKQcA/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eat, sleep, poop, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up my last three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how time consuming babies are.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that no matter how much I plan ahead, I will always be late.&lt;br /&gt;It's now Brady's schedule, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;But, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I love to snuggle with him, smell him.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how fast time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to cherish these times.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even the sleepless nights and dirty diapers.&lt;br /&gt;I am content. Happy and content.&lt;br /&gt;So is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5229989281789397275?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5229989281789397275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5229989281789397275' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5229989281789397275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5229989281789397275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-sleep-pooprepeat.html' title='Eat, Sleep, Poop...Repeat.'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/THr3NgO3-HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qAnjeLQKQcA/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7377600732133161710</id><published>2010-07-27T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:30:58.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When are you due?"</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of starting my own maternity wear business. Perhaps a T-shirt line with quotes like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My due date is ___, so don't ask"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or how about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if I don't know you, don't tell me about your birthing experiences"! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I have been&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bombarded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this pregnancy by random &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;strangers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who feel obligated in some way to give me&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;"advice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or go into explicit detail of their own special deliveries. At first, I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;flattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that I could still be mistaken for a first-time mom to be. But, it's starting to get a little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while grocery shopping, an overweight, middle-aged, greasy woman, felt so inclined to share her delivery experience with me. I tried to be polite. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It didn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was at the other end of the cereal isle before she even realized I had started to walk away! She took a few quick, sharp turns to avoid the oatmeal and syrup display, and was soon back at my side to continue her story. By the time we reached the milk case,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vomit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had already started to climb the back of my throat. Saved by the fresh aroma of oranges, I quickly proceeded to the checkout stand to get as far away from this woman as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;don't get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don't go shopping in hopes that a seasoned woman will be there to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"enlighten"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me on this aspect of life. If I really want details about other women and their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;disgusting deliveries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...I will turn the T.V. on and watch TLC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7377600732133161710?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7377600732133161710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7377600732133161710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7377600732133161710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7377600732133161710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-are-you-due.html' title='&quot;When are you due?&quot;'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5561540957446281509</id><published>2010-07-18T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:55:40.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ethan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Ethan's birthday this year, he decided he was old enough to go visit family in Utah.  So for his "official" birthday yesterday, he wasn't home (sniff, sniff), but we were able to have a party for him before he left town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan really wanted to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chatfield&lt;/span&gt; to go boating for his party.  He invited a couple friends for a sleepover the night before, then we headed to the lake in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only everyday at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chatfield&lt;/span&gt; could be like this one.  So calm, great weather, nice water, hardly any other boaters...Perfect! Mike had me convinced this is why we own a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEN1j88CkVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2b4rOyj8M4c/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495365230835962194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEN1j88CkVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2b4rOyj8M4c/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan, Zach, and Trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEN1kV723LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rhsACAR7dvg/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495365237546081458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEN1kV723LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rhsACAR7dvg/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great day to celebrate turning 11. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We miss Ethan and cant wait for him to get home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5561540957446281509?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5561540957446281509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5561540957446281509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5561540957446281509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5561540957446281509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-ethan.html' title='Happy Birthday Ethan!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEN1j88CkVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2b4rOyj8M4c/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8559975559650783978</id><published>2010-07-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:42:41.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one's for you Korie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEEXxrko3xI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jQbfyhj4u6I/s1600/Isabellas+birthday+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494699162646142738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEEXxrko3xI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jQbfyhj4u6I/s400/Isabellas+birthday+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swore I would never do this, but words can't describe how I am feeling right now.  A picture says a thousand words though, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8559975559650783978?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8559975559650783978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8559975559650783978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8559975559650783978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8559975559650783978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/07/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TEEXxrko3xI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jQbfyhj4u6I/s72-c/Isabellas+birthday+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-4378902399673233724</id><published>2010-07-15T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:01:14.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no doubt that Isabella was a welcome addition to our family.  Although Ethan told everyone at school she was a boy, the two of them have had a special bond from the beginning.  Since the day we brought her home from the hospital, she has added a certain love for life and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in it.  I can't imagine our family without this cute girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3sw2iSoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0PG1ksaX81A/s1600/DVC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312050071063170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3sw2iSoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0PG1ksaX81A/s400/DVC00128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the day we brought Isabella home from the hospital.  It was also moving day.  And yes, there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; even enough time or energy to dress the kids.  But let's be honest, Ethan usually spent most of the day in his underwear anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3ssvE6zI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZV9dXh4mtFQ/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312048966036274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3ssvE6zI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZV9dXh4mtFQ/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it! This was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bella's&lt;/span&gt; first time to Lake Powell.  So content with her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capri&lt;/span&gt; sun, she spent hours just playing in the sand.  The hair is just an added bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3sAl-YgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ZLumfFYyLZo/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312037116699138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3sAl-YgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ZLumfFYyLZo/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her Uncle Brett use to say she has more personality than our family combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3rlRwdpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/V0lGK601PA4/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494312029784143506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3rlRwdpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/V0lGK601PA4/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know where the last five years have gone?  We are proud parents of a preschool graduate and are excited to see what the future holds for our sweet girl.  Here's to a Happy 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday and many more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-4378902399673233724?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4378902399673233724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=4378902399673233724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4378902399673233724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4378902399673233724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-bells.html' title='Happy Birthday Bells!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TD-3sw2iSoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0PG1ksaX81A/s72-c/DVC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3139473027540310268</id><published>2010-07-04T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:23:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BELOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever seen Mike's car? I refer to it only as "Mike's car", because I have nothing more to do with it after the events of yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me just start by taking a moment to highlight some of my favorite things about the beloved 1992 vintage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Acura&lt;/span&gt; Vigor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TDDq7T5D4JI/AAAAAAAAAas/ePVdulnMsHU/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490146250437419154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TDDq7T5D4JI/AAAAAAAAAas/ePVdulnMsHU/s400/059.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too bad from the outside...right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TDDq6phNRmI/AAAAAAAAAak/eOQBcDBvmRI/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490146239063082594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TDDq6phNRmI/AAAAAAAAAak/eOQBcDBvmRI/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This feature is by far my favorite...No exit handle on the driver side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike once took his car in for emission testing and conveniently forgot to tell the operator how to get out of his car.  After only a few minutes of brief panic and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;, the operator was able to escape, and quickly realized the entertainment factor for all waiting customers on the other side of the glass in the lobby. Needless to say, the car passed with flying colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TDDq6DHHSTI/AAAAAAAAAac/sVgyTWkMSsM/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490146228753090866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TDDq6DHHSTI/AAAAAAAAAac/sVgyTWkMSsM/s400/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The driver seat.  Appropriate looking for a car that has 300,000+ miles on it.  When Mike re-entered his vehicle for the first time after I had driven it, he asked in disgust why there was a towel over his seat?  I replied how I didn't like the way the foam felt on my sweaty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; butt after sitting in it for over an hour in 97 degree heat.  After all, the towel was probably the only thing that actually worked yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't complain too much.  I have known for sometime now, that this really is only Mike's car.  He has a special way with her, a gentle understanding between the two of them.  I clearly crossed a boundary yesterday, and I swear on my life, it won't happen again.  I can honestly say the next time it comes to taking Mike's car or riding my bike...I will gladly sew on my spandex and dust off the orange safety helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3139473027540310268?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3139473027540310268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3139473027540310268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3139473027540310268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3139473027540310268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/07/beloved.html' title='BELOVED'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/TDDq7T5D4JI/AAAAAAAAAas/ePVdulnMsHU/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8393338338021973962</id><published>2010-05-22T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:24:26.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXHAUSTED</title><content type='html'>I have always been a "glass half empty" kind of a girl.  I'll be honest, if things don't go as I choose or expected, a tantrum of sorts is in the making.  I think Mike has learned to adapt over the years.  He can see it coming, moves out of my way. I usually throw a few things, often say some choice words or slam a few doors, and then we get on with life.  Sometimes all I need is a good pout session, then I am fine.  Well, lately, I am not fine.  In fact, pouting has turned into an everyday life experience around our house.  It's really equivalent to walking on eggshells.  I see it, trust me, but I honestly can't control myself or figure out just what it is that I am so annoyed with.  I am literally annoyed with &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;!  These days, you really can't win with me.  I am all out of positives, considering I didn't have many to start with.  I feel overweight, overworked, under appreciated, underpaid, and downright exhausted.  So, if you need a heartfelt word of encouragement or appreciation...look somewhere else, you won't find it from me.  I suggest for the next 8 weeks, for your own health and safety, you stay as far away from me as possible.  Nothing good will come from being exposed to my unexplainable amounts of negativity.  And lets all hope that delivery is a cure, for every ones sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Please read the fine print&lt;/span&gt;:  This post is in no way a cry for your sympathy or compassionate service opportunity.  It is clearly a form of raw and true emotion not to be taken out of context. It is what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8393338338021973962?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8393338338021973962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8393338338021973962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8393338338021973962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8393338338021973962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/05/exhausted.html' title='EXHAUSTED'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3749508060409427040</id><published>2010-03-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:43:09.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Baldricks Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S6bYfqvwN8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vMqkYRnKKPA/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451282437540689858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S6bYfqvwN8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vMqkYRnKKPA/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling charitable? If so...click here &lt;a href="http://autumnburke.com/teamtuesday/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;http://autumnburke.com/teamtuesday/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Thank you to the Whitt family for letting us participate, rather witness, this event. Also, a huge whoo whoo, for all those who selflessly shaved their heads for a perfect cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you sweet Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stbaldricks.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;http://www.stbaldricks.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Search team Tuesday to make a donation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3749508060409427040?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3749508060409427040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3749508060409427040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3749508060409427040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3749508060409427040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-baldricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Baldricks Day!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S6bYfqvwN8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vMqkYRnKKPA/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-4071139707198778489</id><published>2010-03-09T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:50:27.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S5amZwj4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0cwCr1hSaIU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446723760813532770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S5amZwj4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0cwCr1hSaIU/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the verdict is....I have a lifetime immunity to parvovirus B19.&lt;br /&gt;No fifths disease for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, thanks for the extra stress! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-4071139707198778489?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4071139707198778489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=4071139707198778489' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4071139707198778489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4071139707198778489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-verdict-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S5amZwj4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0cwCr1hSaIU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-2222415781329153676</id><published>2010-03-02T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:13:47.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...for those who care.</title><content type='html'>Thursday, Feb. 25...Antibody titer test results due. No word from doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Feb. 26...Leave message on nurse line concerning lab results. Nurse returns call around 3pm. Informs me that my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AFP&lt;/span&gt; test good. Still no news regarding titer results. Should hear by Monday at the latest. Onset of cold symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Feb. 27...Still waiting. Isabella wakes from nap with "slapped cheek" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;. Another one bites the dust! My cold has e&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rupted&lt;/span&gt; to full blown flu symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Feb. 28...Mom out of commission. Concerned my chances of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;avoiding&lt;/span&gt; fifths disease has all but completely diminished.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 1...Waiting, waiting, waiting. Call to get voice mail, doctors office closed. Guess this means no lab results.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 2...Leave message first thing on nurse line. 4:45pm, call from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;littleton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; office. Sorry to inform me that there are no pending lab results. Someone screwed up, no one taking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. Apology, but can I come in tomorrow to draw more blood?&lt;br /&gt;Scheduled Wednesday, March 3, 9:30am, blood draw.&lt;br /&gt;Isabella now sporting lacy rash on trunk, arms, and legs. Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-2222415781329153676?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/2222415781329153676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=2222415781329153676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2222415781329153676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2222415781329153676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/03/updatefor-those-that-care.html' title='Update...for those who care.'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7360844554459905931</id><published>2010-02-23T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:16:33.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parvovirus What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last week, Abbi woke up with the strangest looking symptoms. Red cheeks and a lacy rash that covered her entire body. Itchy, annoying. We took her to Urgent care where they diagnosed it as probably being an allergic reaction of sorts. Possibly a virus. The doctor felt it was probably due to the cheap purple fingernail polish Abbi was sporting at the time, or one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt; of Valentine's Day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tattoo's&lt;/span&gt; that decorated her arms. Doctors orders: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Benadryl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday, a call from the school nurse. "Mrs. Ford, I think you need to come pick Madison up. She is complaining she doesn't feel well, and she has a rash on her limbs. Looks like fifths disease".&lt;br /&gt;A light bulb moment! I knew Abbi didn't have an allergic reaction. She is never that simple. I head straight to the computer. Google: Fifth disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fifths disease or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Parvovirus&lt;/span&gt; B19;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A mild rash illness that occurs most commonly in children. The ill child typically has a "slapped-cheek" rash on the face and a lacy red rash on the trunk and limbs. Occasionally, the rash may itch. An ill child may have a low-grade fever, malaise, or a "cold" a few days before the rash breaks out. The child is usually not very ill, and the rash resolves in 7 to 10 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The good news... once the rash appears, they are no longer contagious.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news...If I am infected, the virus can cause severe anemia to our unborn baby. 9 out of 10 result in miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today and they did a blood test to see if I am immune to the virus. I am hoping that at some point I have already been exposed and this will not be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;Now we play the waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7360844554459905931?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7360844554459905931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7360844554459905931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7360844554459905931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7360844554459905931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-week-abbi-woke-up-with-strangest.html' title='Parvovirus What?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-741936439442483941</id><published>2010-02-15T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:53:13.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S3oklKNx_fI/AAAAAAAAAZs/A1kbxvz-b2E/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438699720819211762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S3oklKNx_fI/AAAAAAAAAZs/A1kbxvz-b2E/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy President's day...and Valentine's day...and Chinese New Year (go dragon)! Okay, so if that's not enough, does anyone want girl scout cookies? Madison is a Girls Scout Daisy this year and is working towards her cookie badge, whatever that is? Between my nausea, lack of time, and down-right laziness...she hasn't sold a box. So if you feel sorry enough for Madison yet, I will be taking orders tomorrow night at the church, 7pm. Come find me! $3.25 a box, delivered on Friday. Any questions? Don't bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-741936439442483941?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/741936439442483941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=741936439442483941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/741936439442483941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/741936439442483941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/S3oklKNx_fI/AAAAAAAAAZs/A1kbxvz-b2E/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-6108786217102950750</id><published>2010-02-01T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:58:03.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What...No pictures?</title><content type='html'>It's not a stretch to say I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been the most efficient blogger lately.  This is apparent not only in my blog (or lack thereof), but also in my everyday life.  My house is dirty, my kids are especially dirty, and I keep running out of gas.  Lazy? Perhaps a bit. But mostly just pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, we are expecting baby #6.  Although planned, a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over planned&lt;/span&gt; actually, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; prepared for harboring a fetus in my thirties.  What's the difference between twenties and thirties you say?  Besides the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; ten years, I am not really sure? But I do know that this baby has completely knocked me on my butt, my ever expanding butt too.  27 lbs in 4 months, a new record, even for me.  It's safe to say I won't be featuring my belly bump rolls on my blog anytime soon.  Just keep posted for mutated 3D images of our newest addition.  It's the best I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-6108786217102950750?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/6108786217102950750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=6108786217102950750' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6108786217102950750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6108786217102950750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatno-pictures.html' title='What...No pictures?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7279378411492970458</id><published>2009-11-16T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:20:43.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punky Brewster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwGVa_e_g2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/46kZfGcuesA/s1600/Punky-Brewster-799635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404765318771868514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwGVa_e_g2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/46kZfGcuesA/s400/Punky-Brewster-799635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Remember Punky Brewster? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I do, I live with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwGVmDlTmzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Wn0cdgvG7C8/s1600/Bella+(punky+brewster)+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404765508850654002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwGVmDlTmzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Wn0cdgvG7C8/s400/Bella+(punky+brewster)+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7279378411492970458?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7279378411492970458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7279378411492970458' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7279378411492970458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7279378411492970458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/11/punky-brewster.html' title='Punky Brewster?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwGVa_e_g2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/46kZfGcuesA/s72-c/Punky-Brewster-799635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8905694135231731493</id><published>2009-11-15T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:43:32.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprisingly enjoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwBZ2p2MVAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/y_boJU7l00A/s1600-h/275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418348325557250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwBZ2p2MVAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/y_boJU7l00A/s400/275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Abbi and I attended the Stake PJ party for all Activity Day girls. I'll admit that this wasn't something that was top on my priority list of "things to do", Yet, I always find myself being surprised by how much I actually enjoy these activities once I am there. Their main focus was on PJ'S...Prayer, Journal and Scriptures. We all wore our comfy pajamas and settled in on pillows and blankets strewn about the gym floor for some pizza and talks given by youth leaders. One of the speakers, Kathy Hansen, really captivated my attention. She shared a story of her family discovering a birds nest under their house deck. Each day they would take a peak to see what these birds were up to, and one day they noticed there were five blue bird eggs. They kept a close watch on these bird eggs until one day they had hatched. A few weeks had gone by, and soon enough these five little birds were learning how to fly. Stretching their wings and fluttering over the back lawn. Mom and Dad bird were close by, keeping a watchful eye out as their babies struggled to find the ability to make it off the ground. To their horror, a magpie was lurking in the tree not far from where the little birds were. One by one the magpie flew down and snatched the little birds out of the grass. The Hansen family was doing everything they could to distract this magpie from getting the babies, but it didn't help. Only one of the baby birds made it away. The only thing that could have kept these birds out of harms way, was their own ability to fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathy likened this story to that of our testimony of our Savior. Only WE have the ability to "fly" or to gain a testimony of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. In the end, it doesn't matter what testimony our parents have, or our leaders , or even the Prophet. In order to find our way back to our Father in Heaven, we must have our own testimony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful that I have a testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Although my wings may flutter now and then, I have the ability through Prayer, Journal, and Scriptures to find my strength and keep flying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8905694135231731493?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8905694135231731493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8905694135231731493' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8905694135231731493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8905694135231731493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprisingly-enjoying.html' title='Surprisingly enjoying!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SwBZ2p2MVAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/y_boJU7l00A/s72-c/275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-4216212609544045777</id><published>2009-11-13T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:07:49.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sv3UXp-QPII/AAAAAAAAAZM/rRopjCcBO9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403708630783507586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sv3UXp-QPII/AAAAAAAAAZM/rRopjCcBO9Y/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week Isabella had pictures taken at preschool.  I forgot.  The picture speaks for itself.  Surrounded by an array of 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; with hair curled, new clothes and shoes, nothing short of perfection.  Then Bella.  Perfect in her own way.  Last year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; shirt (although it's November), leggings on her arms (eliminates the need for  a jacket), and slight remnants on her cheek of a once was princess tattoo.  At least she's got personality! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-4216212609544045777?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4216212609544045777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=4216212609544045777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4216212609544045777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4216212609544045777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-pictures.html' title='School Pictures'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sv3UXp-QPII/AAAAAAAAAZM/rRopjCcBO9Y/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1545425557725814643</id><published>2009-10-31T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:29:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a great Halloween, we had such a fun night. Our good friends, the Mansell's, invited us and a few other families over for a yummy dinner before trick-or-treating. Sloppy Joe's, homemade french fries and frog eye salad...what a perfect Halloween dinner, YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WLMliSqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6PmrMPvlnH8/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995909900126882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WLMliSqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6PmrMPvlnH8/s400/Halloween+2009+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fifties girls...Madison &amp;amp; Abbigayle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WKvsjbiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4_WbUPPSPrc/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995902144933410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WKvsjbiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4_WbUPPSPrc/s400/Halloween+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutest ever Little Red Riding Hood... Isabella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WKf9v-HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lQxBpIbVjfY/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995897922091122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WKf9v-HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lQxBpIbVjfY/s400/Halloween+2009+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower that didn't smell so good...Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WJzsHN-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/FtLZoqENPOI/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995886036957154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WJzsHN-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/FtLZoqENPOI/s400/Halloween+2009+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trick-or-treating crew...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(top row) Ethan, Kylie, Alli, Abbi, Mckell, Madison&lt;br /&gt;(bottom row) Kitty, Bella, Annie, Kimberly &amp;amp; Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to the Mike and Loren for supervising kids while trick-or-treating and to Jason Butts for scaring the crap out of me and Stacey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WJl93OLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/dC3rq8oBzN8/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398995882353309874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WJl93OLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/dC3rq8oBzN8/s400/Halloween+2009+005.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Loot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a good round of trick-or-treating, we came back to the Mansell's for some good old sledding. Where else, but Colorado, can you trick-or-treat and sled all in the same day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mike, as we all know, is still a kid at heart. The Luge was way too tempting to resist. Check out what happens when a 35 year old tries to sled in the front yard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-384cc94361f82e1d" 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://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D384cc94361f82e1d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446456%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0F2A2E7B8C98DC198AC81FCA26D1AD6F3F000D.2BACA222A918F0D0AD15EE8C08A9406B67E88ED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D384cc94361f82e1d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddx521rQQRZaU8NEra0LnBkMuqeA&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://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D384cc94361f82e1d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446456%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0F2A2E7B8C98DC198AC81FCA26D1AD6F3F000D.2BACA222A918F0D0AD15EE8C08A9406B67E88ED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D384cc94361f82e1d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddx521rQQRZaU8NEra0LnBkMuqeA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This...is how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1951f35982c856a3" 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://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1951f35982c856a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446456%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83E678843C8E0B947E4B212EFAEA76726A643612.5233F5A33A38D1A0252888A63B654E9BB68D2C98%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1951f35982c856a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZdabhkU0JdN6YAHkwsLZdJipzeQ&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://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1951f35982c856a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446456%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83E678843C8E0B947E4B212EFAEA76726A643612.5233F5A33A38D1A0252888A63B654E9BB68D2C98%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1951f35982c856a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZdabhkU0JdN6YAHkwsLZdJipzeQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sugar buzz in all but gone, and all that remains are the wrappers from half- eaten candy bars. Now that's what I call a great Halloween night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1545425557725814643?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1545425557725814643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1545425557725814643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1545425557725814643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1545425557725814643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Su0WLMliSqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6PmrMPvlnH8/s72-c/Halloween+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1096265512987528258</id><published>2009-10-30T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:48:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the tooth fairy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuuzS9ycjPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dYsSq1rSaKY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398605716738837746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuuzS9ycjPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dYsSq1rSaKY/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After weeks of pushing, pulling, grabbing, jabbing and twisting...Madison FINALLY lost her first tooth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning Madison woke to find her tooth gone, but wait, no money? Where is the tooth fairy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good thing fairies can't fly in a blizzard! Maybe tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is the bank still open?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1096265512987528258?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1096265512987528258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1096265512987528258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1096265512987528258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1096265512987528258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-tooth-fairy.html' title='Where&apos;s the tooth fairy?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuuzS9ycjPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dYsSq1rSaKY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8397343147515743862</id><published>2009-10-27T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:54:57.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuekBBY2SXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4q1GR7fmrGg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397463015886309746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuekBBY2SXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4q1GR7fmrGg/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's always something. I have decided when you have 5 children, you are bound to have issues. Lots of them, wide variety too. This weeks issue...hitting. I honestly have never had to deal with physical confrontation with my children, with the exception of Gabrielle. But, we expect it from Gabby, we anticipate it and therefore have a level of control over it. This however was a complete blindside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After school last week, Isabella's two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-kindergarten teachers approached Mike while picking her up that day. They proceeded to explain, while Isabella was standing there, that there has been a problem with hitting other girls while out at "recess". After the shock lifted, Mike was able to ask why they thought it was Isabella that was initiating contact. They had nothing more to say than it was two against one. In other words, two girls were telling the same dramatic story about Bella, so somehow that validates their conclusion. He continued by politely explaining that hitting was not an issue at our house, especially with Bella, but we would talk with her about this. Not that we had to, she had been standing there, listening word for word through the whole conversation. HELLO! She is four, not deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is our 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year with this particular preschool. Never had a problem, until now. Funny thing is that it's not the hitting that's bothering me. If Isabella is hitting, that is clearly a problem, one that we can find the root cause and ultimately stop the behavior. But how can I undo the damage from two teachers who didn't have the common sense to take a different approach to discussing this issue with her parents? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They clearly don't have children of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own. If they did, they would feel as stupid as I think they both are right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8397343147515743862?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8397343147515743862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8397343147515743862' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8397343147515743862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8397343147515743862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/10/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuekBBY2SXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4q1GR7fmrGg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-2032632119012781917</id><published>2009-10-24T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:51:35.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like it's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my baby girl's 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOqXXGmmKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/K0QeZhZXznM/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344096835410082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOqXXGmmKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/K0QeZhZXznM/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to none other than Red Robin for her birthday dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOp_YAdwbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Al3OWZxHg-M/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343684761239986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOp_YAdwbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Al3OWZxHg-M/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ran into Miss B there so we snapped a quick shot together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOp-0RpeNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xH5v2K2o5bE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343675169634514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOp-0RpeNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xH5v2K2o5bE/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's face it...besides the fries, Red Robin doesn't have a whole lot to offer.  Unless you're the birthday girl, then you get the coveted ice cream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;!  You can see the envy in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Madi's&lt;/span&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpnZ3pw1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/4MGbPPqeo2w/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343272944288594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpnZ3pw1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/4MGbPPqeo2w/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbi was nice enough to share with her little sister, well, one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Who could resist that wide open mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpm17rgpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sFkbHqeGtI4/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343263297503890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpm17rgpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sFkbHqeGtI4/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to take advantage of the fact that she will still take a photo&lt;br /&gt;with her parents. Not too many more birthday's before me and Mike&lt;br /&gt;will be on our own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpmi9nVUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/e-JKKYZVJ90/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343258205345090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpmi9nVUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/e-JKKYZVJ90/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We came back to the not so coveted cupcakes at home.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still managed to pound three of them in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;Good news, there are still 9 left for breakfast tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpmczsz3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/INlVsleToXc/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343256553148274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpmczsz3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/INlVsleToXc/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan, what a sweet boy, bought this LIV doll for Abbi with his&lt;br /&gt;very own money. Those things aren't cheap! She was shocked,&lt;br /&gt;to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpmFxRMAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/d2Y7clg0PmM/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343250368933890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOpmFxRMAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/d2Y7clg0PmM/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After six Target stores, two Toys R' Us and 44oz. of diet coke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we finally found the infamous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhu&lt;/span&gt; pets. FYI, if your kid wants one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in time for Christmas, start looking now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt;! We sure love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-2032632119012781917?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/2032632119012781917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=2032632119012781917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2032632119012781917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2032632119012781917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/10/party-like-its-your-birthday.html' title='Party like it&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SuOqXXGmmKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/K0QeZhZXznM/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5533938730406543966</id><published>2009-10-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:19:47.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Ive been told...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Ss-aBtsosUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Rl-f3yni1yo/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390696633223131458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Ss-aBtsosUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Rl-f3yni1yo/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Are you mad at me?"  That seems to be a question that I am hearing a lot of recently. I am a little surprised. For those that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;know me, will also &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;know when I am mad at you. I would consider myself to be fairly even tempered. I admit my occasional outburst's at the local Walmart or a run in with a manager at Chik-fil-A, but really, who doesn't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was having a conversation with a friend just before her move back to California. We were having a good time and somehow tried to figure out why we hadn't become friends sooner. She delicately explained to me that I gave her the impression that I was &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; good for her. Only a true friend! (miss you kor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that it's, well, my face! I have been told that my face "says it all". Apparently I am not aware of what &lt;em&gt;my face&lt;/em&gt; it doing most of the time. So the next time you have a question or inadequacy of how I feel about you, remember, it's just my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5533938730406543966?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5533938730406543966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5533938730406543966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5533938730406543966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5533938730406543966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-ive-been-told.html' title='So Ive been told...'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Ss-aBtsosUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Rl-f3yni1yo/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1082188440672183855</id><published>2009-09-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:24:26.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea for Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight Mike and Abbigayle spent some quality time together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learning all about manners and proper etiquette at "tea time". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you know there is such a thing as Mormon tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsLNEocOtBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4zOoojzFlqA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387093583747527698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsLNEocOtBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4zOoojzFlqA/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They learned a few new things about each other and even what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad looked like as a kid! Abbigayle couldn't find his picture if her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life depended on it. Funny since they kinda look alike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean really...look at the two of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsLNEECtX5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/YRL6fH9gHh8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387093573976809362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsLNEECtX5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/YRL6fH9gHh8/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun night and a great way to spend some time with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Activity Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1082188440672183855?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1082188440672183855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1082188440672183855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1082188440672183855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1082188440672183855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/09/tea-for-two.html' title='Tea for Two'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsLNEocOtBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4zOoojzFlqA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1080906589086529790</id><published>2009-09-27T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:49:33.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Madi Moo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw_mRBsJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sKSVGHnTngs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359023496966290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw_mRBsJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sKSVGHnTngs/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw_Ls8N4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-iubtTPbWQE/s1600-h/P1010222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359016366290818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw_Ls8N4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-iubtTPbWQE/s400/P1010222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw-hqJsNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vEMXo94kWYM/s1600-h/abbi%27s+camera+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359005080301778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw-hqJsNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vEMXo94kWYM/s400/abbi%27s+camera+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359002332398018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw-XbAAcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ekjkY5xpMXE/s400/madidance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where has the time gone? Seven years. Seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital. A beautiful baby girl. The best baby girl. For most families, large families anyway, would say number three was the hardest. Not so in our case. Madison seemed to even things out in our family. Funny since three is an odd number. Regardless, she is right where she was meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to apologize up front for the abundance of pictures. I was really thinking of only a select few that really stood out to me, but they were all such a great representation of who she really is. How could I only pick two or three? There literally isn't a bad picture of Madison. She is such a sweet girl. Kind, friendly, funny and generally a happy person all around. I am so proud to be her mom and I can't think of a better seven year old around!! Happy Birthday Madi Moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAq0_kqz4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/IgiYwMVVszU/s1600-h/MADISON_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386352244241911682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAq0_kqz4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/IgiYwMVVszU/s400/MADISON_0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAq0UW8XEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/r_G_0tg_c4o/s1600-h/MADISON_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386352232641616962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAq0UW8XEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/r_G_0tg_c4o/s400/MADISON_0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAq0CH2bgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0r9NJWL2Nww/s1600-h/MADISON_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386352227746475522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAq0CH2bgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0r9NJWL2Nww/s400/MADISON_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAqziWcuWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KAM88tE_4mI/s1600-h/MADISON_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386352219217770850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAqziWcuWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KAM88tE_4mI/s400/MADISON_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1080906589086529790?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1080906589086529790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1080906589086529790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1080906589086529790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1080906589086529790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-madi-moo.html' title='Happy Birthday Madi Moo!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SsAw_mRBsJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sKSVGHnTngs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7831764360832522097</id><published>2009-09-25T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:34:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sr2LhvlsHlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UGwjrGE33i4/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385614141231472210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sr2LhvlsHlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UGwjrGE33i4/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eleven years strong! Happy Anniversary Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7831764360832522097?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7831764360832522097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7831764360832522097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7831764360832522097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7831764360832522097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sr2LhvlsHlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UGwjrGE33i4/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7272241935965148481</id><published>2009-08-29T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:29:03.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION: Graphic Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Urticaria&lt;/span&gt;...for those of you less familiar with this term, hives. That's right! I have a classic case of the hives. How or where I got it remains a mystery. All I know is I can't stop itching. And it really sucks! So, for those of you counting numbers tomorrow at Stake Conference, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; will not be there. I will be home itching.  So suck it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Spni3EtVt-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/qD9aukHi0-s/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375577066027988962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Spni3EtVt-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/qD9aukHi0-s/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry for the graphic content of this photo.  I will be starting a diet on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7272241935965148481?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7272241935965148481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7272241935965148481' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7272241935965148481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7272241935965148481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/08/caution-graphic-content.html' title='CAUTION: Graphic Content'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Spni3EtVt-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/qD9aukHi0-s/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3045108393112134136</id><published>2009-08-28T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:06:48.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sphi72-la6I/AAAAAAAAATs/EHnuKc6gW6M/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375154935776504738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sphi72-la6I/AAAAAAAAATs/EHnuKc6gW6M/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have a sister. Well, a half sister actually. Even some of my closest friends do not know this little known fact about me. It’s been a long time since I have seen her, about sixteen years, give or take. She found me on facebook, go figure! I was happy to hear from her, although a little unsure of why she would contact me now? I have very few memories of her. One of the most memorable is when I stole her stationary and stickers! Good memory huh? I do remember driving her to the airport of her last visit. What happened after that, I am not sure. I was young and unconcerned. But, for whatever reason, myself and those in my immediate family have not spoken to or seen her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we talked. After several days of phone tag, we finally connected. I was nervous…very nervous. What do you say to someone you don’t really know? There were moments of silence, awkward silence. I would probably best describe the conversation as one you would have with a new neighbor. You know, the basics…Where are you from? How many kids do you have? Where does your husband work? Those questions equally important, yet I couldn’t stop the thought of asking why she left? Or why she didn’t concern herself enough to find me before now? Or more importantly, to justify my Dad…&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; Dad. My nerves ceased and the thoughts disappeared. Those questions will have to wait for another day, another phone call perhaps. For now, I am content with the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how after sixteen years time, a 60 minute phone call brings family into perspective. I am truly grateful for my parents and for my brother. I appreciate that I know them for who they are, strength and weakness, and love them regardless. I hope to appreciate this new relationship with part of my past, a new friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3045108393112134136?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3045108393112134136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3045108393112134136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3045108393112134136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3045108393112134136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-have-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sphi72-la6I/AAAAAAAAATs/EHnuKc6gW6M/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-377250793685276765</id><published>2009-08-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:44:53.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My walking co-pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SpcMPENLniI/AAAAAAAAATk/Lma_dmbqkL0/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374778133256576546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SpcMPENLniI/AAAAAAAAATk/Lma_dmbqkL0/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allergies ✓&lt;br /&gt;Log hit to the stomach ✓&lt;br /&gt;A bumb on the head from a tree branch ✓&lt;br /&gt;Two trips to the camp nurse ✓&lt;br /&gt;= A walking co-pay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least she had a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-377250793685276765?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/377250793685276765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=377250793685276765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/377250793685276765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/377250793685276765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-walking-co-pay.html' title='My walking co-pay'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SpcMPENLniI/AAAAAAAAATk/Lma_dmbqkL0/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-37317176168617092</id><published>2009-08-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:26:24.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The misadventures of Abbigayle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SoI2UQR7T2I/AAAAAAAAATI/oqUn9bQbeuI/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368913427374493538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SoI2UQR7T2I/AAAAAAAAATI/oqUn9bQbeuI/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I haven't posted in quite some time. Honestly, I was beginning to wonder if I really had time to be a blogger? Then things happen in life, and I got to thinking...how could I not post that? This is definitely one of those things, another misadventure of miss Abbigayle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbigayle has a tooth, a very mischievous tooth. Has done nothing but cause her grief. When she was four, she had a baby root canal and cap put on in hopes of saving her permanent tooth. Now, five years later her permanent tooth is ready to make an appearance. BUT, this mischievous tooth would hear nothing of the sort. It was in and there to stay. The dentist advised that we put the "tooth to sleep" and "wiggle" it out! But before we were ready to make that commitment, we had to "wiggle" our paycheck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Abbigayle came home from school ecstatic that she could slip her tongue in between her tooth. It was lose, really lose. She called Mike to tell him about her great news. He was also so excited about the prospects of not having to pay to have it removed, that he offered her some words of encouragement. For example..."you know they have to put a BIG shot in your mouth to pull a tooth out" or "it REALLY hurts when the dentist pulls your tooth out". May not be exact wording, but that's how Abbigayle perceived the phone conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 8:30pm...bedtime at our house. The routines have all been completed. Pajamas on, teeth brushed, read for 15 minutes and lights out! I settle in downstairs, ready to enjoy a quiet evening alone. SLAM! Was that the bedroom door? I walk upstairs to hear tears from Abbigayle's room. Really...not tonight...too tired! As I open the door I immediately see the problem. Abbi stands adjacent to the door where dental floss connects the two together. It takes me a minute to realize she actually tried pulling her tooth out with the old string and door trick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the exception that it didn't work. Still a mischievous tooth, with a hint of bubblegum flavored dental floss now lodged between her gum and cap. Lovely! I will call the dentist in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...11am and $289 later, the mischievous tooth has now been extracted. Hallelujah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I not post this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-37317176168617092?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/37317176168617092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=37317176168617092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/37317176168617092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/37317176168617092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/08/misadventures-of-abbigayle.html' title='The misadventures of Abbigayle!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SoI2UQR7T2I/AAAAAAAAATI/oqUn9bQbeuI/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1773761070249443022</id><published>2009-06-21T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:21:07.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dad's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sj7nuiL7JhI/AAAAAAAAATA/EkdeMYuVc_A/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349968193999545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sj7nuiL7JhI/AAAAAAAAATA/EkdeMYuVc_A/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like Father, like Daughter.  What more can I say?  Happy Father's Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1773761070249443022?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1773761070249443022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1773761070249443022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1773761070249443022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1773761070249443022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-dads-day.html' title='Happy Dad&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sj7nuiL7JhI/AAAAAAAAATA/EkdeMYuVc_A/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7882423863158504517</id><published>2009-06-07T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:20:03.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Showtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SixwuzF3FOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LXCIqrMBDfM/s1600-h/abbi%27s+camera+363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SixwuzF3FOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LXCIqrMBDfM/s400/abbi%27s+camera+363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770807073019106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last evening we attended Bella's dance recital.  Her class performed a tap routine to zipadee doo da, I am so proud of her, she did a really great job.  She went on stage second, so it was good that we didn't have to wait long to see her dance.  The downside,  two and a half hours of watching other peoples kids perform before you can go home.  Seriously, it was the same 3 girls in every performance.  I mean really, how many classes can one girl actually take at a dance studio?  I guess if I was paying that kind of money, I would want to see my child in every routine also, but I am not.  So it's really just irritating.  The worst part was that during Bella's performance, a family with reserved seating in front of us, decided it was a good time to find their seats.  Where has common courtesy gone? &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, regardless of the discomfort that was endured for the remainder of the evening, we would do it all again to see Bella and her 60 seconds of fame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7882423863158504517?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7882423863158504517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7882423863158504517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7882423863158504517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7882423863158504517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-showtime.html' title='It&apos;s Showtime!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SixwuzF3FOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LXCIqrMBDfM/s72-c/abbi%27s+camera+363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5820980565314439093</id><published>2009-06-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:30:11.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have officially made it to summer break. Yesterday was the last day of school, and we are all so excited. It was your typical last day of school. You know, cleaning out your desk, saying "goodbye" or "see ya later's" to all your friends and of course teacher gift's. I'm sure most teachers would agree with me when I say this is one of my favorite things about school. This year we came up with some pretty good ideas that I hope the teacher's enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Ethan's teacher, we made a giant thank you card out of candy bars. I love that you can say almost anything with sugar! Miss Stephanie has been a way cool teacher. I like her Witty sense of humor, sarcasm and stress free attitude. She was just what Ethan needed this year to keep school cool.  Hopefully cooler than I am, because that sounded really lame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344422099169822626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SiszlU7Dx6I/AAAAAAAAASo/I4_epvIno6I/s400/disneyland+2009+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madison's teacher was pretty easy to find a gift for this year. This is actually our second year with her, Abbigayle had her as a teacher when she was in Kindergarten as well. It doesn't take long to figure out that Miss Kathy isn't really into the traditional teacher gifts like bubble bath or candy. Not to say she doesn't appreciate them just the same, but I always felt a little awkward giving her cookies for Christmas. This year we gave her a book that my very own Aunt Vel wrote. It's called "Am I so different". It's a poetry book of sorts focusing on children's differences, hence the title!  It's not in bookstores yet, but you can still order your own copy at &lt;a href="http://www.velsbooks.com/"&gt;www.velsbooks.com&lt;/a&gt;. Was that smooth or what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344428774474319154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sis5p4XrBTI/AAAAAAAAASw/abr9gqRZZRg/s400/disneyland+2009+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's really not so much about "the gifts", as much as the appreciation I feel towards these teachers.  It seems so insignificant in comparison to the time and effort they put into shaping our children.  A candy bar or book will never measure up to the difference they make each year, but it's all I could come up with!  A big thanks to ALL teachers and we look forward to enjoying our summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5820980565314439093?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5820980565314439093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5820980565314439093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5820980565314439093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5820980565314439093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SiszlU7Dx6I/AAAAAAAAASo/I4_epvIno6I/s72-c/disneyland+2009+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5545773900528856695</id><published>2009-06-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:10:37.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sic7LJ92mRI/AAAAAAAAASg/z_4pPnSCDEU/s1600-h/disneyland+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sic7LJ92mRI/AAAAAAAAASg/z_4pPnSCDEU/s400/disneyland+2009+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost over for the summer. For Abbigayle's teacher, summer started a little sooner.  Today was Miss Sarah's last day as Abbi's 2nd grade teacher.  Sarah has been so great this year.  I am so proud of Abbigayle and all that she has accomplished while in Miss Sarah's crew.  They celebrated today as if it were the last day of school.  They had their traditional t-shirt signing and they even got to eat lunch in the classroom, how cool is that!  It's a bitter-sweet time.  It's sad to leave a great teacher, but it's also exciting to see Abbi move forward and anticipate a new beginning as a 3rd grader!  We are almost there.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5545773900528856695?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5545773900528856695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5545773900528856695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5545773900528856695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5545773900528856695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-there.html' title='Almost there!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Sic7LJ92mRI/AAAAAAAAASg/z_4pPnSCDEU/s72-c/disneyland+2009+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8199151076267825273</id><published>2009-05-31T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:12:33.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Airfare: $1500.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theme park tickets: $1200.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fed Ex shipping bill: $130.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting Mickey, Minnie, Goofy and the Gang: Priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SiMLDqcSKOI/AAAAAAAAASY/DTM2RRPCu10/s1600-h/disneyland+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342125740551973090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SiMLDqcSKOI/AAAAAAAAASY/DTM2RRPCu10/s400/disneyland+2009+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW. 8 Days, 6 Theme parks and Huntington Beach. I need a vacation from our vacation! We got off to somewhat of a rough start. Trying to juggle 5 kids, 7 suitcases, 2 car seats and a portable crib through a security stricken airport can be tricky, to say the least. It wasn't until we were checking our luggage that I realized we were short one, suitcase that is. Surprisingly we did not lose any of our children on this trip which should consider this vacation a success in itself! Unfortunately, the luggage that was left at home contained all five kids clothing for the week. Yep! Shirts, shoes, socks, underwear....you name it, it was in there. Why couldn't it have been my suitcase? I would have gladly bought a few new outfits to get me through the week. But really....all five kids clothes! What luck. As I placed a handful of frantic calls to anyone willing to come to my aid, my friend Stacey would soon be on her way to the nearest Fed Ex with the forgotten articles of clothing and the remnants of my sanity. We received the package by noon the next day, as promised, and our vacation officially began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started the week off in San Diego visiting Sea World, San Diego's wild Animal Park and Legoland. Surprisingly, Legoland came in first as the kids favorite. For being Memorial Day, the lines were relatively short and all our kids, Gabrielle being the exception, met the height requirement for all the rides. The weather was perfect, the kids were happy and our vacation was finally at a redeeming point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next we were off to Disneyland. We had a 3 day park hopper pass to Disneyland so we decided to break it up a bit by visiting Universal studios in between. It was my first time there and it was really a fun place, for older kids and Adults. The rides were minimal and not meant for the younger age groups. Poor Isabella and Gabrielle spent most of the day confined to the stroller. On the other hand, I had a great time! Our two favorite rides were Jurassic Park and the Mummy. Jurassic park is comparable to an 80 ft. splash mountain while the Mummy is one of the best high speed roller coasters I have ever been on. I get a head ache just thinking about them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So back we go to the Magical madness of Disneyland. We were lucky enough to meet up with our old, but not forgotten friends, Korie and Nathan Browning. It was so good to see them and the kids had a blast with each other. They were good sports to tag along while we covered the remainder of the park and went back for seconds on all the good rides. Thanks for meeting up with us guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a good trip, even with the occasional bumps in the road. There are three things I know for sure from our Vacation. One....count all your luggage before you leave home, Two....all zoo's are the same and Three....Disneyland is still the greatest place on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5459794e44557a4e773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: 2009 Family Vacation" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5459794e44557a4e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8199151076267825273?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8199151076267825273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8199151076267825273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8199151076267825273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8199151076267825273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-vacation.html' title='I Need A Vacation!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SiMLDqcSKOI/AAAAAAAAASY/DTM2RRPCu10/s72-c/disneyland+2009+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-913317978702006887</id><published>2009-04-19T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:01:28.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Seu6o40Fr4I/AAAAAAAAASA/bVYdpBY7e7E/s1600-h/My+Camera+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326556195904139138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Seu6o40Fr4I/AAAAAAAAASA/bVYdpBY7e7E/s400/My+Camera+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently you can buy babies at the grocery store &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(according to Bella).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll take one boy please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-913317978702006887?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/913317978702006887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=913317978702006887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/913317978702006887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/913317978702006887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-shopping.html' title='Baby Shopping'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/Seu6o40Fr4I/AAAAAAAAASA/bVYdpBY7e7E/s72-c/My+Camera+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-2684210157828690214</id><published>2009-04-18T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:04:07.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring...Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqKIOJvF8I/AAAAAAAAARw/YWTEtAiANho/s1600-h/My+Camera+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326221383161550786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqKIOJvF8I/AAAAAAAAARw/YWTEtAiANho/s400/My+Camera+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this lovely?? We woke this morning to a good foot and a half of heavy wet snow. Can't complain... I guess? We needed the moisture, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqJq-njLrI/AAAAAAAAARo/a-k9FoUG56c/s1600-h/My+Camera+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326220880775425714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqJq-njLrI/AAAAAAAAARo/a-k9FoUG56c/s400/My+Camera+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids at least made good use of the day. Mike helped to build this snow fort that Ethan and his cousin Spencer proudly claimed as their own! Don't forget about Dexter, if you look close you can see his best feature standing out behind the fort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqIwi8HfaI/AAAAAAAAARg/UguUxq7ZUVc/s1600-h/My+Camera+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326219876913085858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqIwi8HfaI/AAAAAAAAARg/UguUxq7ZUVc/s400/My+Camera+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Props to Renaissance! On Ethan's last winter expedition, they taught the kids how to make a snow shelter for survival. Not that we need to survive outdoors in these condition's, but at least we know how if it ever comes to that! I love that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqIPkOaNvI/AAAAAAAAARY/clZAnsDdCIc/s1600-h/My+Camera+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326219310322562802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqIPkOaNvI/AAAAAAAAARY/clZAnsDdCIc/s400/My+Camera+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our poor tree's took the biggest hit. After a long cold winter, we thought they would pull through. That was until this morning's heavy snow overpowered the fragile branches and gave way. You can see how they broke clean off and fell to the bottom of the tree. Looks a little naked now, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqIBb4G0oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bEYVsr3JIDo/s1600-h/My+Camera+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326219067563364994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqIBb4G0oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bEYVsr3JIDo/s400/My+Camera+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabrielle was well equipped...with one glove that is! Needless to say, her time in the snow was short spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqH06g97mI/AAAAAAAAARI/6I8O34Kxg90/s1600-h/My+Camera+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326218852449513058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqH06g97mI/AAAAAAAAARI/6I8O34Kxg90/s400/My+Camera+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabella was glamorous as usual. I mean really, how could you play in the snow without Dora goggles? Anything less would be absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqHjn6P48I/AAAAAAAAARA/JVvJKm7DdMU/s1600-h/My+Camera+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326218555397497794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqHjn6P48I/AAAAAAAAARA/JVvJKm7DdMU/s400/My+Camera+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't tell Abbi about the snow fort. We kind of like Ethan the way he is and let's face it, he's the only boy we've got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326231277331282482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqTIIzn-jI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vk_GFffcvwQ/s400/My+Camera+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Madison chose to spend the day indoors wearing her pajama's, sipping hot cocoa and watching movies nestled in front of the warm fireplace. That's my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-2684210157828690214?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/2684210157828690214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=2684210157828690214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2684210157828690214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2684210157828690214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/04/springreally.html' title='Spring...Really?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SeqKIOJvF8I/AAAAAAAAARw/YWTEtAiANho/s72-c/My+Camera+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7032887927338454548</id><published>2009-02-20T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:47:13.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZ-jIVtQNDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/deuTaoxBSFw/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138249726964786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZ-jIVtQNDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/deuTaoxBSFw/s400/DSCN0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...so I thought you would get a kick out of this story, totally blog worthy! Today Mike picked the kids up from the bus stop. On the way home they were talking about how every one's day went and anything eventful that happened. Ethan pipes up and says he got 100% on his spelling test today, and he didn't even study! Abbigayle then says " I forgot my F'n butterflies"! What? Mike asks again what she just said. "I forgot my F'n butterflies". So by this point Mike is thinking, where in the heck is she learning about the "F" word? He tries to explain to Abbi that it's not okay to say "F'n" even if other kid's at school are saying it. She looks a little puzzled and says, "No dad, I mean I forgot to put my f in butterflies"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... apparently we just taught our daughter about the "F" word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7032887927338454548?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7032887927338454548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7032887927338454548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7032887927338454548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7032887927338454548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-worthy.html' title='Blog Worthy'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZ-jIVtQNDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/deuTaoxBSFw/s72-c/DSCN0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-6791675895891252467</id><published>2009-02-17T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:46:37.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are back...finally! We took a short, but very long trip to Utah. My brother was visiting from New Jersey and thought this would be a great time to catch up with family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to break up our 7 hour drive by stopping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glennwood&lt;/span&gt; Springs and staying the night. We stayed in the old Colorado Hotel, it was seriously like a scene right from the movie "The Shinning". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;REDRUM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;REDRUM&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtxRSJPEZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YxGhYX4NThk/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303957527901180306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtxRSJPEZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YxGhYX4NThk/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great time swimming in the hot springs.  The kids learned pretty quick not to swallow the water. Salty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtxRM6RD1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XE4E_dHECJ4/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303957526496218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtxRM6RD1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XE4E_dHECJ4/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They kept asking why it smelled like rotten eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtxRLFULyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/55WOSZwRqN8/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303957526005690146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtxRLFULyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/55WOSZwRqN8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite parts of visiting Utah is no doubt, the food! Fry sauce heaven. Training table, Arctic circle, Apollo burgers...you name it, we ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbiCvv8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b21WJKY8caQ/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956604455993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbiCvv8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b21WJKY8caQ/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabrielle didn't quite get the fry sauce, she is more of a ranch dressing girl.  I guess that's what happens when you are born in Colorado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbV2g8OI/AAAAAAAAAQI/68UhEflp5I8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956601183465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbV2g8OI/AAAAAAAAAQI/68UhEflp5I8/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carnivore&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbZv7LfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rF5TGpQwx2Q/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956602229566962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbZv7LfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rF5TGpQwx2Q/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love Macy! We had so much fun spending time with Macy, we don't get to see her near enough.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; Macy and Madison see each other, they pick up right where they left off. Within a matter of minutes it's all giggles and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbLNfs4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/q-d4fGpQDs8/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956598327063426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtwbLNfs4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/q-d4fGpQDs8/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303955593690166082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtvgspZM0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fnm2OH8HnCQ/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... back in the car we go for our 7 hour drive home, this time without any stops. It's always hard to leave our family and friends, but it's always great to get home to our own beds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-6791675895891252467?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/6791675895891252467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=6791675895891252467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6791675895891252467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6791675895891252467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-back.html' title='Were Back'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SZtxRSJPEZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YxGhYX4NThk/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7770100403609097311</id><published>2009-01-22T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:24:26.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Night</title><content type='html'>Last night was the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade crew's poetry reading night at Renaissance.  I have to say I was very impressed with all the kids and their presentations. Although a little nervous, they did a great job and their hard worked paid off.  Good work Miss Sarah's Crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt; sharing her Acrostic and Haiku poems....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85d6eb78ae7a2a46" 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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85d6eb78ae7a2a46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D36C241CCC46824347CBB111B0F94161B795F28.175D4554D4CC65E1E69BAEEF7466E0F41ADD1D4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85d6eb78ae7a2a46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNtSaV_WKE6ez2JoAS3EpordW1zU&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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85d6eb78ae7a2a46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D36C241CCC46824347CBB111B0F94161B795F28.175D4554D4CC65E1E69BAEEF7466E0F41ADD1D4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85d6eb78ae7a2a46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNtSaV_WKE6ez2JoAS3EpordW1zU&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/5042238596613100693-7770100403609097311?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=85d6eb78ae7a2a46&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7770100403609097311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7770100403609097311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7770100403609097311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7770100403609097311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-night.html' title='Poetry Night'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-6744200238721879037</id><published>2009-01-19T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:32:30.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical Ice Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SXVDGCLq3LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NFST6DR5G4/s1600-h/HSM+ice+tours+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293210707987979442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SXVDGCLq3LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NFST6DR5G4/s400/HSM+ice+tours+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top Row: Madison, Velzy, Morgan, Abbigayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bottom Row: Paige, Lauren, Bella, Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. So I have decided I am a little blogger impaired today! For the life of me, I can not figure out how to turn my video clip? Regardless of the counter clockwise position, it is still hysterical and extremely cute. This is footage of Avery and Bella at the HSM Ice tour in Colorado Springs today. They danced like this non-stop through the whole show! I needed a nap after just watching them. I have to give prop's to Korie though, who rocked the house almost as much as the girls did! We had a great day spending time with friends and enjoying a few cheap thrill's on Disney's behalf. Seriously...Where do they find some of these people?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293212387806867602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SXVEnz_s8JI/AAAAAAAAAPY/z7pfy9AvItI/s400/HSM+ice+tours+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Troy, Gabriella and Kelsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293212988271131858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SXVFKw5ifNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NFtNTzoRTLA/s400/HSM+ice+tours+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sharpay, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7851890af47ed8ce" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7851890af47ed8ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F034FF82A7D3E02EA9D41C99D60238DE9F85961.6C1F98CE3A5ED974B67AD9463BF9CEE07F05C4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7851890af47ed8ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcLdCxVi3ib9Rt8g59b-JFONHvks&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7851890af47ed8ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330446457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F034FF82A7D3E02EA9D41C99D60238DE9F85961.6C1F98CE3A5ED974B67AD9463BF9CEE07F05C4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7851890af47ed8ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcLdCxVi3ib9Rt8g59b-JFONHvks&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-6744200238721879037?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7851890af47ed8ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/6744200238721879037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=6744200238721879037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6744200238721879037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6744200238721879037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2009/01/high-school-musical-ice-tour.html' title='High School Musical Ice Tour'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SXVDGCLq3LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NFST6DR5G4/s72-c/HSM+ice+tours+2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-245681345860492184</id><published>2008-12-26T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:41:30.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! I can't believe it is already over. So much work, so little time and it's over. We had a great Christmas and would like to share a few of our highlights.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you say neighborhood watch? We were amazed at how well these night vision goggles really worked. We all had fun taking turns in the darkest place in the house, the bathroom, to try out the eye clops! Ethan did also get Indiana Jones Lego's to occupy his daytime hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUSuURBr-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uWPxYiETlP0/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284150324712550370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUSuURBr-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uWPxYiETlP0/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture! I was really trying to get bella opening her first gift, but didn't realize Abbi had already opened hers. You can just see the excitement on her face. She finally got a camera, a real camera! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUPUPgebAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/i18JgBkaeC0/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146578223688706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUPUPgebAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/i18JgBkaeC0/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Madison was a little overwhelmed! She got the one thing she really wanted,but wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Needless to say, Mike spent the remainder of Christmas day installing batteries, reading directions and eventually explaining to Madison how her DS works. What happened to the good old days of Atari?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUN4yQMjSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SyUnZF7y-Mw/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145007002684706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUN4yQMjSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SyUnZF7y-Mw/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bella was all about fashion, and Dora! She was so excited about her new "puff vest" that she had to try it on. I have to admit, it even looks cute with her Dora P.J's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUNHrfJB7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z5mLz6GgYYg/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284144163372730290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUNHrfJB7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z5mLz6GgYYg/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabrielle had a great time playing with everyone Else's toys! Who can blame her though? I was even tempted to play with the cherry scented barbie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUMdrZznBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jJYr4hv7E6o/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284143441795849234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUMdrZznBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jJYr4hv7E6o/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and have a great New Year to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-245681345860492184?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/245681345860492184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=245681345860492184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/245681345860492184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/245681345860492184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SVUSuURBr-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uWPxYiETlP0/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1783389555033527339</id><published>2008-12-22T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:09:06.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat more Beef!</title><content type='html'>I am officially boycotting Chick-fil-A! I know, many of you are already thinking, What did Sara do now? So we decided to have a night out with the kids and do sibling Christmas shopping and dinner at the only place in town with a play set, Chick-fil-A. Things were going exceptionally well and we were getting ready to pack the kids up and finish our errands. Out of the blue, a Chick-fil-A manager who we wont mention (BETTY!) heads to the play area with fire in her eyes and starts to reprimand Abbi and Madison. She proceeds to put my girls in a time out? What? Apparently they think five year olds are concerned with reading the fine print in the play area that says playing on top of the play equipment is dangerous! At this point I was a little confused, but wanted my kids to understand other forms of authority, like minimum wage night managers at a wanna be health fast food joint. I calmly explained that I had seen my girls on top of the play equipment and was going to handle the situation and would appreciate her speaking to me before she punished my children for something they didn't fully understand. This is where things got a little out of control. The managers name who we aren't mentioning (BETTY!) would not let me get a full sentence out. Every time I would try to explain my point of view she would cut me off with bull crap like, it's a safety issue! I UNDERSTAND IT'S A SAFETY ISSUE! I only have so much patience, and honestly, my five children suck that right out of me, so there isn't much left for anyone else. After several attempts at being grown up about this, I reverted to middle school and began to yell at her and told her never to put my children or anyone else's children in time-out, it's unprofessional and insulting to parents on so many levels. As we headed out the door, I got her name, that we won't mention (BETTY!), and told her I would be reporting to higher management tomorrow. How infuriating! I brought these hoodlums into this world, and I think it's only fair that I get the satisfaction when disciplining them, not Chick-fil-A management! So there you have it. Another bridge burned in Castle Rock and an extra $20 in gas to drive to Highlands Ranch for a Big Mac and play set. Eat more Beef!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1783389555033527339?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1783389555033527339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1783389555033527339' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1783389555033527339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1783389555033527339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/12/eat-more-beef.html' title='Eat more Beef!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-365217219014754140</id><published>2008-12-21T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:25:48.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enemies are forgiven, friends remembered, and God obeyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SU8WaQL72oI/AAAAAAAAANw/_3it2hMjQvQ/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282465528206318210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SU8WaQL72oI/AAAAAAAAANw/_3it2hMjQvQ/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was asked to talk today to the Relief Society on a quote given by President David O. McKay, "Enemies are forgiven, friends remembered, and God obeyed". For those of you that know me, you know that doing anything in front of an audience, especially speaking or playing a musical instrument, is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; worst thing that could happen to me! So needless to say, I was completely out of my element when I stood before the Relief Society and Young Women who were invited to attend today as well. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; tried to avoid Marti when she kept calling me. Anytime anyone from church with higher authority persistently tries to reach me, I know nothing good can come of it! But for some reason at the ward Christmas party, my conscience got the better of me (which doesn't happen very often) and I approached Marti to ask "how can I help?" She quickly explained what she would like me to do, and with much hesitation I agreed. The first thing that came to my mind when I heard this quote was Clark. It seems his memory is a little more present through the holiday season, but this opportunity to speak today brought everything right to the surface like it was yesterday. I was so overcome with emotion, that what seemed to already be an impossible task, became almost unbearable. I stuttered through my quivering lip and tear soaked eyes to try to relay the message that was so fresh in my mind. I hate to say this, but I am thankful for the opportunity I was given today. I am thankful for Clark and for the memories that I hold of him in my heart. Even more so, am I thankful to a loving and forgiving Father in Heaven who sent his Son, the Redeemer and Savior of the World. I am thankful that today I could take time to pause and truly remember what this Christmas season is really about. To forget the hustle and bustle of traffic, ridiculously long checkout lines, and impatient shoppers and remember the sacrifice that was so selflessly given to me. I am thankful for the gift of my Eternal family and wait for the day when we all reunite in the presence of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-365217219014754140?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/365217219014754140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=365217219014754140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/365217219014754140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/365217219014754140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/12/enemies-are-forgiven-friends-remembered.html' title='Enemies are forgiven, friends remembered, and God obeyed'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SU8WaQL72oI/AAAAAAAAANw/_3it2hMjQvQ/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-4752445687456973674</id><published>2008-12-09T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:49.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my Mommy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of you may be able to relate to this picture? For the last week, the flu has been running rampant through our family and last night caught up with me! After spending much of the night barfing and most of today sleeping, I am now faced with the reality of what would be if there was no me! Dirty dishes, diapers on the counter (one of my favorites), and last nights dinner still on every plate strewn about the kitchen. Sadly, this is only proof of the wreckage that exists in my kitchen, the rest of my house is just as bad. After only 12 hours of no mom, it's safe to declare this a natural disaster! Where is my mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/ST75KQPxkoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T_XCrxiQ5IM/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929767879938690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/ST75KQPxkoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T_XCrxiQ5IM/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-4752445687456973674?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4752445687456973674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=4752445687456973674' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4752445687456973674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4752445687456973674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-my-mommy.html' title='Where&apos;s my Mommy?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/ST75KQPxkoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T_XCrxiQ5IM/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3757557248965157573</id><published>2008-11-24T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:53:23.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Rock's Historic Starlighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, Nov. 22 was the 73rd Annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;starlighting&lt;/span&gt; event in Castle Rock.  Since this is our 3rd year living in Castle Rock, we figured it was time to be part of the community and join the crowds and chaos for some cheap thrills. A little chilly outside, but the kids had fun, and that's what it's all about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(If you look &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; close, you can see the star over Abbi's shoulder)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SSstjKuoE7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/zXg_eS6Mc3A/s1600-h/DSC_0205%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272357870965887922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SSstjKuoE7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/zXg_eS6Mc3A/s400/DSC_0205%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Bella enjoying the festivities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SSstMgZYm6I/AAAAAAAAALw/mYHVpNjzQYo/s1600-h/DSC_0197%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272357481645382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SSstMgZYm6I/AAAAAAAAALw/mYHVpNjzQYo/s400/DSC_0197%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade crews at Renaissance set up a booth on 3rd street in downtown Castle Rock. It was their job to survey the public to find out how much our community knew about the annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;starlighting&lt;/span&gt; event. They did a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt; doing fieldwork for her school, R.E.M.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SSsn5cwlhDI/AAAAAAAAALg/nmGKdVg19eo/s1600-h/338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272351656693302322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SSsn5cwlhDI/AAAAAAAAALg/nmGKdVg19eo/s400/338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3757557248965157573?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3757557248965157573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3757557248965157573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3757557248965157573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3757557248965157573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/11/castle-rocks-historic-starlighting.html' title='Castle Rock&apos;s Historic Starlighting'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SSstjKuoE7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/zXg_eS6Mc3A/s72-c/DSC_0205%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3703150355683345751</id><published>2008-11-01T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:26:00.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0POWW65qI/AAAAAAAAALY/zgQiejt-y14/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880278660277922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0POWW65qI/AAAAAAAAALY/zgQiejt-y14/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a special day for my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt;. She chose to be Baptized and confirmed by her dad and become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am so proud of her and feel so blessed that a loving Father in Heaven has given me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of being her mom. I know she will always try to choose the right and be a great example to her little sisters. We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0OmzG3R9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0vmd3F8hApg/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263879599182792658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0OmzG3R9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0vmd3F8hApg/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt; with Grandma and Grandpa Thompson and Great Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blizard&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you so much for your travels and making the effort to be with Abbi on her special Day. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0OEgvOhEI/AAAAAAAAALI/1nhtSZ-RCcg/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263879010136261698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0OEgvOhEI/AAAAAAAAALI/1nhtSZ-RCcg/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt; with Bishop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oviatt&lt;/span&gt;. He gave Abbi a beautiful portrait of the Savior that she will treasure forever and help her to always remember what a special day this was. Thank you Bishop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0NMiilanI/AAAAAAAAALA/8l1_HCGuvKA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263878048547433074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0NMiilanI/AAAAAAAAALA/8l1_HCGuvKA/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt; with Sister Padilla, The Primary President. She gave a great talk on the Holy Ghost that we all learned from. Thank you Jackie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0MjG-PZoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/X-wUwSp5BmI/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263877336772601474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0MjG-PZoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/X-wUwSp5BmI/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3703150355683345751?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3703150355683345751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3703150355683345751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3703150355683345751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3703150355683345751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-special-day-for-my-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQ0POWW65qI/AAAAAAAAALY/zgQiejt-y14/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8531893968846505260</id><published>2008-10-31T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:59:20.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvSr5WJXlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l42-3zSr4g8/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263532241082474066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvSr5WJXlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l42-3zSr4g8/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great Halloween 2008! It was a busy day full of school parades, church trunk or treat, not to be mistaken for the original trick or treat, which came after it was dark. Our doorbell rang pretty much non-stop from 7-9pm, but luckily we didn't run out of candy (just enough left for breakfast!). We are all coming down from the sugar high, but don't worry, there is enough candy to fill another 14 days with unlimited sugar buzzes. Don't you just love Halloween, once a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan as "Scream". At least I think this is Ethan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvQMrQpdJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nfm_0cSg6pU/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263529505702114450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvQMrQpdJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nfm_0cSg6pU/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abbigayle as the "eccentric geisha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvPzxA6dqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Td6PP382uhU/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263529077750003362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvPzxA6dqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Td6PP382uhU/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison as the "Tooth Fairy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvPeLgLvJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ieWdtcw9bHQ/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263528706903358610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvPeLgLvJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ieWdtcw9bHQ/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Isabella enjoying her preschool parade on Thursday. Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvPCxK0mMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oShEKczSgPs/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263528235977971906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvPCxK0mMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oShEKczSgPs/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8531893968846505260?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8531893968846505260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8531893968846505260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8531893968846505260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8531893968846505260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-had-great-halloween-2008-it-was-busy.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQvSr5WJXlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l42-3zSr4g8/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-2541043775714740431</id><published>2008-10-27T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:26:57.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQX5poYwt9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pqQZX4vjV5k/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261886233263519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQX5poYwt9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pqQZX4vjV5k/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like we have done nothing but celebrate birthday's for the last 3 months. It's been fun, but I hate to say that I am partied out! Last, but not least, is my dear sweet husband who turned 34 on October 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. By the looks of this picture, it's safe to say he is still a kid at heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mike! Remember, age is just a number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-2541043775714740431?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/2541043775714740431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=2541043775714740431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2541043775714740431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2541043775714740431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-mike.html' title='Happy Birthday Mike!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQX5poYwt9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pqQZX4vjV5k/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1024240767745242653</id><published>2008-10-25T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:38:39.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all in this together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt;! We had a great night with Abbi's friends from school and church who joined us to see the new High School Musical 3. We kicked the night off with sandwiches, chips soda and all the birthday cake you could get your hands on! Then we loaded everyone up to head to the movie theater to see the show.  Instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags this year, we opted for matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt;3 t-shirts with the girls names on the back. They were a hit, not to mention it made it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; easier to keep track of 10 girls in the theater!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOrIFSjmMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rJPELJ6wh2E/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261236945046182082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOrIFSjmMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rJPELJ6wh2E/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;High School Musical 3 Rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOqPHBq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6onPBdx4k8Y/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261235966259683730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOqPHBq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6onPBdx4k8Y/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison, Naomi, Sophie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mckell&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abbigayle&lt;/span&gt;, Sophia, Elizabeth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Madisen&lt;/span&gt;, Megan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOp9MUy7PI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9Bs0xYSMUw4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261235658444434674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOp9MUy7PI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9Bs0xYSMUw4/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;be complete without pictures with the cast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOpjSeYI2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PdlDmH4WWSw/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261235213418636130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOpjSeYI2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PdlDmH4WWSw/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for a great birthday night girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1024240767745242653?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1024240767745242653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1024240767745242653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1024240767745242653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1024240767745242653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-all-in-this-together.html' title='We&apos;re all in this together!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SQOrIFSjmMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rJPELJ6wh2E/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8584491606765965342</id><published>2008-10-22T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:20:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller Farms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-iPHu-_pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Xd1f0TmWpl4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260101270449880722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-iPHu-_pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Xd1f0TmWpl4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we took a long long ride to a faraway place where the dogs roam free and the corn pops up in rows! Seriously though, I don't think this place is even on the map. It's a little known farm appropriately called, Miller Farms. You pay a $10 admittance fee and leave with more fresh produce that your local grocery store can carry. The kids had so much fun getting their hands dirty picking corn, potatoes, carrots, onions, squash, and of course pumpkins! At first they were a little disappointed how dirty the food was when it came out of the ground! It was a great opportunity to teach them the process our food goes through before it makes it to the shelf in the grocery store, NOT! I just got a good laugh and made fun of them a little! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabella's favorite part was picking pumpkins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We learned quickly not to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;touch the stems, PRICKLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lesson #1- Only touch what is orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-fuh26FnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_srL77u2tDg/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260098511503496818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-fuh26FnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_srL77u2tDg/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabrielle's favorite part was "picking" dirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lesson#2-Only touch what is orange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-d7MH8NkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lr_uAlLdQiU/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260096529984403010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-d7MH8NkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lr_uAlLdQiU/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classic Abbi! Lesson#3-Never leave home without a first aid kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and insurance card! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-cRIEJS0I/AAAAAAAAAII/bKCXxi2nCMU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260094707828607810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-cRIEJS0I/AAAAAAAAAII/bKCXxi2nCMU/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Madison taking a lap around the John Deer track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lesson#4- Enjoy the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-b3gRsF_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/rxANRbR2cRg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260094267651266546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-b3gRsF_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/rxANRbR2cRg/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8584491606765965342?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8584491606765965342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8584491606765965342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8584491606765965342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8584491606765965342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/10/miller-farms.html' title='Miller Farms'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SP-iPHu-_pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Xd1f0TmWpl4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7721275660633280652</id><published>2008-10-12T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:31:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Sweeties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Madison's second season playing with the sweatband sweeties. She has so much fun playing soccer, she must get it from Mike. To this day I have yet to figure out "off sides"? Regardless of her mother's uneducated guesses on soccer terminology and strategies, it's fun for the whole family as we cheer her on.  A couple saturday's ago we had some leftover supplies for cottoncandy from Madison's B-day party.  We made about 35 batches before the game and Ethan and Abbigayle sold them for $0.25 a bag, it was a hit. I knew it was only a matter of time before our kids made us some money! If only we could figure out hotdogs and popcorn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SPK-ohFk3cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Deop-emHWfA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256473318380592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SPK-ohFk3cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Deop-emHWfA/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A chilli day for a soccer game, but Madison remains focused! The bitter cold is no match for the die hard sweatband sweeties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SPK7fNs8ZYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CnU3sn-jbgY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256469860023297410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SPK7fNs8ZYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CnU3sn-jbgY/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7721275660633280652?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7721275660633280652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7721275660633280652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7721275660633280652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7721275660633280652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-sweeties.html' title='Go Sweeties!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SPK-ohFk3cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Deop-emHWfA/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-3416861019953218076</id><published>2008-09-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:35:13.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Madison!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SN-xPpkUWwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kp28RbsCbFA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251110572951624450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SN-xPpkUWwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kp28RbsCbFA/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we celebrated Madison's 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday with family and friend's at Red Robin. She has been counting the days to her birthday for at least 3 months! She was so excited to open her presents that she only took two bites of her ice cream, that's my girl! I am so proud of Madison and all that she has become in just 6 short years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SN-wX1trt_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/gfoYdBL8xXs/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251109614139455474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SN-wX1trt_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/gfoYdBL8xXs/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-3416861019953218076?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3416861019953218076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=3416861019953218076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3416861019953218076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/3416861019953218076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-madison.html' title='Happy Birthday Madison!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SN-xPpkUWwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kp28RbsCbFA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-4945448153315043849</id><published>2008-09-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:01:28.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Gabrielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9ak5pkVDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r_VGEcW2ERY/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242008081279505458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9ak5pkVDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r_VGEcW2ERY/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today our sweet Gabrielle celebrated her 1st Birthday! I can't believe she is already one. We had serious doubts that she would even live to see her 1st birthday with the way her sibling treated her! But, she is defying the odds and doing her best to keep up with everybody. Within two weeks she has perfected her walk to almost a run and has learned how to hit almost as well! Now I know why the youngest is always so tough, it's more a matter of survival, do or be done! Happy Birthday baby girl, we love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9aOGT_8TI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S-YBEMPWMjM/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242007689541710130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9aOGT_8TI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S-YBEMPWMjM/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9ZqSXg5eI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t9zcJBArsQk/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242007074302387682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9ZqSXg5eI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t9zcJBArsQk/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally figured out the perk to Birthday's, The Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9ZIzy-9pI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yoj_U-0l5P0/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242006499160422034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9ZIzy-9pI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yoj_U-0l5P0/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was never a short supply for help to open up gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242005883027852402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="401" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9Yk8hiDHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Nbxr2bnT3ls/s400/020.JPG" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle, loving her new Birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-4945448153315043849?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4945448153315043849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=4945448153315043849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4945448153315043849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/4945448153315043849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-gabrielle.html' title='Happy Birthday Gabrielle'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SL9ak5pkVDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r_VGEcW2ERY/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-2507460339818877872</id><published>2008-08-29T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:26:27.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While Mike's away, the girls will play (or paint)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLf4a62Q9tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/55GevI_350E/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239929832826009298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLf4a62Q9tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/55GevI_350E/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 The Paint fumes are getting to my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLf4GSYxRnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dNG-m3tH13o/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239929478367495794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLf4GSYxRnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dNG-m3tH13o/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Props to Korie, our pregnant painter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLf3TWO8yfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JTKnKPrYXOI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239928603226720754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLf3TWO8yfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JTKnKPrYXOI/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allyson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;say's&lt;/span&gt; I have a bee in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bonet&lt;/span&gt;, but I think there might be a whole hive! I got this great idea to paint my 1800sf garage, why? I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time, until the electric paint sprayer I bought didn't work and the rental at home depot was gone. I had already started and therefore was committed to finishing the job, especially before Mike got home from Annapolis. That's when I called "the girls"! This is when you really know who your true friends are, when they come to help you with even the crappiest of jobs, like painting your garage! After 10 gallons of paint, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laghter&lt;/span&gt; and probably even a few tears, we finished the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-2507460339818877872?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/2507460339818877872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=2507460339818877872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2507460339818877872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/2507460339818877872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-mikes-away-girls-will-play-or.html' title='While Mike&apos;s away, the girls will play (or paint)!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLf4a62Q9tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/55GevI_350E/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5511256221092042600</id><published>2008-08-23T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:22:33.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Surprise Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLArGLpdbNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OQ6RDIOtZj8/s1600-h/P8220298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237733751837781202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLArGLpdbNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OQ6RDIOtZj8/s320/P8220298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess word got around that I love surprises, NOT! Last night Mike did his darndest to keep the secret about my surprise 30th, but he is such a sucky liar that I knew something was up. We were suppose to go to a 4:55pm showing of the Mummy, but somebody got the time wrong and it really started at 4:20pm. Since my kids don't even get off the bus from shcool until 4:30pm that caused a slight problem. This is where Mike started getting funny. I suggested we go to the outlet malls and then see a later showing, but he acted like he just wanted to go home. I was like, seriously, we have a babysitter, we can find something to do! So we headed to the mall where suddenly he was interested in every store? We were there for a couple of hours and by this time I was starving and ready to eat at Hacienda where we had planned to have dinner. He said he needed to go to the bathroom, again, and then we would leave. So I take a seat on the bench outside the restrooms where I was approached by a very persuasive homeless man. He kindly asked to see my wedding ring and if I would take it off for him. Right, like i'm gonna fall for that one! I had a great conversation with him about where he was from, how long he had smoked for and even where to get a good beer! Meanwhile, Mike is pretending to pee (for what seemed like forever) in the bathroom in an attempt to keep the surprise alive! Finally Mike reappears and I was like, let's jet. So we head out of the mall where he decides that the 10 min. drive to the resturant is too long to go without a drink, so we have to stop at the gas station for coke and nuts? By this time I was starting to lose my patients. So we FINALLY head to Hacienda and there is only a five min. wait, which never happens. I head off to the ladies room and when I come out Mike says "Allyson just called and thinks Bella broke her leg on the trampoline, we have to go". Really? So we speed home because apparently Allyson is just frantic! I wasn't too suspicious until we turned down our street to get to Allyson's house and Mike stops dead in the road and turns around. So I am thinking, they all parked in front of my house, but then I started feeling guilty in case Bella really was hurt. After the road detour we finally get to Brett and Allyson's house where I am prepared both for a surpise or an injury! But luckily (I think!) I was welcomed with a big SURPISE! As much as I don't care for these kinds of things, it really was a fun night with friends, food and games. Thanks to everyone who put such an effort into making my BIG 30 a birthday to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5511256221092042600?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5511256221092042600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5511256221092042600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5511256221092042600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5511256221092042600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/08/keep-surprise-alive.html' title='Keep the Surprise Alive!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SLArGLpdbNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OQ6RDIOtZj8/s72-c/P8220298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-8095199566209375695</id><published>2008-08-20T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:26:55.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chassé (sa·shay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SKxTqN88x5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/rEWmF9n9tuI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236652451489957778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SKxTqN88x5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/rEWmF9n9tuI/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Bella's first dance class, watch out Clara and the Nutcracker! She did a combination of ballet, tap and tumbling. She learned how to stand in first position, skip and of course chassé. She said her favorite part was making a pizza (you would have to see that one to understand!). So far so good for our new ballerina, keep up the good work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-8095199566209375695?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8095199566209375695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=8095199566209375695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8095199566209375695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/8095199566209375695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/08/chass-sashay.html' title='Chassé (sa·shay)'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SKxTqN88x5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/rEWmF9n9tuI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-6846140169687948995</id><published>2008-08-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:03:54.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoir of a 3 year old, Act I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SKuJc1whE_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/abMNPGCvzwE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236430120308249586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SKuJc1whE_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/abMNPGCvzwE/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Bella, time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: I'm not tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: too bad, get in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: (action) crawl into mom and dads bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Ethan, turn out the hall light please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan: (action) turns light off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Good night Ethan, Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan: Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: Turn on the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: NO! It's time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: Turn on the light, i'm hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Dad: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: I'm hot, turn the light on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Take your blanket off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: NO! I'm hot, turn the light on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: How come your are hot with the light off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: Cause I can't see the fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-6846140169687948995?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/6846140169687948995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=6846140169687948995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6846140169687948995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6846140169687948995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/08/memoir-of-3-year-old-act-i.html' title='Memoir of a 3 year old, Act I'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SKuJc1whE_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/abMNPGCvzwE/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-7357624587824058621</id><published>2008-08-08T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:33:11.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School, already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzlB-UOEwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/L-fUc5cpWrw/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232308689168110338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzlB-UOEwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/L-fUc5cpWrw/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did the summer go? Today was the first day back to school for Ethan and Abbigayle. Madison however got to experince her first day in Kindergarten! She was so excited to finally go to school with Ethan and Abbigayle. She was a little nervous when we got to school, but once she found her preschool friend Leah, she couldnt have cared less if I was there or not! After I dropped the kiddos off at school, they had a little pow wow for parents at the java guru across the street. It's a great way to get to know the new parents as well as catch up with some of the familiar ones. It's funny to listen to the first time kindergarten parents who get all teary eyed and emotional when they leave their kids for the first time.For me however, I booked the first babysitter I could find for Isabella and Gabrielle and went to lunch with a friend. You get over it pretty fast! I think Bella adjusted fairly well to the change today as well. Before I knew it she had her own little posse of Renaissance siblings to kick it with, you go girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day ba&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzyqWpgWJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2dLxyHKDTMg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232323676545767570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzyqWpgWJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2dLxyHKDTMg/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ck to school went well for everyone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the exception of Madison missing her bus ride home! But hey, a few glitches are always expected, right? I am sure we will work out the kinks in the 170 days left of school. Let the f&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzx_1rljkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YSaZRxxFHVU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232322946141621826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzx_1rljkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YSaZRxxFHVU/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;un begin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232323222226656642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzyP6LY3YI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KK2O_KV4Q68/s200/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzj-zOgaWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RXfbkg-sKbo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJziXj5nRfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PcSa8qILk_E/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-7357624587824058621?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7357624587824058621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=7357624587824058621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7357624587824058621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/7357624587824058621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-already.html' title='Back to School, already?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SJzlB-UOEwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/L-fUc5cpWrw/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-5551790550416841379</id><published>2008-07-08T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:15:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a6b324e7a59304d773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Independence Day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a6b324e7a59304d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great 4th of July! A much needed and well deserved break from work and responsibility. We had a pretty busy day watching parades, swimming at the burgess pool, a carnival of sorts in town and of course, fireworks! It was so nice to spend the day with my family to celebrate our freedom and take pride in being and American.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-5551790550416841379?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5551790550416841379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=5551790550416841379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5551790550416841379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/5551790550416841379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-1864298310879946426</id><published>2008-06-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:58:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Something!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEmuvsrDUpI/AAAAAAAAACM/Il95GjaK-1g/s1600-h/39664246-06093736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208886578499506834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEmuvsrDUpI/AAAAAAAAACM/Il95GjaK-1g/s400/39664246-06093736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a great movie (if you are not with a two year old)!  Today I had this fabulous idea to take ALL 5 kids to the movies by myself, somebody should have stopped me!  I think we made it through 2 previews before they were all begging for their candy, and that was only because I threatened that if they asked me before the lights went out, then the movie workers would kick us out!  I didn't tell them it was because I was too cheap to buy popcorn and drinks at the Movies like everybody else.  I have become the epitome of a Mormon mom.  This reminds me of a time we were visiting family in none other than Utah.  There was a large family sitting in front of us, and when &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; say large, that means like 20 kids or something!  As soon as the lights began to dim, simultaneously you heard the tops of their Shasta cans go pssssssssss!  It was a sort of de ja vu for me today, except I at least bought the name brand soda.  Really though, this is a cute move, one of the best animated ones I have seen in a while. My only suggestion, hire a babysitter! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEmuiMrDUoI/AAAAAAAAACE/uZjytnz8ea8/s1600-h/39664246-06093736.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-1864298310879946426?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1864298310879946426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=1864298310879946426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1864298310879946426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/1864298310879946426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-something.html' title='Kung Fu Something!'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEmuvsrDUpI/AAAAAAAAACM/Il95GjaK-1g/s72-c/39664246-06093736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042238596613100693.post-6932867780873993804</id><published>2008-06-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:50:15.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgVdFveFII/AAAAAAAAABM/yaOS1jahNQc/s1600-h/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208436558555649154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgVdFveFII/AAAAAAAAABM/yaOS1jahNQc/s200/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208421796753052706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgIB1veFCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lhbw65dBNME/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes! We finally made it to Disneyworld. After an agonizing 3 hour plane ride we were able to set foot on hot, soggy, humid Florida soil. I honestly don't know how people can live there! And we were told that Spring is a great time to visit, I would hate to see how miserable the summers are. Regardless of the weather conditions, once we entered the gates of Disneyworld and saw the excitement and magic in the kids eyes, it made it all worth it. I have to say a "HUGE" thanks to Bob, Marcee, Brett and Allyson who unkowingling made our vacation a reality. Without their help, we never would have made it, so, Thank You! Speaking of Bob and Marcee, it was so great to spend some time with them&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgYMlveFLI/AAAAAAAAABk/HsE7Ozzv5JM/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208439573622690994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgYMlveFLI/AAAAAAAAABk/HsE7Ozzv5JM/s200/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It has been almost two years since we last saw each other, yet somehow, Madison and Macy pick up right where they left off. They had such a fun time just playing and swimming in the pool. I wish we all lived a little closer so they could have more memories like these. Overall, our trip was a success! Through all the minor meltdowns and drama, I have to admit, given the chance we would do it again!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgPGVveFDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ai5yXUcjL0E/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgWnVveFJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TcfKvEW0pOU/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgWnVveFJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TcfKvEW0pOU/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgWnVveFJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TcfKvEW0pOU/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgWnVveFJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TcfKvEW0pOU/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgWnVveFJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TcfKvEW0pOU/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgWnVveFJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TcfKvEW0pOU/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042238596613100693-6932867780873993804?l=fordtykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/feeds/6932867780873993804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042238596613100693&amp;postID=6932867780873993804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6932867780873993804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042238596613100693/posts/default/6932867780873993804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordtykes.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>Ford Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00759386350082686106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgfflveFNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEUhHH_5giE/S220/IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IUNhs_mwd-U/SEgVdFveFII/AAAAAAAAABM/yaOS1jahNQc/s72-c/213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
