<?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-8030119141024276133</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:17:32.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-2933658642055072827</id><published>2011-02-19T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:19:52.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the trend... posting again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv4LasijtkM/TWBNBcbHj9I/AAAAAAAAATw/p6J0RgkVTLU/s1600/Kylie%2BSaying%2BHi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="113" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv4LasijtkM/TWBNBcbHj9I/AAAAAAAAATw/p6J0RgkVTLU/s320/Kylie%2BSaying%2BHi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kylie Waving to the World, the world is her stage is if you didn't know.  She will entertain you by dancing, singing, clapping, and telling you when she is finished and it is your time to leave.  I am getting more and more used to the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen and I went out for our training runs today as soon as Kylie was ready to jump in the stroller.  We were trying to avoid the rainy storm that was predicted to come in the late morning to midday.  One of us succeeded and one of did not.  I cannot blame Kylie nor Kristen though it would be nice to say it was somebody else's fault.  I got about 4 to 5 miles into my run when the rain started and then a mile or two later it felt like winter started anew.  By the end of the run all I wanted was a warm shower and dry clothes.  I must thank my mom for encouraging me to get a waterproof running hat, which did its job and get the water out of my eyes, but oops I forgot a poncho for the rest of my body.  I was red, soaked, and felt great despite it all.  I am seriously becoming one of those crazy sick running fools..., must be my parents fault, I can say that because they are not here to defend themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmk12D20OM4/TWBL6H8jdUI/AAAAAAAAATY/ztmgYZRUfkY/s1600/Kylie%2Bsick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="113" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmk12D20OM4/TWBL6H8jdUI/AAAAAAAAATY/ztmgYZRUfkY/s320/Kylie%2Bsick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kylie's poor little face during her sick week.  Doesn't it just make you wanna cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week was interesting. Struggles right and left, but by the end of the week still hopeful.  Kylie has been sick and has had a hard time sleeping.  She seems to be getting better and returning to her happy self, though that is becoming a problem since she is beginning to use anything and everything as a stepping stool to climb wherever she wants to go.  The little child is a monkey in a little girl's body.  She still say "elo" and "bu bye" and we are trying to teach her "luv you".  She talks up a storm when awake and is officially addicted to High School Musical.  She loves to dance and clap whenever the movie is on.  I had never seen it before this week, but would probably mark my tally around 5 each for HSM 1 and 2.  I think I am starting to memorize the songs just because it is on all the time.  I guess we all do special things for those who are sick and feeling down, anything to bring a smile right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyjURbHZq6k/TWBMlgEb1BI/AAAAAAAAATg/q7C0MF_MhN8/s1600/Kylie%2Bin%2Bclothes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="113" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyjURbHZq6k/TWBMlgEb1BI/AAAAAAAAATg/q7C0MF_MhN8/s320/Kylie%2Bin%2Bclothes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kylie decided she wanted to crawl in the clothes, guess she thought that bath time is so much fun maybe she was missing out on something called laundry time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen is doing great.  She helps both Kylie and I a ton, too bad she has two babies to deal with, I warned her before we got married.  It is out of my hands now, ... I cannot find my bottle, I am sure Kristen knows where it is.  She helped me find my brain earlier this week, that would be a sad thing to lose wouldn't it?  I must brag a little too, Kristen made me steak and potatoes for Valentine's Day, it was amazing.  Kristen is also addicted to the National Geographic Documentaries, either she is addicted or she is just finding some break from High School Musical, either way she watches them often.  Kristen and Kylie have also been having more girl time shopping together, though Kylie gets the sweet deal and can just sit in her carriage while Kristen does the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbDZCN0IHgY/TWBMzBeZtgI/AAAAAAAAATo/CAQ9kqagLKw/s1600/Kylie%2Bshopping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="113" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbDZCN0IHgY/TWBMzBeZtgI/AAAAAAAAATo/CAQ9kqagLKw/s320/Kylie%2Bshopping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shopping out on the town.  Better for Kristen and Kylie to do this together, I am not much of a shopper anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that is the exciting part of our week, bet you wish you were here with us.  Just kidding, Kylie is slowly taking over the entire apartment and we did not have much extra space to begin with so it might not be too comfortable here with us.  But if you bring some Pepsi you are always welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-2933658642055072827?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/2933658642055072827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=2933658642055072827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2933658642055072827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2933658642055072827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2011/02/kylie-waving-to-world-world-is-her.html' title='Breaking the trend... posting again'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv4LasijtkM/TWBNBcbHj9I/AAAAAAAAATw/p6J0RgkVTLU/s72-c/Kylie%2BSaying%2BHi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-1688055302357684940</id><published>2011-02-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:07:01.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long road, hitting the pavement again...</title><content type='html'>Well it is time for our one post for this semester, hopefully that is a joke despite the recent history saying otherwise.  I have realized that most of my life has revolved around pavement lately.  I have studied pavement, worked on pavement, exercised on pavement, and fallen on pavement.  I guess it is about time I post about my pavement thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid too much embarrassment I will not talk too much about my studying and interest in the actual pavement.  Some people might think that it is a little weird, such as my parents and siblings.  Other people find it sick and confusing why I like to exercise on the pavement as well and everyone probably assumes it is sad that I fall on the pavement.  I just cannot win I guess.  The worst part is that I tripped on my own shoe laces and down I went.  At least the pavement and I have a special bond.  Though that bond still did not soften the impact, dang guess I offended the pavement gods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen and I are training for the Ogden half and full marathon respectively.  The race is May 21st.  We are pretty excited and a bit nervous.  Kristen will be awesome and I hope she enjoys the run.  The race is well designed and very beautiful.  I hope I survive the full marathon, made it through one last year, but I was not very proud of my effort nor my outcome.  I jumped into a jogging and weight training class this semester in order to force myself to get off my butt.  Nothing like knowing that I cannot get a refund for the race to motivate myself to actually exercise, dang I must be lazy.  Well at least my friend, the pavement, and I get to spend hours together talking about our days and the weather.  Don't you wish you had a friend as dependable as concrete and asphalt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-1688055302357684940?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/1688055302357684940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=1688055302357684940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1688055302357684940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1688055302357684940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-long-road-hitting-pavement-again.html' title='It&apos;s a long road, hitting the pavement again...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-200117230692817643</id><published>2010-10-24T15:57:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:07:26.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again...</title><content type='html'>Kylie and I went for a long needed trip to Washington a few weeks ago and also had the chance to spend a few days in Oregon with Ryan, Kristin and the family. We decided on a Sunday night around 6:45 that we were going to leave... that night. I was frantically trying to get everything together so that we could drive to Ogden and sleep there before the LONG drive the next day. Anyway, to make a long story short, we spent 12.5 hours in the car on Monday and then turned around on Tuesday and drove about 8 hours to Redmond Oregon with my mom. Way too much driving for 48 hours. To my great amazement, Kylie did absolutely wonderful in the car. She would just sit in her carseat and play with her toys or even just sit there. She was only cranky for maybe 2 or 3 hours total... for the entire drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Drivin, drivin, drivin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS4_7CGs5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/U30QjLomzuc/s1600/DSCN2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS4_7CGs5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/U30QjLomzuc/s320/DSCN2051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531749650635600786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Oregon, we just got to hang out with my brother and his family. They recently had a new baby and it was so much fun to get to see them! They have a great family! Kylie loved sitting on the table watching all the kids run around her and play peek-a-boo with her. =) She loved being around the kids!! And, luckily, she even slept really well on the whole trip too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Girl Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS2K4Hus9I/AAAAAAAAARY/oyjQEtjDLIM/s1600/DSCN1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS2K4Hus9I/AAAAAAAAARY/oyjQEtjDLIM/s320/DSCN1936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531746540297565138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Yes, that is butter... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS2cwqrc2I/AAAAAAAAARg/E2GkFHD5IMA/s1600/DSCN1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS2cwqrc2I/AAAAAAAAARg/E2GkFHD5IMA/s320/DSCN1930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531746847534314338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Kylie attacking Eva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS2u89m_PI/AAAAAAAAARo/jxDMHcQw5W8/s1600/DSCN1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS2u89m_PI/AAAAAAAAARo/jxDMHcQw5W8/s320/DSCN1946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531747160072584434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Eva attacking Kylie... best friends already =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS297ZjufI/AAAAAAAAARw/fEQP-_xKKNM/s1600/DSCN1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS297ZjufI/AAAAAAAAARw/fEQP-_xKKNM/s320/DSCN1949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531747417350978034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Kylie looks like a monster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS3tMIFTeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iyuE8STf2Sc/s1600/DSCN1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS3tMIFTeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iyuE8STf2Sc/s320/DSCN1944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748229294935522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Hanging with auntie Kristin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS4KYr3LKI/AAAAAAAAASA/1j9qwDifzLk/s1600/DSCN1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS4KYr3LKI/AAAAAAAAASA/1j9qwDifzLk/s320/DSCN1934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748730882436258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some cool things on the drive to Oregon. There was a MASSIVE tree farm along the side of the freeway. I think it was around 8 miles or so just of trees that all were exactly the same but there were different sections that were different sizes. I know it sounds kinda lame, but it was actually kinda cool to see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS1vqPeQRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yMv2PdbZeVk/s1600/DSCN2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS1vqPeQRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yMv2PdbZeVk/s320/DSCN2043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531746072715477266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Washington, we were able to go to the Greenbluff Apple Festival. Always something that I miss while living in Utah. Kylie got to suck on an apple and was loving it! She also got to play with a ton of pumpkins. Yes, most of them were much bigger than her. =) She is just small. =) It was so much fun to get to go with my mom and dad. I so SO wish Dave could have come with us... dang school!! =( Next time... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Grammy and Grandpa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS4e0hTvhI/AAAAAAAAASI/S-qIT7I-T40/s1600/DSCN2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS4e0hTvhI/AAAAAAAAASI/S-qIT7I-T40/s320/DSCN2109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531749081951747602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Checking out the animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS5YDs0OpI/AAAAAAAAASY/88vgRKjNCRo/s1600/DSCN2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS5YDs0OpI/AAAAAAAAASY/88vgRKjNCRo/s320/DSCN2056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531750065279089298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS53k8FZLI/AAAAAAAAASg/tZdATH7xPvQ/s1600/DSCN2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS53k8FZLI/AAAAAAAAASg/tZdATH7xPvQ/s320/DSCN2061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531750606777443506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                My size pumpkins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS6VbDRMUI/AAAAAAAAASo/rVY4JBDzxq0/s1600/DSCN2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS6VbDRMUI/AAAAAAAAASo/rVY4JBDzxq0/s320/DSCN2085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531751119519297858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Riding on the tractor with Grandpa G...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS6lFb0eeI/AAAAAAAAASw/etlFJdecqk0/s1600/DSCN2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS6lFb0eeI/AAAAAAAAASw/etlFJdecqk0/s320/DSCN2081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531751388594600418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Chowing down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS62bWW_xI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DPqE51Xwf98/s1600/DSCN2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS62bWW_xI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DPqE51Xwf98/s320/DSCN2076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531751686535053074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Mom, these pumpkins are huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS7M_bF1qI/AAAAAAAAATA/wpcjzTzaFeU/s1600/DSCN2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS7M_bF1qI/AAAAAAAAATA/wpcjzTzaFeU/s320/DSCN2097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531752074175698594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-200117230692817643?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/200117230692817643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=200117230692817643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/200117230692817643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/200117230692817643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TMS4_7CGs5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/U30QjLomzuc/s72-c/DSCN2051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-3178096239132609600</id><published>2010-08-04T14:20:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:28:25.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining the Parents... always demanding my time.</title><content type='html'>So each day I wake up and within minutes am face to face with either mom or dad.  They don't even let me do my own thing, though I can't quite watch cartoons by myself yet and don't fully understand that cereal thing... guess I will stick to the milk for a while still.  After breakfast I always request a new diaper... they really don't seem to remember how uncomfortable these things can become.  I am then faced with the task of entertaining them.  The day continues like this... sleep, eat, diaper change, entertain, sleep, etc. so by the time night comes you can only imagine how exhausted I am.  They finally give me a break and let me sleep for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b76afb447798f801" 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://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db76afb447798f801%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D756AA9EA00A55F37035CF06D01C6E33D98E3DBBC.26D6D687B621C6D21C30CE18E59B04714E086B70%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db76afb447798f801%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKkjotvRRFGIDIxT9a5xzc82mIIw&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://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db76afb447798f801%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D756AA9EA00A55F37035CF06D01C6E33D98E3DBBC.26D6D687B621C6D21C30CE18E59B04714E086B70%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db76afb447798f801%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKkjotvRRFGIDIxT9a5xzc82mIIw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost had to call my grandparents to get a break from this routine, but can't quite figure out the way those toys work and they don't taste that great.  I started rolling over and moving around on the floor more just to give them some new entertainment hoping I would get more "me time", boy was that a mistake.  Now instead of more "me time" I get more "do it again time".  They put me on my tummy then on my back then on my tummy then on my back... you get the picture.  If it wasn't for gravity I would not know which direction is up or down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17f481b546edbbb6" 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://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17f481b546edbbb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36035821C62E4FFA6C6A3C7535F6BD769CFFCB82.40A80B4FA471EF011F45D84727F858B07C9EE1D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17f481b546edbbb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpH7QKLpisqK6cD3vh0xCtSjP78c&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://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17f481b546edbbb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36035821C62E4FFA6C6A3C7535F6BD769CFFCB82.40A80B4FA471EF011F45D84727F858B07C9EE1D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17f481b546edbbb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpH7QKLpisqK6cD3vh0xCtSjP78c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily  after I am done entertaining I let gravity do its thing and fall face first into the floor, doesn't take too long before they pick me up and let me do something else.  Parents are so easily trained.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnVXY8go5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/GBTDhH6pK54/s1600/DSCN1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnVXY8go5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/GBTDhH6pK54/s320/DSCN1802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501663017619727250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you get that for me?  I was trying to escape this chair to reach my toys but can't quite make it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnZLbIUyuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7RqGnLF2Y9I/s1600/DSCN1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnZLbIUyuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7RqGnLF2Y9I/s320/DSCN1798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501667210094234338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I see?  They are still watching me aren't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnR6CeFJ4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/gmmzzLWjleg/s1600/DSCN1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnR6CeFJ4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/gmmzzLWjleg/s320/DSCN1794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501659214835427202" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I am done at about this point... only one thing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnSdAtmZmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IrWLjN3_WHE/s1600/DSCN1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnSdAtmZmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IrWLjN3_WHE/s320/DSCN1792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501659815659071074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how long it took them to pick me up... works like a charm, little did they know I was breathing fine and comfortable as could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to time them... they lay me down for a nap and then when they leave I pull my blanket up into my face and then when the moment is right I cry just to see how long til they come check on me. I also like to change it up too, instead of pulling the blanket up I like to kick off the blankets and play with my feet waiting until they come ensure I am asleep... when they see me still awake and I am supposed to be asleep their faces are priceless.  I was eating the other day when I decided that dad was not putting the bottle where I wanted it so I took it from him to show him just where it should be... he still didn't get it, instead he grabbed the camera.  I decided I will just have to do it myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnaFLeNJXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Om9GPVjKs34/s1600/DSCN1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnaFLeNJXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Om9GPVjKs34/s320/DSCN1807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501668202323453298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to get comfortable for my nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnab8P3zeI/AAAAAAAAARA/PDnVwdYEPnA/s1600/DSCN1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnab8P3zeI/AAAAAAAAARA/PDnVwdYEPnA/s320/DSCN1809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501668593373793762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, that's the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnVzOqpl2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K8ND0yaKUm4/s1600/DSCN1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnVzOqpl2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K8ND0yaKUm4/s320/DSCN1712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501663495896799074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napping with grandpa, dad keeps telling me I look like a frog when I nap... what a weirdo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today mom asked me to read her a story so I was about to read my favorite book, but she insisted that I read her book.  So I spent the next bit reading to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnTH_eAzcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qgzfOrXrroM/s1600/DSCN1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnTH_eAzcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qgzfOrXrroM/s320/DSCN1819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501660554059632066" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap some earlier times this summer.  I spent time with my cousin Lexi and grandma Young.  I saw grandpa and grammy Wilkinson.  I went to a family reunion in Spokane.  I went to a 4th of July parade in Perry, Utah. Below are some pictures of my adventures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnWc7CsmSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hVO75q8nZXE/s1600/DSCN1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnWc7CsmSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hVO75q8nZXE/s320/DSCN1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501664212183456034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea the drive to Spokane was going to be that long... I think mom and dad left that part out when we discussed the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnXPF4sqtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i8pPYWhZHnw/s1600/DSCN1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnXPF4sqtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i8pPYWhZHnw/s320/DSCN1739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501665074087766738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the Freedom Festival in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnYD2c02iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rb2OxDyhTDg/s1600/DSCN1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnYD2c02iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rb2OxDyhTDg/s320/DSCN1745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501665980477397538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fireworks with mom... I tried talking to the fireworks, but they didn't respond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnQ8bIBfDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ItjUJuK48yM/s1600/DSCN1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnQ8bIBfDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ItjUJuK48yM/s320/DSCN1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501658156301909042" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my cousin Lexi at grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnRl1o-MnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IekZOYCOSnA/s1600/DSCN1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnRl1o-MnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IekZOYCOSnA/s320/DSCN1779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501658867794063986" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling at the Perry Parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-3178096239132609600?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/3178096239132609600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=3178096239132609600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/3178096239132609600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/3178096239132609600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/08/entertaining-parents-always-demanding.html' title='Entertaining the Parents... always demanding my time.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnVXY8go5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/GBTDhH6pK54/s72-c/DSCN1802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-8824858285190738146</id><published>2010-08-01T19:09:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:53:40.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The week of fun...</title><content type='html'>So the week of July 19th to 24th was a new experience for Kristen and me.  I had the opportunity to travel to Minnesota for research work while Kristen spent the week working and playing with her mom and Kylie.  I left early Monday morning and spent 4 of the 6 days driving in a van pulling a trailer full of testing equipment.  Kristen, mom, and Kylie went and saw the new Twilight movie and spent time with family and friends.  They also spent the week decorating Kylie's room... it looks great doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnB8XOpbcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Gok_rKAOVL8/s1600/DSCN1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnB8XOpbcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Gok_rKAOVL8/s320/DSCN1814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501641662581534146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnCQbOTZRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_JK4SuVLung/s1600/DSCN1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnCQbOTZRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_JK4SuVLung/s320/DSCN1817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501642007251215634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were busy I was relaxing at a hotel... just kidding, we were busy and efficient with our time until Thursday afternoon when we finished our bridge deck testing.  Some of us went to see Inception at the local theater in Hinckley, Minnesota. Here are some photos of the the bridge. I saw one of the coolest storms in my life on our drive to Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFm9g-rQfwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kYmB7UJPRu0/s1600/Photo-0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFm9g-rQfwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kYmB7UJPRu0/s320/Photo-0132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501636794087669506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFm9qp4lqSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kb7ilBpkyTI/s1600/Photo-0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFm9qp4lqSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kb7ilBpkyTI/s320/Photo-0133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501636960305129762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFm-14_MxVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YG8xfO56VYY/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFm-14_MxVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YG8xfO56VYY/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501638252849579346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped for gas and had to take some pictures, never thought we would stop in Minden, Iowa. Photo courtesy of Shar Montgomery, friend and fellow research assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnCpfjbmaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Sx9K7evIuKs/s1600/DSCN7025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnCpfjbmaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Sx9K7evIuKs/s320/DSCN7025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501642437910305186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken by David Wilson on the trip to Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnDv1iq33I/AAAAAAAAAPY/T3eGtr3-HWE/s1600/DSCN2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnDv1iq33I/AAAAAAAAAPY/T3eGtr3-HWE/s320/DSCN2527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501643646403534706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crew eating at Culver's in Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie is now rolling over... well, when she decides she wants to.  She has informed us that she will not perform on command, 4  months old and already understanding that she is boss.  Sounds, like things might get interesting later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-8824858285190738146?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/8824858285190738146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=8824858285190738146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8824858285190738146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8824858285190738146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-of-fun.html' title='The week of fun...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TFnB8XOpbcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Gok_rKAOVL8/s72-c/DSCN1814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-7860936804836282787</id><published>2010-06-04T20:37:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:06:12.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My long day... just exhausting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm9MwbzCYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ghOpKd3SzzA/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm9MwbzCYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ghOpKd3SzzA/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479118448530491778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to tell you about my day... here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm9e2N6m6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/SvlrGE1ghPU/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm9e2N6m6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/SvlrGE1ghPU/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479118759320525730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was rudely awoken this morning by my parents.  I guess they don't like to sleep in... little do they know I will wake them up from their sleep soon enough.  I had to eat and then try to be entertained by my parents.  My dad seems to think that dancing to Pandora radio is my favorite thing... I do it to make him feel good, though he really doesn't have a clue.  My mom loves snuggle time and having girl talks... I am not sure if she realizes that I really can't talk yet, but she has fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then forced to go shopping with mom and taken on a 4 mile walk in this stroller.  I had to sit in a lounged position and sleep for the majority of the walk while mom pushed me. I was so tired of trying to tell her where to go I decided sleep was the best option for both of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up dad was there and looked like a lobster... guess running for a few hours will do that, the dude forgot to where sunscreen, what did he honestly expect?  I was then fed, sat outside on the lawn, and bathed before winding down for the night.  I love bath time with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm-UHaOI1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/JX-tjUvInRM/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm-UHaOI1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/JX-tjUvInRM/s320/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479119674468606802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had two things you wanted to eat at the same time?  I could not decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm8VizQGrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PtXg6uaiWWs/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm8VizQGrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PtXg6uaiWWs/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479117499977964210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to eat both hands at once... for some reason I saw things going differently in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were outside I was able to talk to grammy though, I tried to tell her that my parents need help... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm7fhmSzlI/AAAAAAAAANk/4IqBPkhRJk8/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm7fhmSzlI/AAAAAAAAANk/4IqBPkhRJk8/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479116571942243922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't hear me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm71BhLMQI/AAAAAAAAANs/K2f7iw4VNiE/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm71BhLMQI/AAAAAAAAANs/K2f7iw4VNiE/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479116941287960834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but that was an exhausting day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm8Cvf_xiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JKTz2UXLkYg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm8Cvf_xiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JKTz2UXLkYg/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479117176969348642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, what do you think...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm91WIdBEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/O33rzsxYTJ4/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm91WIdBEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/O33rzsxYTJ4/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479119145844671554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-7860936804836282787?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/7860936804836282787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=7860936804836282787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/7860936804836282787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/7860936804836282787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-long-day-just-exhausting.html' title='My long day... just exhausting.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAm9MwbzCYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ghOpKd3SzzA/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-2541796213858584708</id><published>2010-06-04T18:11:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:00:15.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends, books, and how does this work...?</title><content type='html'>Well Kylie has been investigating everything around her the last week. She is a little Kylie Holmes you could say, though I don't think she will challenging anyone to a fight anytime soon.  She has met a few new friends shown below, though one of her friends, Mr. Frog, was so intriguing that while Kylie was sitting on the couch with Mr. Frog in front of her she reached out and grabbed him with both hands.  It seemed like she had not thought too far ahead though, because when Mr. Frog ended up near her face after she brought her arms back she decided he was invading her space and had a frantic look on her face before the quick short breaths led to a scream.  Mr. Frog understood and dad moved him away.  Don't you think it can be pretty dramatic when your friend gets a little closer than they are supposed to and then won't move?  Even with friends and family there are boundaries... Kylie is defining hers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmfGWQ68zI/AAAAAAAAANc/1xAZ8vfOV10/s1600/DSCN1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmfGWQ68zI/AAAAAAAAANc/1xAZ8vfOV10/s320/DSCN1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479085353077502770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys... what's your name?  I am Kylie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmesqu5cmI/AAAAAAAAANU/oZSwhNsBnp4/s1600/DSCN1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmesqu5cmI/AAAAAAAAANU/oZSwhNsBnp4/s320/DSCN1627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479084911895343714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie also met her fuzzy friends in which she had a long conversation with in her crib.  She either liked her noisy bug friends or she was freaked out by their big eyes... either way she would stare at them for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmaZPXXN6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/q5ZddqyIAlM/s1600/DSCN1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmaZPXXN6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/q5ZddqyIAlM/s320/DSCN1623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479080180084848546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you?  You look funny and make funny sounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmcWh0f5DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eqPrtBgg0b4/s1600/DSCN1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmcWh0f5DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eqPrtBgg0b4/s320/DSCN1624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479082332522538034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if I grab your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite new find though has been her feet.  She loves to stare at them and watch them move, especially when they are covered in ducks....  Kylie has a few books in her library and has read all of them with us so far, though her favorite  is definitely "I Love You, Stinky Face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmbJZ62HwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ypmPDMxjGzY/s1600/DSCN1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmbJZ62HwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ypmPDMxjGzY/s320/DSCN1632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479081007551749890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is so great... I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmbYNi8zeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CEFKJ_YraQI/s1600/DSCN1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmbYNi8zeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CEFKJ_YraQI/s320/DSCN1633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479081261928336866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this page turning thing work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been reading it about once a day this week.  She even reads it herself... though the english is still coming along, we like to think she speaks her own language like I used to when I was young.  Though my trouble with speaking lasted a little longer than I think hers will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmcrMYKCRI/AAAAAAAAANE/qFUNfwd6g5U/s1600/DSCN1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmcrMYKCRI/AAAAAAAAANE/qFUNfwd6g5U/s320/DSCN1618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479082687543773458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this dad?  How does this work?  You guys use it a lot, but I don't get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmdXF1fGQI/AAAAAAAAANM/hTLd64nlKSc/s1600/DSCN1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmdXF1fGQI/AAAAAAAAANM/hTLd64nlKSc/s320/DSCN1616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479083441701984514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if I do this...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-2541796213858584708?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/2541796213858584708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=2541796213858584708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2541796213858584708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2541796213858584708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-friends-books-and-how-does-this.html' title='New friends, books, and how does this work...?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAmfGWQ68zI/AAAAAAAAANc/1xAZ8vfOV10/s72-c/DSCN1625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-1097623766403612294</id><published>2010-05-29T10:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:18:13.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother and Daughter</title><content type='html'>So Kristen has had a hard time when she has had to go to work the last few weeks.  She has been great about it, but she treasures her time with Kylie and Kylie always loves a good mommy daughter snuggle time.  Kylie was a little unhappy this week after getting her 2 month shots and has made us aware of her displeasure each night.  It has been sad since she has had a harder time sleeping and seems to have more nightmares... though a lot of adults have nightmares of shots too, right?  Kristen and Kylie are often very tired so they have nap time together, the picture below is them at this moment while I am typing... she actually doesn't know I am on the blog right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFHL7E01uI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cBxjYyqobe0/s1600/DSCN1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFHL7E01uI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cBxjYyqobe0/s320/DSCN1608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476736892021298914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFHdTQWPtI/AAAAAAAAAME/is6bF3d6O50/s1600/DSCN1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFHdTQWPtI/AAAAAAAAAME/is6bF3d6O50/s320/DSCN1607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476737190569852626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Park City last week for fun and stopped by the outlet mall.  We looked at numerous stores and found some fun stuff, though we only left the shops with clothes bought for Kylie.  I imagine that will be a common thing as she continues to grow.  It was a fun day and Kristen was very excited to find a swim suit for Kylie which she informed me was the highlight of our day. We also found some baby jeans that Kristen had been wanting for a few weeks now... some photos of these are shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFIr_sK_lI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iSU8DT2dHg4/s1600/DSCN1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFIr_sK_lI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iSU8DT2dHg4/s320/DSCN1586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476738542527512146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I have a question... Do you like my new hat? Hey guys,... guys, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFJJYFiDHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VCWlQfnjtYs/s1600/DSCN1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFJJYFiDHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VCWlQfnjtYs/s320/DSCN1596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739047292537970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, guys... what about my new swim suit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFJpZhW4BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TAZiLzH9DK4/s1600/DSCN1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFJpZhW4BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TAZiLzH9DK4/s320/DSCN1589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739597433495570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my jeans? Guys, what do you think... do these jeans make me look fat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-1097623766403612294?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/1097623766403612294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=1097623766403612294' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1097623766403612294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1097623766403612294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-and-daughter.html' title='Mother and Daughter'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/TAFHL7E01uI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cBxjYyqobe0/s72-c/DSCN1608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-5135057741267152876</id><published>2010-04-27T23:51:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:57:31.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The storks belated delivery...</title><content type='html'>A little over a week before my due date, we were surprised to get a text from my mom saying my dad had pneumonia.  Due to this, my mom took a flight headed to our place the next day.  Since I had been on the verge of having high blood pressure and had major swelling issues, we were hoping that baby would be joining us within the next week.  However, I had a rude awakening when I went to my appointment and was told that my Dr. was putting money on baby arriving a week late.  So, my due date came and went.  The day after, we went in to the hospital for a non-stress test to see how baby was doing.  I secretly hoped that baby would fail her first recorded test in this life.  The nurse began the test and proceeded to destroy my hopes with comments like ... "looks like you will still be pregnant", "she has plenty of fluid".  As we sat there watching the screens displaying the contractions and baby's heart rate we saw a contraction that lasted over 3 minutes.  Baby's heart rate dropped during this contraction to around 70 bpm and didn't recover for a few minutes.  The nurse decided this was enough of a problem to discuss it with the Dr.  I was then told that my bag should be packed and I would be living in the Orem Community Hospital for a few days.  I was induced around 4-5 PM on March 23rd.  As the contractions started coming faster and stronger, baby's heart rate continued to drop as it had before.  She told us early on that things will take place on her time frame rather than ours.  I got an epidural later that night, but unfortunately I learned that it does not reduce the pain when you have back labor.  The nurses were very nice and took great care of me, though I, Dave, and my mom did not get a wink of sleep that night.  After being on and off pitocen all night they started having me push around 7:30 AM.  After baby put up a good fight, the Dr. gave us the option of using a suction or doing a C-section.  We chose the suction and battle continued.  Baby arrived after a few more rounds of push and pull.  The Dr, reassured us that the present cone shape and hickey of her poor little head was only temporary.  Baby didn't mind the comments about her head and just looked around at those around her, probably thinking about how funny we must have looked that morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fWyxd9WxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EfM4wFVB1hQ/s1600/DSCN1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fWyxd9WxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EfM4wFVB1hQ/s320/DSCN1408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465072840598182674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fXO5bvdQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uLaV1wd13iw/s1600/DSCN1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fXO5bvdQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uLaV1wd13iw/s320/DSCN1427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465073323772704002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fXgVuYvJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vVmXoFuj424/s1600/DSCN1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fXgVuYvJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vVmXoFuj424/s320/DSCN1414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465073623424875666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we have enjoyed having her home with us.  She tends to sleep well with only one snack time around 4 AM.  Like me, she does not like to go to sleep early.  I guess the early bird philosophy means nothing to her yet.  She is still very aware of her surroundings and enjoys dancing with mom and dad. She is growing and changing daily and we think she is beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fX9wtdQDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y_vpSf-iO5g/s1600/DSCN1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fX9wtdQDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y_vpSf-iO5g/s320/DSCN1471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465074128884940850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fYOLO6KZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/IH5EAkp2gdA/s1600/DSCN1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fYOLO6KZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/IH5EAkp2gdA/s320/DSCN1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465074410882476434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fYhlXlrmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lHqVvsIoBwI/s1600/DSCN1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fbqKJUH-I/AAAAAAAAALU/yx-q8KwqlT0/s320/DSCN1450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465078190161797090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fb2zVsgAI/AAAAAAAAALc/5UA2nr8nwAs/s1600/DSCN1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fb2zVsgAI/AAAAAAAAALc/5UA2nr8nwAs/s320/DSCN1483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465078407378010114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fcOYa3DuI/AAAAAAAAALk/JBmMOp36zBc/s1600/DSCN1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fcOYa3DuI/AAAAAAAAALk/JBmMOp36zBc/s320/DSCN1486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465078812468776674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-5135057741267152876?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/5135057741267152876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=5135057741267152876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5135057741267152876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5135057741267152876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/04/storks-belated-delivery.html' title='The storks belated delivery...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fWyxd9WxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EfM4wFVB1hQ/s72-c/DSCN1408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-1313581295063795149</id><published>2010-04-27T23:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:50:44.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our basketball adventures of the winter...</title><content type='html'>Well where to begin... as many of you know I, Dave, have enjoyed playing basketball for years.  I am not a great player by any sense of the imagination, but I enjoy a good game.  I usually played on Saturday mornings with some friends to keep myself in half-decent shape during the school semesters. Back in December I woke up one Saturday to do just that and little did I know that I would be playing in a game, I will never forget, and if I do... we have pictures to remind me.  I was playing defense and proceeded to block the shooters elbow with my face.  I know he wasn't expecting that quick defensive maneuver and so I proceeded to fall to the floor allowing him time to adjust to my defensive skills.  I later realized that by blocking his elbow with my face, something I didn't anticipate happened.  I thought nothing of it until Kristen told me we should go to the urgent care center at BYU.  The Dr. there told us that nothing was wrong and I should just take it easy.  I took his advice until later when I went to blow my nose and had a new sensation ... my face blew up like a balloon.  I figured this was no problem, maybe other people have this too, right?  After talking to another Dr. at the ER, I decided that might not be true.  We were told that my face was broken and the bone under my eye had 3 fractures.  It took some time to heal, but it did and everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fIxhG0F0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/WSmhGxTtA6Q/s1600/DSCN1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fIxhG0F0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/WSmhGxTtA6Q/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465057425863481154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in January, I played intramurals with some friends and we ended up playing in the Division 3 playoffs.  We had a relatively small team, but we were defensively minded and won some tight games despite forgetting how to make lay-ups.  We made it to the championship game and our offensive and defensive leaders played great.  We won that game and many of us earned our first championship shirt at BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fJj70NtxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VJVkTQ2x9Nc/s1600/DSCN1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fJj70NtxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VJVkTQ2x9Nc/s320/DSCN1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465058292026685202" 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/8030119141024276133-1313581295063795149?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/1313581295063795149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=1313581295063795149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1313581295063795149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1313581295063795149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-basketball-adventures-of-winter.html' title='Our basketball adventures of the winter...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S9fIxhG0F0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/WSmhGxTtA6Q/s72-c/DSCN1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-298009419929180228</id><published>2010-03-28T09:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:41:28.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Kylie!!</title><content type='html'>Baby Kylie has finally made it!! Ok, so she actually made it on March 24, but I am always late posting things. =) She came at 8:11 on Wednesday morning and was 6 pounds 6 ounces and 19 inches long. I will post more later but here is a picture for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S694bsCd7mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l2XBggsHkvg/s1600/babykylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S694bsCd7mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l2XBggsHkvg/s320/babykylie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453710090842271330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-298009419929180228?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/298009419929180228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=298009419929180228' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/298009419929180228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/298009419929180228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-kylie.html' title='Baby Kylie!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S694bsCd7mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l2XBggsHkvg/s72-c/babykylie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-5773605828425187825</id><published>2010-02-21T20:47:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:29:32.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S4IEUdebduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ccBaV5K7CFE/s1600-h/babyfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440916049373132514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S4IEUdebduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ccBaV5K7CFE/s320/babyfoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we just thought we should let you all know... WE ARE HAVING A GIRL!!! =) Ok, so I know that we are about 4 months late in posting this, but hey, better late than never!! =) We have had some computer and internet problems so we never got this posted sooner. But anyways, it is a girl and she looks good!! We got to get the ultrasound on dvd and I think I watched it like 4 or 5 times that week. I still can't believe that she is in there sometimes. However, now, she is getting so big that we really can't deny that she is in there and she gets a "kick" out of kicking me in the bladder or ribs. =) Bad joke, I know. But the doctor keeps telling us that everything looks good and that she may even end up coming early... which, I'm not gonna lie, sounds just fine to me right now! =) I feel bad for Dave in the night when I wake up to pee all the time or just can't sleep... I'm sure he is just as excited for her to be out of me as I am! =) We are down to my weekly visits already... I can't believe the due date is 4 weeks away already!! I am trying to make sure that we have all the things that we really REALLY need still before she graces us with her presence... I am just not so good at knowing what we REALLY need. But, I'm working on it and can hopefully get the majority of it before she comes. We still have not decided on a name and probably won't until we see her at the hospital. At least we have some names that we like though... a whole list to choose from!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S4IHspRkRkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B927IrL78yc/s1600-h/babygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440919763392153154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S4IHspRkRkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B927IrL78yc/s320/babygirl.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/8030119141024276133-5773605828425187825?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/5773605828425187825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=5773605828425187825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5773605828425187825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5773605828425187825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-awesome.html' title='Baby Awesome'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/S4IEUdebduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ccBaV5K7CFE/s72-c/babyfoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-6350421240593309721</id><published>2009-08-23T12:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:16:53.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gummy Bear and Me... small things can pack a big punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SpGOHDlxROI/AAAAAAAAAII/QTbVM0ogtDw/s1600-h/gummy+bear+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SpGOHDlxROI/AAAAAAAAAII/QTbVM0ogtDw/s320/gummy+bear+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373232082303665378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have definitely had our fair share of surprises this summer... and to top that list of surprises, we are expecting a little addition to our little family. It is especially a little addition right now... it is about the size of and even strongly resembles a gummy bear(hence the picture above). We had our first doctor's appointment last week. I am due on March 22 and officially 10 weeks along. I am definitely feeling everyone of those 10 weeks right now. Luckily, my doctor gave me a prescription, that is supposed to help with the nausea and throwing up, and it usually does, if I make sure to get at least 10 hours of sleep a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on a happier note, at our appointment, we got the hear the little heart beat and even see the little gummy bear/parasite. We only call it a parasite because it just seems to suck everything out of me and make me really sick right now. Hopefully, it will soon just be known as the gummy bear, or some other random name that we come up with. =) Here is the picture from our first ultrasound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SpGTQYodnOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/je1EGySadD0/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SpGTQYodnOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/je1EGySadD0/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373237740129066210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-6350421240593309721?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/6350421240593309721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=6350421240593309721' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6350421240593309721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6350421240593309721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-we-have-definitely-had-our-fair.html' title='The Gummy Bear and Me... small things can pack a big punch'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SpGOHDlxROI/AAAAAAAAAII/QTbVM0ogtDw/s72-c/gummy+bear+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-6810657239948942466</id><published>2009-08-21T12:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:10:37.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So73_ow5rjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1yO0VlCXeI/s1600-h/DSCN1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So73_ow5rjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1yO0VlCXeI/s320/DSCN1225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372504078145924658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the college student that I am I decided not study one day, but rather go with Kristen up to see our good friends Spencer and Laura up in Salt Lake.  We had decided to go to the Hogle Zoo after a generous breakfast they made for us.  I must say they were also patient since we were about an hour late getting there... oops.  I, being my smart logical self, decided to wear a BYU shirt for our trip to the zoo which was located right near the U of U.  I spent the remainder of my day observing the animals trying to stay sane in their cages and those regarding me and my shirt in disgust.  I was very entertained as it seemed that both blue and red filled the zoo.  But the minor distraction of loyalty did not deter us from enjoying the animals we went to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So74APcpZkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wvD9vG4p1Wg/s1600-h/DSCN1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So74APcpZkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wvD9vG4p1Wg/s320/DSCN1227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372504088529954370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So74AjuDU5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/luk_kpbUFSo/s1600-h/DSCN1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So74AjuDU5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/luk_kpbUFSo/s320/DSCN1160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372504093971665810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future pet... isn't he precious... I somehow don't think Kristen would find him so cute as he lays on our couch. I think he's got the lounging thing down though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76f9fSEBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SKOh-lbt6SA/s1600-h/DSCN1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76f9fSEBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SKOh-lbt6SA/s320/DSCN1184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372506832488239122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby giraffe, Kristen and Laura had a good time walkin back and forth tryin to get a good shot of this little guy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76fOrFReI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RGi-gTJMnag/s1600-h/DSCN1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76fOrFReI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RGi-gTJMnag/s320/DSCN1173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372506819921266146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't decide what happened to the bear... the mo-hawk thing with his fur was pretty entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen had a great time with the small monkeys and proceeded to tell me we should get one... I would definately rather hear our future daughter, hypothetically, ask for a pony rather than a monkey.  As it turned out, Kristen pretty much wanted any small animal that looked cute, so unfortunately when I asked for a Leopard she said no.  We saw various monkeys, a Tiger, snow leapords, snakes, alligators, frogs, camels, a gorilla, bears, cougars, rhino's, elephants, zebra, penguins, even a baby giraffe, etc.  The trip was fun, but definitely hot.  We found ourselves lingering around mist spray machines provided at various locations around the zoo.  We had a lot of fun watching the penguins as they swam around and darted through the water after each other and fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76ectOo6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/0jfcVOTofQE/s1600-h/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76ectOo6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/0jfcVOTofQE/s320/DSCN1167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372506806508495778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they go, follow the leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76eC_x_sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lOi_xuos-80/s1600-h/DSCN1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So76eC_x_sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lOi_xuos-80/s320/DSCN1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372506799606988482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all seemed to move in groups, unsure of moving too far without others approval first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was entertaining at first to watch one penguin observe the rising water level of the pond they use... all of the others watched him as he waited moved back and forth as if encouraging others to join him while still deciding if the water was inviting enough himself.  He finally jumped in and started swimming, after that most of the other penguins jumped in after him... guess it was safe since he did it.  It funny if life how similar we all are... don't want to do something unless someone else does it first cause then ya know thats it's all ok... the penguin band wagon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So77jS6uWmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fVmzj6GvQkk/s1600-h/DSCN1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So77jS6uWmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fVmzj6GvQkk/s320/DSCN1194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372507989291719266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildcat... he was hiding in a little cave area, but one of the few big cats that was even remotely awake...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So77jKjTBsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9b0Eu2-mvNo/s1600-h/DSCN1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So77jKjTBsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9b0Eu2-mvNo/s320/DSCN1192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372507987045975746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we didn't get the sleep schedule for the cats... they were all pretty much asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So77iU3DgRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h8J-fWSrJoA/s1600-h/DSCN1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So77iU3DgRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h8J-fWSrJoA/s320/DSCN1215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372507972633329938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only gorilla, he just wandered around and headed for a door opening at one point as if he was telling us that he knew it was meal time and he was hungry.  The food didn't arrive though so he walked over to some shade and crashed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times at the Zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-6810657239948942466?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/6810657239948942466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=6810657239948942466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6810657239948942466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6810657239948942466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-to-zoo.html' title='A trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So73_ow5rjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1yO0VlCXeI/s72-c/DSCN1225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-8095794621847776491</id><published>2009-08-21T12:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:54:49.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Air Show...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7rTDlyi7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HZAucMK4eRg/s1600-h/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7rTDlyi7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HZAucMK4eRg/s320/DSCN0879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372490118113430450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Air Force Air Show was always something I remembered growing up and so when I heard that it was taking place this year I told Kristen we should go.  She was great about it and seemed excited to watch it despite not knowing who the Thunderbirds were....  We were honestly very lucky in our trip north to my parents house in South Ogden because there was a massive accident on I-15 that we were able to avoid,  though we were worried for all those involved.  We arrived at our destination and met with my parents, my sister, and her daughter.  We went for a walk to the new library up there to kill some time before the real show started.  I reminisced with Kristen about growing up and hearing the Thunderbirds fly over the roof top as if they were going to clip the nearest tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7q5ZEMEtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8wzHHq0Pp78/s1600-h/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7q5ZEMEtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8wzHHq0Pp78/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372489677201478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7rpgsa8aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ANaIsh-eI8A/s1600-h/DSCN0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7rpgsa8aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ANaIsh-eI8A/s320/DSCN0906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372490503882994082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for the show finally arrived and it just so happened that some of our extended family pulled up next to us to watch the show too.  We were entertained by the Queen of the moment, Lexi, until the show started.  She was trying to be persuaded into visiting people as they held out the offering of chocolate, a common weakness in our genes, she was not to be persuaded though because she found the real source of the goodness.  The show was great and we had at least five passes directly over our heads with between 4 and 6 Thunderbirds each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7r4LCPSKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xJnu51MUJ10/s1600-h/DSCN0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7r4LCPSKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xJnu51MUJ10/s320/DSCN0981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372490755766962338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I must say though that despite our fun at the show, I learned that the camera Kristen's ... I had several moments of user difficulty trying to capture good pictures of the planes as they flew over.  I finally passed the camera back to Kristen in defeat and frustration not knowing how a small black box could beat me so easily... maybe engineering might not be the best choice for my future profession... no just kidding, it doesn't require photography expertise, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-8095794621847776491?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/8095794621847776491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=8095794621847776491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8095794621847776491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8095794621847776491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/08/air-show.html' title='The Air Show...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So7rTDlyi7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HZAucMK4eRg/s72-c/DSCN0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-8324923119585262172</id><published>2009-08-21T11:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:22:15.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fat Kid, family, Park City ... a memorable combination.</title><content type='html'>The tale of two sizes... I was always known as chicken legs and stick boy growing up because, I can admit, I pretty much stand on toothpicks for legs.  I have learned however that my size and slender shape can be deceiving.  That is how it was when Kristen and I made a trip to Park City to visit my brother and sister-in-law, Matt and Dayna.  They were very generous in inviting us to come see them while they had some alone time from their wonderful children, Joel and Emme.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go get some food when we arrived, but the decision as to where to go was a whole different issue (as is the case when food is discussed in our families). We finally decided on a popular pizza place not far down the road and when we arrived I saw the Fat Kid.  I knew there was going to be trouble the moment Kristen explained what the Fat Kid was doing... challenging me.  I had already decided I would not back down, and so we accepted the challenge.  I proceeded to show the Fat Kid that despite my slender appearance somehow my stomache can expand in places I don't know exist.  I was told that my performance against the food which consisted of... about half or maybe a little more of the Fat Kid ( it's a 20" pizza with Pepperoni, Ricotta, and Spinach... despite my confident demeanor at the table it was bigger than I expected, but tasted great), half of my brother's philly steak and cheese sandwich (which was large... I basically had my own sandwich), almost half of Dayna's chicken... sandwich (also a good size sandwich which would have been smaller, but as it turned out Kristen only wanted a bite... for a taster), a healthy portion of fries, and most anything else that was not wanted to be eaten at the time... was shocking and maybe a little disturbing since I didn't feel that the food slowed me down at all.  I would say that I won that bout and even impressed Kristen, who was only slightly surprised... though now I am questioning why I am informing you all about this... I just sound like a pig. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun up in Park City with Matt and Dayna.  We were going to go miniature golfing but things didn't quite turn out to be what we had anticipated... it was more of a compact mini course you could pack up and take with you on trips for kids to play with, like connect the dots or something, we were all relatively disappointed... so we ended up going to a movie instead and chillin after.  The day was great and we had no worries, though we were unable to show off our mad-Tiger putting skills... maybe next time. We stayed in Park City for a few hours, talked and laughed.  We shared one of our traditions with them as we all got Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory Apples, something we do just about every time we are in Park City.  We then decided that we should get back to Provo before it got too late, the joys of early morning meetings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-8324923119585262172?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/8324923119585262172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=8324923119585262172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8324923119585262172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8324923119585262172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/08/fat-kid-family-park-city-memorable.html' title='The Fat Kid, family, Park City ... a memorable combination.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-5334515931823925954</id><published>2009-08-20T20:40:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:39:47.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick stop in Washington on our way through Summer...</title><content type='html'>I must say, everyone says time flies when you're having fun... what about when you are doin work and school, is that classified as fun?  It does make time go by faster and can be enjoyable at times... so I guess it is.  We kept busy with each passing day and month but were both very happy to get out of Utah County and make a quick detour to Spokane in July.  The weather was nice, though it seemed to my little mind that the hot Utah days seemed to take a vacation with us.  I am not saying that its our fault nor that we wanted the heat of summer to follow us but it did, maybe it was afraid of being forgotten.  I don't know why, but either way it was nice and warm  while we were in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So42kN7SKpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MS3BwOvtUdw/s1600-h/DSCN1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So42kN7SKpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MS3BwOvtUdw/s320/DSCN1016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372291401341086354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, caught here, confused and disoriented... somehow I thought I should be doing homework on vacation... in a short time I was set straight and productivity showed me that it was a silly idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time there despite the warm weather.  We spent the days doing various activities such as swimming, climbing, visiting with family, etc. and the nights playin cards, watchin the fireworks, and relaxin.  I did see though that my poor example as a husband has affected my sweet and innocent wife.  As we proceeded to prepare for our trip north my wife had the wonderful idea of surprising her parents who already knew we were coming... I have previously shown an example of having fun with whats true and whats slightly varying from truth when it came to visiting my family.  Kristen had the great idea of varying from truth when it came to explaining when we would be arriving in Washington, which became later than expected due to unforeseen events (lies).  Despite my objections (assistance) to this dirty (amusing) little plan everything seemed to play out as she desired, until everyone almost fell asleep before we pulled in.  That entrance into the weekend was a sure sign that the trip was definitely worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4qZYKo-iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kWUFEhSeCN0/s1600-h/DSCN1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4qZYKo-iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kWUFEhSeCN0/s320/DSCN1030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372278020971756066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbin around... always good fun... though Kristen informed me that its not always fun for your hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So40q8X3CfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TuDooIdWlls/s1600-h/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So40q8X3CfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TuDooIdWlls/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372289317864933874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4yxOol21I/AAAAAAAAAFw/M97yLW8Huo4/s1600-h/DSCN1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4yxOol21I/AAAAAAAAAFw/M97yLW8Huo4/s320/DSCN1073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372287226822908754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan, showing us how the real climbing is done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the memorable moments in Spokane were, to name a few, the family get together in mom and dad's backyard, flying off the slip and slide at that get together with Ryan and Kristin to follow suit after, seeing Cohen, getting family pictures taken, bouldering, playing cards, moving a piano, swimming at the beach area and watching a massive jet boat enter the water (though we never saw it take off... too bad), playing games as couples, sitting on the roof watchin various firework shows from neighboring cities and then the neighbors, eating at Zips (a ritual I don't think we will miss whenever in Washington, or so I am told), watching Nate dodge water balloons as he played both soccer and volleyball with a volleyball (though if I remember right... Nate dodging the balloon made for a wet Ashley), seeing grandpa, watching Dylan and Leila track down Chloe, and just catchin up on the good ol' times with family.  We really enjoyed ourselves, but were forced to leave town... as responsibilities in happy valley pulled us back to reality.  It is nice to see family and is always worth the time even if for a short few days over a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4q5OFMwHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JX42MP6V9G8/s1600-h/DSCN1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4q5OFMwHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JX42MP6V9G8/s320/DSCN1075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372278568020394098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan and Leila runnin and having fun... while dad relaxes and mom was not in the picture, the jury is still debating if she intentionally missed or accidentally missed the pictures...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4xlIP_JsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qqgYAz3n7x0/s1600-h/DSCN1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4xlIP_JsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qqgYAz3n7x0/s320/DSCN1086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372285919439038146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4yHarunBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NJXRwR4AD5I/s1600-h/DSCN1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4yHarunBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NJXRwR4AD5I/s320/DSCN1078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372286508502785042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Kristin, and Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4zhWeX7AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/52kFrhq3gxU/s1600-h/DSCN1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So4zhWeX7AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/52kFrhq3gxU/s320/DSCN1095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372288053561256962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe, gettin some fresh air and jumpin around on various objects that seemed stable. To both Chloe's and our surprise the noises that followed informed us that not everything was as stable as it seemed.  She also showed us how real vacation is supposed to be spent as only she could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So41dxUaBGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ITFfVvW2vFs/s1600-h/DSCN1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So41dxUaBGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ITFfVvW2vFs/s320/DSCN1025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372290191070987362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of the details are incorrect I am not responsible, Kristen is not here to keep me in line at the moment and I am left to think for myself... always dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-5334515931823925954?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/5334515931823925954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=5334515931823925954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5334515931823925954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5334515931823925954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-stop-in-washington-on-our-way.html' title='Quick stop in Washington on our way through Summer...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So42kN7SKpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MS3BwOvtUdw/s72-c/DSCN1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-1319432113258055901</id><published>2009-08-20T15:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:51:56.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's here... or was...</title><content type='html'>Well isn't it nice to see that summer is almost he.. or wait... dang, its just our blog that thinks summer is almost here judging by our last post... Guess we are a little behind.  This is the first time I, Dave, will have posted on our blog so bear with me.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3PY1Y11RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lQNJsciB7do/s1600-h/DSCN0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3PY1Y11RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lQNJsciB7do/s320/DSCN0762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372177956077950226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kristen and I are both doing well.  There have been several things that we should have posted and will post about, but thats where all of your wonderful understanding and caring... did I suck up enough for forgiveness yet? Moving on...  I hope the post makes sense since I don't really know what I am doing, though one may ask if I ever have... not likely.  I am one of those who goes about life with a smile and a nod. Because really does it look like I know what I am doin...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done quite a bit though this summer such as, made a trip up to Washington where we hung out with family and did some bouldering etc.,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3LXO0uvRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lRgWYBJsJEw/s1600-h/DSCN1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3LXO0uvRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lRgWYBJsJEw/s320/DSCN1042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372173530499562770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; had some family get togethers in Utah, made it through work and classes, resolved our car issues, went to the zoo, ate a Fat Kid, learned to play Castle Crashers from Joel,  realized Kristen wants a cat or should I say kitten and a Yorky, Kristen survived not having channel 13 and found her show SYTYCD, I got tutoring lessons from my niece for Hydraulics (lucky she was there, she helped me pass the class), watched friends leave happy valley while I consoled Kristen telling her that someday we would grow up too...(while still gazing into the dark abyss that is future classes knowing that someone said my day would come too), got more responsibilities... whats up with that too?  Just because someone gets older its assumed they are wiser?  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3JbhLXmPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kqF__7d7po8/s1600-h/DSCN0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3JbhLXmPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kqF__7d7po8/s320/DSCN0793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372171405122574578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Definitely something wrong with that thought process, 'cause they have not met me yet... though I must say Kristen is livin up to it so maybe I am the "exception" to the rule.  I can live with that.  We also had the chance to help friends move... I don't think I have been asked to help move so many pianos in one summer... not that I moved them much, generally I got moved by them and acted more as a cushion between the piano and the wall or gate or door... you get the picture. The piano in Washington was a fun one though... definitely one to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3NU6KmedI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XhqCIosKsKg/s1600-h/DSCN0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3NU6KmedI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XhqCIosKsKg/s320/DSCN0997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372175689617668562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3NVT4pEbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CpiAoAcJOoQ/s1600-h/DSCN1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3NVT4pEbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CpiAoAcJOoQ/s320/DSCN1000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372175696521662898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats enough for the first post... the details will come in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-1319432113258055901?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/1319432113258055901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=1319432113258055901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1319432113258055901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1319432113258055901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-here-or-was.html' title='Summer&apos;s here... or was...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3PY1Y11RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lQNJsciB7do/s72-c/DSCN0762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-6840562054807227198</id><published>2009-05-31T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:26:37.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, 2 Years Already?</title><content type='html'>Well, about 5 days ago, we had our SECOND anniversary!! I cannot believe it has been that long!! I know in the long run of things, 2 years is not that long... but it certainly doesn't feel like it has been that long. However, sometimes it does feel like it has been a lifetime. =) We have been through a lot in these 2 years but know that we still have a TON more to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMuNSknQlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iUl8mQ0MlJg/s1600-h/Misc+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMuNSknQlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iUl8mQ0MlJg/s320/Misc+227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342164388850123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our anniversary by going to the temple, and then getting some Costa Vida burritos and Little Ceasar's pizza. We couldn't decide what we wanted... =)We have had a great 2 years and we wouldn't trade it for anything! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, HONEY!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-6840562054807227198?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/6840562054807227198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=6840562054807227198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6840562054807227198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6840562054807227198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-2-years-already.html' title='Wow, 2 Years Already?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMuNSknQlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iUl8mQ0MlJg/s72-c/Misc+227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-7571999231770467621</id><published>2009-05-31T18:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:59:55.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Rexburg, Population 5,000...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe that was an exaggeration... There are around 27575 people there, and about 27,500 of those are BYU-I students or staff. =) But really, we went there for Memorial Day weekend to have an ALMOST whole family gathering. We were really bummed that my brother and sis in Oregon couldn't come celebrate with us. It was fun to see my mom and dad and my other brother and his wife. They live there in Rexburg and go to school there. We mostly just hung out and relaxed, which was wonderful. The best kind of vacation, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3U7bJwfcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5fsUrYvFNN0/s1600-h/DSCN0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3U7bJwfcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5fsUrYvFNN0/s320/DSCN0753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372184047888924098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, we went up to see Mesa Falls, about 45 minutes to an hour away. It was absolutely beautiful! The falls were a lot of fun to see! We got to "hike" down to the little view area where we took a lot of pictures and just talked. I love waterfalls. There is just something about the sound of flowing water that relaxes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-7571999231770467621?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/7571999231770467621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=7571999231770467621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/7571999231770467621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/7571999231770467621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-rexburg-population-5000.html' title='Welcome to Rexburg, Population 5,000...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/So3U7bJwfcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5fsUrYvFNN0/s72-c/DSCN0753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-8616949713723872677</id><published>2009-05-31T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:51:52.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Seat...</title><content type='html'>Our neighbors moved about a week ago and had some things that they didn't want to take with them. Among those things was a chair... a perfect(not perfect condition) chair... a chair that I have always wanted... A CHAIR AND A HALF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMmBWMuJQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hUI9ajF540s/s1600-h/Misc+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMmBWMuJQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hUI9ajF540s/s320/Misc+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342155387572200706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this chair!! It is so comfortable to curl up and read, sleep, watch tv, or cuddle in! I was so excited about this chair that I have told everyone that they need to come over and see it!! Dave just laughs and says that it is just a chair... Oh honey, if you only knew... =) I got something that I have always wanted and didn't have to spend any money on it!! It was very nice of them to give this to us. They probably have no idea how much I love that chair!! Thanks a bunch!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-8616949713723872677?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/8616949713723872677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=8616949713723872677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8616949713723872677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8616949713723872677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-seat.html' title='Take a Seat...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMmBWMuJQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hUI9ajF540s/s72-c/Misc+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-5839707676918859975</id><published>2009-05-31T18:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:44:11.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Honey, I was in an accident..."</title><content type='html'>That was what Dave said to me about 10 minutes after dropping me off at work. Needless to say, I freaked out and ran out of my office faster than anyone would have thought possible in flip flops and at 6:40 in the morning. So yeah, Dave got hit by a woman who ran a red light at an intersection about 100 yards from my work. She hit the driver's side of our car right on the rear wheel, spinning him a little over 180 degrees so he was back facing the way that he had come. When I got to the intersection, all I saw was our car, sitting in the middle of the intersection, no Dave, no other car, just ours. I started thinking to myself, "The other car left?!" Luckily, I saw Dave sitting on the curb on the other side of the street and hurried across the crosswalk to check on him. He was a little shaken up but not seriously hurt. So that right there was already a huge blessing! I sighed with relief and then asked him what we need to do. About 2 minutes later, the police showed up and gave Dave and the other driver papers to fill out. I started getting some things out of our car that we might need and speaking to the officer about what we will need to do and everything. I, of course, called my mom in tears(we were supposed to be meeting them up in Rexburg for the long weekend) and broke the news to her that our car is not drivable and that we might not be able to make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMjxDF7TBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y7lsO_HPJ-E/s1600-h/Misc+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMjxDF7TBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y7lsO_HPJ-E/s320/Misc+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342152908542266386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Dave got his papers filled out, and our car was towed away, we walked back to my work to start getting everything taken care of. We immediately called our insurance and started the process of filing our claim. They took Dave's statement and everything. I took the rest of the day off and Brian and Sheri came down to help us sort everything out, because I was a huge wreck. We found out from Geico that we were found to have zero liability in the accident but had yet to hear about the other girl's claim. We were on the phone with Geico for probably between 3-4 hours trying to get everything worked out so that we had some sort of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMiCHovZPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h8V4gasUUUY/s1600-h/Misc+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMiCHovZPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h8V4gasUUUY/s320/Misc+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342151002796549362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we were able to rent a car and ended up being able to go to Rexburg after all. We were very blessed and I am so beyond grateful that Dave is ok!! Thanks for everyone's help with everything!! We love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-5839707676918859975?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/5839707676918859975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=5839707676918859975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5839707676918859975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5839707676918859975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-i-was-in-accident.html' title='&quot;Honey, I was in an accident...&quot;'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiMjxDF7TBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y7lsO_HPJ-E/s72-c/Misc+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-8776791842934740044</id><published>2009-05-31T10:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:01:58.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California... Here I come!!</title><content type='html'>So, Dave COMPLETELY surprised me with a trip to California for my birthday! It was right around finals when he sent me... Probably so I wouldn't be home to distract him... =) We were planning on going to Salt Lake one Friday night in April so Dave came to my work to pick me up and go. I was sitting at my desk and he came up and sat next to me. He handed me a couple sheets of paper and said that he had some ideas of what we could do in Salt Lake. I looked at the first paper and it was a picture of the beach, the next one was Disneyland... I was thinking to myself, "Did Disneyland just decide to move to Salt Lake without me knowing?" Then, the last paper was a flight itinerary for me to California. I looked at him and said, "Is this some kind of joke? Because it's not funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't a joke, much to my delight and I flew out 2 hours later... I flew in to Long Beach, CA, by far the smallest airport I had ever seen, the baggage claim was actually outside, and Jen picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLFF7SQfyI/AAAAAAAAADk/GBmJM3q0Euc/s1600-h/Misc+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLFF7SQfyI/AAAAAAAAADk/GBmJM3q0Euc/s320/Misc+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342048813619117858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Rodeo Drive the next morning and felt so out of place we couldn't even bring ourselves to go in the stores... I think they were just a little too down scale for us... =) It was kinda fun to see all the fancy cars and everything. I was rudely reminded by the people there that I would never own anything like that in my entire life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLCctc9RkI/AAAAAAAAADM/MI85tcxb5jI/s1600-h/Misc+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLCctc9RkI/AAAAAAAAADM/MI85tcxb5jI/s320/Misc+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342045906508006978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the beach 2 days in a row, to work on my tan. Within 10 minutes of being there, I pretty sure there was sand in and on everything! Lexi especially... Her bath after the playing at the beach looked like she brought the whole thing home with her! I had a blast playing with Jen and Lexi on the beach! Well, the whole &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLC6xonnRI/AAAAAAAAADU/FsXRnXUvLxM/s1600-h/Misc+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLC6xonnRI/AAAAAAAAADU/FsXRnXUvLxM/s320/Misc+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342046423026736402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time actually... =) Lexi loved the water so much!! Once she went up one time, we couldn't get her to stay up at the towels for more than a few minutes without serious repercussions. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent a little time in Hollywood, the best place on earth!! It is actually quite a bit more dirty than you see in the movies... How did real life become so much dirtier than the movies?! I thought everything was supposed to be perfect?! =) It was kinda cool to see all the cool theaters there and everything. It is amazing sometimes to see all the random things&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLF0603l4I/AAAAAAAAADs/p54hT4vQJmc/s1600-h/Misc+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLF0603l4I/AAAAAAAAADs/p54hT4vQJmc/s320/Misc+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342049620949702530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that people think of, how, I am not entirely sure. Much to my dismay, and Jen's, we found out later that night that HUGH JACKMAN was in Hollywood the same day we were!! Just a few hours earlier!! I couldn't believe it when I heard it!! Sorry honey, but he is very attractive... =) Also, while in Hollywood, we went to a cool shopping mall that had a big fountain in the middle that came right out of the ground... Dave couldn't seem to keep Lexi out of it... Or was it the other way around? =) By the end of that play session, Lexi and Dave were pretty wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLDjkwv2zI/AAAAAAAAADc/lJ04TlrmR0E/s1600-h/Misc+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLDjkwv2zI/AAAAAAAAADc/lJ04TlrmR0E/s320/Misc+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342047123945806642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we just kinda hung out and I got to relax from real life for a while. Thanks Jen for letting me invade your house for a week and putting up with me the whole time! And Thanks Honey for being so great!! You are amazing!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-8776791842934740044?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/8776791842934740044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=8776791842934740044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8776791842934740044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/8776791842934740044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/05/california-here-i-come.html' title='California... Here I come!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SiLFF7SQfyI/AAAAAAAAADk/GBmJM3q0Euc/s72-c/Misc+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-6911416024028115441</id><published>2009-03-06T18:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:35:18.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know what you are all thinking... I am way behind... I always wait until I have so much to blog about that I don't have time to do it all. We went and saw Twilight at the dollar theater and just hung out most of the day. We had pizza and watched a movie. I even got Dave some french pastries to try and surprise him but apparently he knows everything, even when no one tells him. I should just give up trying to surprise him. I am a terrible liar anyway... But, I had some pictures of our wonderful Valentine's Day dinner and thought I would share them. =)&lt;br /&gt;                               I slaved all day on this Papa Murphy's heart shaped pizza... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310251501547392498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHNmxG3jfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kuvBXxq_oxM/s320/Misc+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                         And I actually set the table and lit some candles... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                      it adds to the "romance" of the holiday so I hear... =)    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310251681808828050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHNxQoixpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gJxdNFrn3hM/s320/Misc+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, that about wraps up our spectacular Valentine's plans. I know, I know, we are so exciting that you guys can't handle it. But try... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-6911416024028115441?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/6911416024028115441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=6911416024028115441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6911416024028115441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/6911416024028115441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHNmxG3jfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kuvBXxq_oxM/s72-c/Misc+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-486854547751312217</id><published>2009-03-06T18:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:25:55.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled</title><content type='html'>So, I love doing puzzles! They give me something to do other than sit on my butt and watch tv distracting Dave from something constructive, like homework. I'm sure he would rather not be doing his homework, but I always feel bad when he is doing things at the last minute all because I kept him from doing it before. So, I recently got a new puzzle to take up some of my time. It was a 2000 piece puzzle of the Vegas strip at dusk. It was way cool looking! It took about a week and a half to finish the puzzle, so it didn't end up taking up as much time as I'd hoped. But, it was fun anyway. =) Here is a picture of the finished product... and I didn't do it all myself, contrary to what some people think... Dave and some of our friends helped out a ton!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250843267496002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHNAc0teEI/AAAAAAAAACs/BqTNq7Ftf4M/s320/Misc+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-486854547751312217?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/486854547751312217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=486854547751312217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/486854547751312217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/486854547751312217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/03/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHNAc0teEI/AAAAAAAAACs/BqTNq7Ftf4M/s72-c/Misc+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-2101926003608032237</id><published>2009-03-06T17:24:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:00:06.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Dead Than Red...</title><content type='html'>Or so I hear anyway... Red is my favorite color, but not on days that University of Utah is being talked about. My life might be in danger if I were to admit such a thing in this town. The most dangerous thing around here is probably the BYU fans. Don't get me wrong, I love BYU but I personally don't think a color is going to make a difference. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310243630168284050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHGcl72G5I/AAAAAAAAACc/NLGF98IMVI0/s320/Misc+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310243936818944482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHGucTD2eI/AAAAAAAAACk/tluDTvSqUZU/s320/Misc+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went to the BYU vs. Utah basketball game last Saturday. One of Dave's friends, Kyle, is a huge fan and was camped out with the crazy people to get good seats at the game. We were the 17th tent in line. By Saturday morning, the day of the game, there were over 80 tents up around the Mariott Center. It was crazy!! Dave and I went out Saturday morning and stood in line to make sure we keep our spot. We got to see all the random groups, some playing Rock Band, or watching movies, or other random things that, generally, are not done outside in the cold. While waiting in line, we got to see some of the players come around and talk to the people in line. The athletic trainers also came out and were giving out dozens and dozens of donuts to people who had been in line for days. It was pretty cool! =) Free donuts!&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&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310242712542253106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHFnLgwEDI/AAAAAAAAACM/fN76LolZ_pA/s320/Misc+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310242231007877842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHFLJqAmtI/AAAAAAAAACE/QaeMWNUmtWw/s320/Misc+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once inside, the fans were insane. They were booing at the slightest bit of red that came in to the building... and this was about an hour and a half before the game even started... I love listening to loud, crazy people boo at a color... (I hope you caught that sarcasm, I was laying it on PRETTY thick...) =) It was a really good game, and to make it better, BYU came out on top, as they should. I have some pictures of our crazy group... =) We had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310241841406446338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHE0eRyiwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jcHmge4YkMA/s320/Misc+116.jpg" border="0" /&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/8030119141024276133-2101926003608032237?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/2101926003608032237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=2101926003608032237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2101926003608032237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2101926003608032237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-dead-than-red.html' title='Better Dead Than Red...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SbHGcl72G5I/AAAAAAAAACc/NLGF98IMVI0/s72-c/Misc+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-9090519890769507063</id><published>2009-01-18T10:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:17:26.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Cohen!!</title><content type='html'>We just wanted to welcome our new nephew into the family!! I know it's a week late, but hey, I am really not that on top of things... He was born last Sunday night and I am pretty bummed that I couldn't be there to see him. But that's ok. He is healthy and a very cute baby!! Congrats Ryan and Kristin!! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-9090519890769507063?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/9090519890769507063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=9090519890769507063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/9090519890769507063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/9090519890769507063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-cohen.html' title='Welcome Cohen!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-3658317693903917068</id><published>2009-01-18T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:15:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SXNiGh0HLvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vM5PRZL3Saw/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292681851386146546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SXNiGh0HLvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vM5PRZL3Saw/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I have finally broken down and read the Twilight series... try not to be too surprised, everyone.  So, I didn't ever think that it would be something that would interest me, but much to my dismay, I did kinda like them. It was a little too sappy at some points and it kinda made me wanna stop reading. I am now almost done with the 4th one. I started reading them a few days before I came back from Washington and have been trying to read them as fast as possible. I was kind of afraid to stop reading at a boring, sappy part in fear that I wouldn't ever pick it up and finish. But, SURPRISE!!! I am almost done. I already know what happens at the end of this one so I havent really been surprised with any of it. It was kinda nice to read it, already knowing the whole story beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-3658317693903917068?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/3658317693903917068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=3658317693903917068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/3658317693903917068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/3658317693903917068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-down.html' title='Breaking Down...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SXNiGh0HLvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vM5PRZL3Saw/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-1418157090109527059</id><published>2009-01-18T09:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:03:42.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUGS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SXNgNbre-4I/AAAAAAAAABs/8-l3otI0iSY/s1600-h/Christmas+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292679770975173506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SXNgNbre-4I/AAAAAAAAABs/8-l3otI0iSY/s320/Christmas+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I know this is probably the most ridiculous thing that I have written about but I am so excited about the new addition to our home! I have been searching for the perfect rugs to put in our living room for probably over a year. Well, I finally found the perfect ones to put in there! I found 2 and couldn't decide which one that I wanted... Luckily, they were both very cheap and so I got both! =) I hope you like them as much as I do! they fit perfectly in our little house! =)&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/8030119141024276133-1418157090109527059?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/1418157090109527059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=1418157090109527059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1418157090109527059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1418157090109527059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/01/rugs.html' title='RUGS!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SXNgNbre-4I/AAAAAAAAABs/8-l3otI0iSY/s72-c/Christmas+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-7940114338951122165</id><published>2009-01-14T20:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:35:06.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Issues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6u3nuEAsI/AAAAAAAAABk/Si4ljOdup70/s1600-h/Christmas+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291358882785133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6u3nuEAsI/AAAAAAAAABk/Si4ljOdup70/s320/Christmas+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, our car is a great car. But we learned some very valuable lessons about it on our little trip up to Washington. We learned that our car is a lot like me... it hates the cold and refuses to work when it gets too cold. =) The weather was so cold that our windshield wiper fluid didn't work and we would have to stop when the windshield got so dirty that we couldn't really see 20 feet in front of us and spray it with water to clean it off. These stops were quite cold and frustrating because at first, we didn't know this little bit about our car we just wanted it to work so that I wouldn't be cold outside and get just as cranky and stubborn as the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291358477391235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6ugBgoCUI/AAAAAAAAABc/75AbHYhe53E/s320/Christmas+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning we were supposed to drive back home to Utah, we went out to start the car and get it warmed up so that we could head out, and much to our dismay, it wouldn't start. Kind of like me in the mornings before I go to work. Seriously, it was ridiculous. Maybe it will help me realize that my sleeping habits need to change in order to get things done... probably not. =) The temperatures had dropped around 30 degrees over night and the car didn't really like it. We pushed the car to the bottom of the icy driveway to get it jumped and realized that there was too much snow to even get a car next to us. The boys, Dave and my dad had to dig out a stop in the 3-4 feet of snow to get our car up and running. We finally woke it up and let it run for a while before we even tried to do anything with it so as not to make it angry again. =) But, as you all know, we made it back and got back to real life again.&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/8030119141024276133-7940114338951122165?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/7940114338951122165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=7940114338951122165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/7940114338951122165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/7940114338951122165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-issues.html' title='Car Issues...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6u3nuEAsI/AAAAAAAAABk/Si4ljOdup70/s72-c/Christmas+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-3442438757674001278</id><published>2009-01-14T19:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:07:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather... =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as many of you probably already know, because you heard me complain about it so much, the weather was very cold, and very snowy. My parents got 2 feet of snow, pretty much over night, just a few days before we left to go there. When we got there, late on a Saturday night, it was probably hovering around 0 degrees and as soon as I stepped out of the cozy car, I started to freeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291349884392544898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6mr2GFmoI/AAAAAAAAABM/H7e8FDOtIpw/s320/Christmas+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go and play but it was much too cold and I was afraid that I would get stuck, remember that my legs aren't exactly long, by any means. I went to get something out of the trunk of our car and the snow went up to the middle of my thigh... it's probably for the best that I didn't go play. The temperature stayed pretty cold most of the time and it seemed like we got hit with storm after storm as the days went on. Here is the effect of just one of those storms a day or two after Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291351454479486242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6oHPH_DSI/AAAAAAAAABU/5jLw9XGZSCw/s320/Christmas+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty crazy how much snow can accummulate in such a short amount of time...&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/8030119141024276133-3442438757674001278?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/3442438757674001278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=3442438757674001278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/3442438757674001278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/3442438757674001278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/01/weather.html' title='Weather... =('/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6mr2GFmoI/AAAAAAAAABM/H7e8FDOtIpw/s72-c/Christmas+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-2609042969138603844</id><published>2009-01-14T19:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:52:41.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Dave and I had a wonderful Christmas break up in Washington! It was way too cold and way too snowy but being around my family just made it all worth it. A lot of the time that we were there, we were snowed in, but made good use of our time... I think... We watched movies, played Rock Band, tons of card games, read multiple books, and just hung out. I even brought myself to work out on a couple of the days (keep in mind "couple" means 2... and that is all I did).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and sister in law loved Rock Band and wanted to play a lot. Which was fine by me =) I'm not so good at the drums but I really enjoy playing it. I thought that it was great that my 8 months pregnant sister in law, Kristin, was even willing to play over her belly! Pretty impressive! And don't miss my other sister in law, the newest addition to our family, Ashley, rocking out on the drums! She is amazing!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291345435675489490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6io5VSdNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5WWEnjXoqV4/s320/Christmas+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I could think of to get Dave for Christmas this year was all practical stuff... how boring for him... but he did seem to enjoy them anyways, so at least that's a good sign. Dave, much to my surprise, bought my a new camera!! I am still taking pictures of everything i can =) I really love it! He also got me some wonderful fuzzy socks and a new coat and fuzzy jacket and some wonderful other gifts that I will probably talk about at some point or another in here. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave and I had the privilege to help put together a fancy kitchen for our niece and nephew on Christmas morning. About 2 hours and lots of tiny parts later, it was done!! And they loved it!! Note: look at the wonderful face on my nephew Dylan... It cracks me up! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291347593735271634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6kmgu1dNI/AAAAAAAAABE/cH1c5V3aOW4/s320/Christmas+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a very relaxing Christmas day and very fun to get to see and spend time with everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-2609042969138603844?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/2609042969138603844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=2609042969138603844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2609042969138603844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/2609042969138603844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SW6io5VSdNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5WWEnjXoqV4/s72-c/Christmas+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-333745372214457326</id><published>2009-01-14T19:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:32:45.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been meaning to write a ton on here pretty much since we left on our Christmas break but haven't been able to do it yet... Well, the time has finally come... there will be multiple posts, and I am even going to post pictures... but please, hold your applause til the end... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-333745372214457326?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/333745372214457326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=333745372214457326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/333745372214457326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/333745372214457326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-1079899364753156414</id><published>2008-12-01T11:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:39:51.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Honey!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know this is a day late, but we don't have the internet at home so I couldn't do it yesterday... sorry... But anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY!!! Dave is no the big 2-5, a quarter of a century old now! I can't believe it! Time goes by so fast! I hope you had a wonderful birthday! You are amazing and truly the love of my life! Thank you for everything that you do for me! I LOVE YOU!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-1079899364753156414?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/1079899364753156414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=1079899364753156414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1079899364753156414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1079899364753156414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-honey.html' title='Happy Birthday, Honey!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-4142222563602627198</id><published>2008-11-01T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:33:07.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKing Like Mad...</title><content type='html'>Well, from my title, you might be thinking a few different things... either my job has all of a sudden picked up and I am beyond busy that I don't know what to do with myself, or I have been cleaning the house like crazy(not likely... I am way too tired for that=)). But, no, that is not what this is about... =) As some of you already know, Dave applied for a job as a Research Assistant for a grad student here at BYU. But we didn't hear anything for over a week and figured that the position was already filled. However, Dave had an interview with a professor and the grad student on Monday and was offered the position less than an hour later! YEAH!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as far as I know(which isn't too much, he hasn't started yet), he will be working about 10-15 hours a week doing different experiments and tests with and for the grad student to help him with his research for his thesis(hence, the name "Research Assistant"). He will also get to learn a lot from this position about being a grad student and everything that he has to do for it. One thing, that I thought was REALLY cool, is that his name will actually be on the published piece of work done by this grad student and Dave will be named as a Co-Author! Pretty Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Dave and everything that he is able to do. I couldn't imagine having to do the things that he does just about everyday. He is truly a wonderful example to me and I am so excited to spend ETERNITY with him!! I am such a proud wife! =) I love you so much, Honey!! You are so amazing!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-4142222563602627198?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/4142222563602627198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=4142222563602627198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/4142222563602627198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/4142222563602627198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-like-mad.html' title='WORKing Like Mad...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-907016526760078450</id><published>2008-10-02T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:14:00.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love... Of Family =)</title><content type='html'>My mom is coming to visit!! =) She told me on Monday morning and she is coming on Tuesday! She sent a text to Dave on Sunday night and wanted to surprise me with the news when she got here but... about 12 hours later... she called and told me she was coming!! YEAH!!! The funny part is, that Dave sent her a text while she was on the phone with me saying that he wanted to surprise me. She told me to tell him, and I quote, "Tell Dave sorry and that I suck at this whole surprise thing"... it made me laugh so hard!! But yeah, I am really excited for her to come visit next week... we will have a great time!! I am so glad that I don't have to wait until Christmas to see her! I love my family so much!! It is so hard for me to live so far away and not get to see them very often. So I have to take advantage of every opportunity I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we are going up to Ogden to spend the weekend with my other mom and dad. It is always so much fun to go up there and see them! They are so wonderful to me! I definately think I got the BEST "in-laws" in the entire world!!! And that goes for the whole family... not just my new set of parents. They are all so wonderful and have truly made me feel like a part of the family. I love them so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-907016526760078450?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/907016526760078450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=907016526760078450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/907016526760078450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/907016526760078450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-love-of-family.html' title='For The Love... Of Family =)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-1835637757525225468</id><published>2008-09-02T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:30:38.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Hug!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SL2iV5JnkMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tITLcNZaoxg/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SL2iV5JnkMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tITLcNZaoxg/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241524038331240642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was apparently the day for rude people to call in... and I didn't get the memo, or I wouldn't have been here! =) But no, really, it amazes how "smart" people can be sometimes. They either don't know how to read, or just want to be mad at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that "someone", is usually me. Someone called in and made a point of telling me, before he even started saying what was wrong, "Now I know that this is not your fault, but..." and went on to say every single thing that he thought was wrong in his situation. What does he expect me to say? He, obviously, already knows that there is absolutely nothing that I can do to help him. And yet, he still feels compelled to call me and tell me all of his troubles. However, I just told him what he already knew... that there is nothing I can do. I know, you were all shocked by that one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-1835637757525225468?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/1835637757525225468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=1835637757525225468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1835637757525225468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/1835637757525225468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-hug.html' title='I Need A Hug!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_WrPfIHAwM/SL2iV5JnkMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tITLcNZaoxg/s72-c/IMG_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-4719390319449395228</id><published>2008-08-25T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:07:36.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More sleep...</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was a sad day... the Olympics officially ended. So hopefully we will be getting more sleep now. We had so much fun watching them until all hours of the night and not getting much sleep... well, at least Dave wasn't getting much sleep. Most of the time, I had no control over my sleep habits and fell asleep way too quickly on the couch, or the floor, or the chair... pretty much any place I was, once 9:00 hit, I was a goner most nights. However, there were some nights when I definately needed to stay up and watch the events that were on and struggled to stay awake the whole time, by eating or constantly moving, so that I could watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave starts school in a week and will be studying every night soon. You would think that I would just go to bed and get the sleep that I need having to wake up at 5:30 every morning, but no. Being the stubborn person that I am, I will stay up until I can absolutely not stay up anymore. Maybe I should learn from my mistakes once in a while and actually go to bed. We'll see how much and how fast I actually learn these things. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-4719390319449395228?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/4719390319449395228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=4719390319449395228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/4719390319449395228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/4719390319449395228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-sleep.html' title='More sleep...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8030119141024276133.post-5619467565870729338</id><published>2008-08-21T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:11:52.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello =)</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally gave in to sibling pressure and made a blog... so much for staying strong. But I hope I can stay up on this to keep everyone updated on our, oh so exciting, lives. Work... home... sleep... eat... and soon to be school. But don't remind Dave of that, at least not yet. Well, I guess I should go back to work. These breaks are never long enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8030119141024276133-5619467565870729338?l=krisndave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/feeds/5619467565870729338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8030119141024276133&amp;postID=5619467565870729338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5619467565870729338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8030119141024276133/posts/default/5619467565870729338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisndave.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello.html' title='Hello =)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155813724321776372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
