<?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-8516641233758215216</id><updated>2012-02-01T21:57:49.193-08:00</updated><category term='WE FINISHED'/><title type='text'>THE SMITH FAMILY</title><subtitle type='html'>Riley, Lindsey, Jack, Dane and London</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7222620655836153894</id><published>2011-10-25T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:25:18.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Six Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For those who don't know,  it has taken us 6 months to buy a house and we are now in the process of renovating it.  BIG renovation!  IT has taken us MUCH longer than we had EVER anticipated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never thought I would be where I am right now...... 3 children, living with my mom, (most amazing, loving and supportive woman I know) away from my husband that we only get to see on the weekends.  I mean you can't write this stuff, well I guess you can I just never would have inserted myself into the story.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say hard things make you stronger.........I hate to go along with a "they say" but in this situation "they" are right.  This whole thing wasn't just some sad story I fell into or some accident that brought us to this point it was all in the books and it was all for ME.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is that things that happen in our lives happen FOR us not against us.  Even when it doesn't feel like it, even when I think I can't take one more day, hour, or second, in the end it really is all for ME.  We are given hard things to make us stronger, smarter, or in my case more humble.   When given these "things" we ALWAYS have the choice to let it bring us down to our knees or just.......down.  I always think I know what I need but usually I'm very wrong and the second I turn to the right source I'm reminded that what I need is not what I had planned at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the outside looking in I know that this shabby little trial of mine doesn't light a candle to others but it's been very REAL for me and my little family.  BUT through it I have finely REMEMBERED who I am, where I came form and most importantly what MY mission is.  I feel like Oprah on her final show "find out what your mission is" lol, but she's right!  Sometimes it takes hard things for us to remember but in the end it's ALWAYS worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have VERY good news.  After a very long 6 months we will be moving into our home within the next 2 week, we will finely be a family again and now more than ever we know what a PRECIOUS gift that really is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family, isn't it about time?      I couldn't help myself, lol:) &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/8516641233758215216-7222620655836153894?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7222620655836153894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7222620655836153894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7222620655836153894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7222620655836153894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-six-months.html' title='The Last Six Months'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3777149331064153008</id><published>2011-09-10T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:49:50.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Soap BOX!!</title><content type='html'>The other day I felt judged.......I know right.  If you know me you know that I USUALLY could care less what others think, BUT this time I did......A LOT!  I was so upset I didn't sleep.  Do you ever have those nights where you think of all the things you want to say to someone but never really would, well that was what I was doing all. night. long!  I felt like I was being judged as a MOTHER, and really in my book there is nothing worse.  So guess what I did back.....I started to judge that mother!!!  I have found that the only time I start judging is when I FEEL judged.   What is it with us moms, we can be SO JUDGMENTAL!!!!       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of the night I had a HUGE lightbulb turn on!!!!  I FIGURED IT OUT LADIES!!!!!  I know you may have already had this personal lightbulb for yourself but I found it so helpful I feel as though I must share:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERYONE IS DOING THE BEST THAT THEY CAN WITH WHAT THEY HAVE!!!!&lt;/b&gt;  Every mother only wants what is best for their child.  WE may not understand it, we not agree with it, we may even despise it but for them it's their BEST!  Why can't we just step back and respect that and NOT JUDGE!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mothers we should STAND together and SUPPORT one another, not tare each other down. We should stop giving advice and start asking for it.  I personally struggle with that one, I feel like what I am doing is the best but sometimes it is NOT.  I have much to learn from my fellow mothers, we all could learn more.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You can be sure of one thing, I WILL NOT be judging you as a mother, I know your doing your best and GOOD JOB!!!  Nobody is the perfect mom, nobody loves being a mom 100% of the time, we all have bad days.  SO GOOD JOB MOMS, YOU ARE ALL WONDERFUL and.............. you all suck sometimes, lol, that's just the way it is and I love it:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is my soap box:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3777149331064153008?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3777149331064153008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3777149331064153008' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3777149331064153008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3777149331064153008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/09/mommy-soap-box.html' title='Mommy Soap BOX!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5953551449539483968</id><published>2011-08-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:50:04.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabby Chic Lamp Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been looking for a little lamp for London's room for a while now and just couldn't find anything that wasn't a fortune. The other day while I was at the antique shop (I'm obsessed) I found this little beauty!!!  I mean when do you find a tea pot lamp?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-QAhXVmwnI4A/TlVgEukz3YI/AAAAAAAABrk/yktvrpjWCGs/s320/IMG_1903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644523342316952962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3NCry4GUOE/TlVgEmaYlqI/AAAAAAAABrs/jsblmU3j2Gk/s1600/IMG_1914.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3NCry4GUOE/TlVgEmaYlqI/AAAAAAAABrs/jsblmU3j2Gk/s320/IMG_1914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644523340125738658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AGTER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was easy too:)  I spray painted the base white, got rid of the old nasty ribbon, got some new white ribbon and gathered it with this see-through lastin, then hot glued it to the lamp shade.  Then I went to HObby Lobby and found the cute little dangle things and sewed them on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lamp: $5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spray Pain: $6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ribbon: $6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dangly Crystal Things: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Total:$22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE IT!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-5953551449539483968?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5953551449539483968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5953551449539483968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5953551449539483968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5953551449539483968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/08/shabby-chic-lamp-makeover.html' title='Shabby Chic Lamp Makeover'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-QAhXVmwnI4A/TlVgEukz3YI/AAAAAAAABrk/yktvrpjWCGs/s72-c/IMG_1903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5198067476764717563</id><published>2011-08-14T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:53:22.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Londons New Friend  Eena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvXqQ_Nz3Ag/TkgnY4CaX7I/AAAAAAAABrc/M2W15lm1cLk/s1600/Unknown" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvXqQ_Nz3Ag/TkgnY4CaX7I/AAAAAAAABrc/M2W15lm1cLk/s320/Unknown" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640801841594392498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at church London and I were looking through a coloring book and saw a picture of a hyena.  I said, "London can you say Hyena?"  Her response "Hi Eena, I liked you!"   Oh Miss London, the things you say really are just to darn CUTE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-5198067476764717563?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5198067476764717563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5198067476764717563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5198067476764717563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5198067476764717563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/08/londons-new-friend-eena.html' title='Londons New Friend  Eena'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-OvXqQ_Nz3Ag/TkgnY4CaX7I/AAAAAAAABrc/M2W15lm1cLk/s72-c/Unknown' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-2517725789986799668</id><published>2011-08-03T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:39:46.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Balls &amp; 2011 Summer Pic OVERLOAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGcAgQ5hu4Q/TjnOGZQD-yI/AAAAAAAABrU/6ypPOidR9GI/s1600/photo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGcAgQ5hu4Q/TjnOGZQD-yI/AAAAAAAABrU/6ypPOidR9GI/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636763017883679522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet KITTY BALLS, that's right you heard me Kitty Balls. You may ask WHY is the kitties name Kitty Balls so I ask you to just sit and think....................got it yet? Lets just say this is a boy kitty and it's quite obvious/disgusting!!! All my kids call him Kitty Balls and we laugh every time, woops.  This summer would NOT be the same if we didn't have Kitty Balls around, he gets more love (and abuse;) than any one Kitty Balls deserves. LOVE YOU KITTY BALLS:)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4uWq12yoqk/TjnMk7JpX3I/AAAAAAAABrM/EwN6qmfDwW0/s1600/IMG_1774.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-S4uWq12yoqk/TjnMk7JpX3I/AAAAAAAABrM/EwN6qmfDwW0/s320/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636761343356395378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bear Lake, that is just a MUST right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52U8OK7RwIU/TjnMkoLHS6I/AAAAAAAABrE/lUQ1mp8kX5w/s1600/IMG_1802.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-52U8OK7RwIU/TjnMkoLHS6I/AAAAAAAABrE/lUQ1mp8kX5w/s320/IMG_1802.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636761338262277026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dane reaching.........I couldn't help myself, could you?  I mean look at that fine specimen, SO CUTE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WYIuN_qJKA/TjnMkfAKjCI/AAAAAAAABq8/bx9pLlOCx24/s1600/IMG_1782.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-3WYIuN_qJKA/TjnMkfAKjCI/AAAAAAAABq8/bx9pLlOCx24/s320/IMG_1782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636761335800433698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bear Lake, London walking around looking so CUTE I wanted to eat her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzywAeBUWUc/TjnMj98QyWI/AAAAAAAABq0/k06apYI5-IE/s1600/IMG_1772.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-DzywAeBUWUc/TjnMj98QyWI/AAAAAAAABq0/k06apYI5-IE/s320/IMG_1772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636761326925695330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor London went to insta care two weekends in a row.  1st time to have them dig out a HUGE sliver. 2nd time to set her elbow because it popped out of socket at church.  Poor girl but she was so cute. We had the same Doctor both times and he was smitten with her cuteness:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVcvgsaJfDg/TjnMjqiRrCI/AAAAAAAABqs/I3Xv9KHJDvA/s1600/IMG_1765.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-rVcvgsaJfDg/TjnMjqiRrCI/AAAAAAAABqs/I3Xv9KHJDvA/s320/IMG_1765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636761321716427810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving our regular Shaved Ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9J_BIHHgno0/TjnJoikcUOI/AAAAAAAABqk/hSz-N7av6Qg/s1600/IMG_1763.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-9J_BIHHgno0/TjnJoikcUOI/AAAAAAAABqk/hSz-N7av6Qg/s320/IMG_1763.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636758106942492898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are BIG fans of shaved ices!!!  So we get them WAY TO MUCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGfbt5AyZI4/TjnJop7JgnI/AAAAAAAABqc/9fqH6lW1c2o/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-jGfbt5AyZI4/TjnJop7JgnI/AAAAAAAABqc/9fqH6lW1c2o/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636758108916777586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute mutts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPPNTSDGLm4/TjnJoXbdZLI/AAAAAAAABqU/fw737iqeZs4/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-yPPNTSDGLm4/TjnJoXbdZLI/AAAAAAAABqU/fw737iqeZs4/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636758103952024754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Angie's birthday and all she wanted to do was go DANCING!!!  So............we did, lol:)  My married sister, my engaged sister and myself and my slightly older mother went western swing dancing on a wednesday night.  I have never laughed so hard in my life.  My mom was the only one asked to dance, she was HOTT!!!! That was utile her dance partner dropped her, but still even then she was a hottie:)  Love my sisters and mom, I really don't know what I would do without them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh40B1KnJKs/TjnJoLkjniI/AAAAAAAABqM/TZmNLkJvzto/s1600/IMG_1690.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-Mh40B1KnJKs/TjnJoLkjniI/AAAAAAAABqM/TZmNLkJvzto/s320/IMG_1690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636758100768955938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Kitty Balls, you make me smile:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFN9adLfxpE/TjnJn0jdmoI/AAAAAAAABqE/-1YUU2Y9KWA/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFN9adLfxpE/TjnJn0jdmoI/AAAAAAAABqE/-1YUU2Y9KWA/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636758094590352002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pool TIME!!!  Miss London being a little fish, she LOVES the water!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKZrNl8-8BI/TjnHsyCnzVI/AAAAAAAABp8/dXBdHU4NaNA/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-LKZrNl8-8BI/TjnHsyCnzVI/AAAAAAAABp8/dXBdHU4NaNA/s320/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636755980791827794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean really........he couldn't be any cutter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7HdZaFVdsk/TjnHsZ9CSQI/AAAAAAAABp0/5HrxjljsBXo/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-R7HdZaFVdsk/TjnHsZ9CSQI/AAAAAAAABp0/5HrxjljsBXo/s320/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636755974325946626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would eat him up if I could!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-li7YPG4g9XU/TjnHsJk24mI/AAAAAAAABps/417l9SUFQqk/s1600/IMG_1656.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-li7YPG4g9XU/TjnHsJk24mI/AAAAAAAABps/417l9SUFQqk/s320/IMG_1656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636755969929568866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London posing again.  That thing she is sitting on......... I can't wait to show you what I'm doing with them!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zA0uLxZF-Es/TjnHrxfqzbI/AAAAAAAABpk/903N0T0HGFw/s1600/IMG_1653.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-zA0uLxZF-Es/TjnHrxfqzbI/AAAAAAAABpk/903N0T0HGFw/s320/IMG_1653.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636755963465354674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet Dane getting into everything AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, cut monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lD1LRzRpIHQ/TjnHrttWpQI/AAAAAAAABpc/48KX43RRU6I/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lD1LRzRpIHQ/TjnHrttWpQI/AAAAAAAABpc/48KX43RRU6I/s320/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636755962449011970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes he is elbow deep into the jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-XxSbFFlbgTc/TjnDAqWqYdI/AAAAAAAABpM/z8lD26D6G1U/s320/IMG_1641.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750824767644114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack has been fishing quite a bit and we cook the fish and eat them:)  Jack thinks he's cool and he eats the fish eyes and cheeks:)  I know it sounds weird but when I told him that we used to have Chinese visitors and they ate the eyes and cheeks he thought that he must to the same:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPY7mAYKBf0/TjnDA1D2LkI/AAAAAAAABpU/TmMTQissY7A/s1600/IMG_1644.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPY7mAYKBf0/TjnDA1D2LkI/AAAAAAAABpU/TmMTQissY7A/s1600/IMG_1644.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPY7mAYKBf0/TjnDA1D2LkI/AAAAAAAABpU/TmMTQissY7A/s320/IMG_1644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750827641515586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London does a lot of this, just being cute:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwAtQwcwanM/TjnDAW-ujNI/AAAAAAAABpE/jLlh2-mTIY0/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-zwAtQwcwanM/TjnDAW-ujNI/AAAAAAAABpE/jLlh2-mTIY0/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750819566980306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack has hung out with his cousins that he thinks they are so COOL!!!!  I mean this pic says a million words:)  He prays for them EVER NIGHT, lol:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVpyQl5VFS0/TjnC_wF_SJI/AAAAAAAABo8/qe0AL-PrDYQ/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-EVpyQl5VFS0/TjnC_wF_SJI/AAAAAAAABo8/qe0AL-PrDYQ/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750809128454290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V40AgW2Hgb4/TjnC_qweRfI/AAAAAAAABo0/5j-Ih3IiniQ/s1600/IMG_1624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-V40AgW2Hgb4/TjnC_qweRfI/AAAAAAAABo0/5j-Ih3IiniQ/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750807696033266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with some more FUN cousins:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-2517725789986799668?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2517725789986799668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=2517725789986799668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2517725789986799668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2517725789986799668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/08/kitty-balls-2011-summer-pic-overload.html' title='Kitty Balls &amp; 2011 Summer Pic OVERLOAD!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-XGcAgQ5hu4Q/TjnOGZQD-yI/AAAAAAAABrU/6ypPOidR9GI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5691458159570715026</id><published>2011-08-02T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:17:41.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wet to Canada last month and LOVED it!  Here are a few of our favorite moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VY5b7MEsuaM/Tjh0c4XIvXI/AAAAAAAABok/kaLMZUYr38Y/s1600/IMG_8027_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VY5b7MEsuaM/Tjh0c4XIvXI/AAAAAAAABok/kaLMZUYr38Y/s320/IMG_8027_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636382973168762226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack did a LOT of this:) LOVED THE DOGS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-muI979gBudI/Tjh0c5-llGI/AAAAAAAABoc/HLdvTZ8grUI/s1600/IMG_8284_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-muI979gBudI/Tjh0c5-llGI/AAAAAAAABoc/HLdvTZ8grUI/s320/IMG_8284_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636382973602665570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riley did some of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ8PpRT3tcs/Tjh0cqgz3nI/AAAAAAAABoU/QLwTMw2gxqs/s1600/IMG_7903_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ8PpRT3tcs/Tjh0cqgz3nI/AAAAAAAABoU/QLwTMw2gxqs/s320/IMG_7903_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636382969451241074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some of this ( look at the little boys face, he was NOT happy, poor kid!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVtHTK5PNbc/Tjh0cQ3DI_I/AAAAAAAABoM/93bv8_7_m1Q/s1600/IMG_8127.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVtHTK5PNbc/Tjh0cQ3DI_I/AAAAAAAABoM/93bv8_7_m1Q/s320/IMG_8127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636382962565194738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dane did a lot of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WySpXpEyGGA/Tjh0cAZ44PI/AAAAAAAABoE/BMI7EzmkxmY/s1600/IMG_8030_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WySpXpEyGGA/Tjh0cAZ44PI/AAAAAAAABoE/BMI7EzmkxmY/s320/IMG_8030_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636382958147920114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack doing more of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGb2CbibgI8/Tjhy02t50II/AAAAAAAABnc/uWha_G21_sk/s320/IMG_7999_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636381186020987010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The twins did some of this, DANE loved riding the horse!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q6Hg__SMNk/Tjhy1fcqOWI/AAAAAAAABns/M680zgy5eDc/s320/IMG_8158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636381196954515810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London did this WAY TOO MUCH!!!!  TO be fair, so did Dane, lol;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qst86QJ8qrE/Tjhy1L5C_KI/AAAAAAAABnk/y-HbG2_OWYQ/s320/IMG_8233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636381191704870050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riley Got on his FIRST horse, so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BJwAlRTKC8/Tjhy1jSNiOI/AAAAAAAABn0/3Dq2MQVw6ks/s320/IMG_7787_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636381197984434402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We visited the Hooterite Colony (a lot like the Omish).  I love this pic, Riley holding the twins with the CUTE little Hooterite boys behind us.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ild7Yqb4h0/Tjhy1oF_z6I/AAAAAAAABn8/im4YDmytzrw/s320/IMG_7757_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636381199275380642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the little Hooterite boys, I wanted to take them home with me.  So sweet and very respectful.&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/8516641233758215216-5691458159570715026?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5691458159570715026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5691458159570715026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5691458159570715026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5691458159570715026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/08/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-VY5b7MEsuaM/Tjh0c4XIvXI/AAAAAAAABok/kaLMZUYr38Y/s72-c/IMG_8027_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-8019106813445593809</id><published>2011-07-31T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:17:19.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray Lamontagne Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Riley surprsed me and took me to my FAVORITE singer Ray Lamontagne Concert. I just have to say that he is even better in concert than on CD. LOVE HIM:) Thanks Riley, LOVED IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/-ws_s7CXO8Qc/TjX9Gt9tAWI/AAAAAAAABnE/AZAyhh5UMPE/s320/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635688800583483746" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSohuYTWdys/TjX99ekaC7I/AAAAAAAABnM/BT0QTAA_O-Q/s1600/IMG_1618.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-FSohuYTWdys/TjX99ekaC7I/AAAAAAAABnM/BT0QTAA_O-Q/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635689741343656882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never seen so MANY interesting people in my life!!!!!  I could have gone just for the entertainment of people watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-8019106813445593809?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8019106813445593809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=8019106813445593809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8019106813445593809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8019106813445593809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/07/ray-lamontagne-concert.html' title='Ray Lamontagne Concert'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-ws_s7CXO8Qc/TjX9Gt9tAWI/AAAAAAAABnE/AZAyhh5UMPE/s72-c/IMG_1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-853617954739054062</id><published>2011-07-27T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:30:50.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk Makeover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been having so much fun planning my little kidos rooms in our new home:) This Trunk was one that my mom had down stairs in the storage room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-jOFIKNFqSf4/TjBzm-9KRmI/AAAAAAAABmk/C3dGU4cNEfs/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130247412237922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what your thinking, it's greta as is! BUT for my little London's room the makeover is just PERFECT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/--F1HiUBt8_Q/TjBznDGxwGI/AAAAAAAABms/WvuVvWW40Xg/s320/IMG_1726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130248526315618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fabric draped on it is London's bedding:)  SO YUMMY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZFFkaxbVyc/TjBzn0e61KI/AAAAAAAABm8/6D05ywgZNWI/s1600/IMG_1732.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-4ZFFkaxbVyc/TjBzn0e61KI/AAAAAAAABm8/6D05ywgZNWI/s320/IMG_1732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130261780911266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtJhXHiYlWI/TjBznc3GO3I/AAAAAAAABm0/ZzJwFbvfirg/s1600/IMG_1728.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-VtJhXHiYlWI/TjBznc3GO3I/AAAAAAAABm0/ZzJwFbvfirg/s320/IMG_1728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130255439870834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my opinion it couldn't have turned out more perfect!!! LOVE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THis little beauty is going to be London's Night stand:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was easy.  I simply primed, primed, primed, primed and primed and then sanded it a little to give it that old, worn out look:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN the next few days I'll show you the finished trunks that I did for the boys room!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-853617954739054062?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/853617954739054062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=853617954739054062' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/853617954739054062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/853617954739054062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/07/trunk-makeover.html' title='Trunk Makeover!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-jOFIKNFqSf4/TjBzm-9KRmI/AAAAAAAABmk/C3dGU4cNEfs/s72-c/IMG_1708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-8789097195155704568</id><published>2011-06-25T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:27:52.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's Good Intentions</title><content type='html'>I wen to the pool with the sisters a few days ago and had a.........interesting time, lol;)  Even with 3 adults 5 kids in the pool was stressful.  The drowned ratio seemed to be at a good number but it was just to much work for not enough fun.  The kids on the other hand had a GREAT time!!  Jack is so good in the water, he doesn't go to far away and he's like a fish:)  Dane and London wanted to be by the big kids so I had to keep chasing them back to the shallow water......I know what your thinking and it's not funny;)  Ok I'm sure some folks had a good time watching this "solid" lady run through the shallow water:)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack was standing next to London and the little MUTT just started to shove her under the water.....I know right!!!  It scared the crap out of me!!  I ran over there (yes funny mental image of me running)  and pulled London out of the water and ordered Jack out of the water.  I told him we were leaving because of the choice that he had made (we were already planning on leaving, it worked out perfect) and started to pack everything up.  As I was scolding him for his bad choice he finely got two words in and said, "Your not listening to me!"  "OK Jack, what were you thinking?"Jack said, "I was just bapatizeing London!!"  MaRea, Angie and myself all stared at each other and started laughing so hard that I'm sure Jack was very confused.  Then we all took a shot at trying to explain baptism to the cute little mutt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe yawl can lean from my Jack and teach your kids that we don't just go around "bapatizeing" people.  Or not and just wait till they bapatize some unknowing person and see what happens, lol:)  Cute little mutt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-8789097195155704568?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8789097195155704568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=8789097195155704568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8789097195155704568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8789097195155704568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/06/jacks-good-intentions.html' title='Jack&apos;s Good Intentions'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1059075579854021602</id><published>2011-06-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:38:48.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeing for an unanswered prayer</title><content type='html'>Tonight in Jack's prayer he said, "Please bless that we have 100 babies and that Griffin will come over and play with me at the Farm, Amen."  I'm going to through a "Please Bless" out there that God was taking a nap when that prayer was offered up..........really I don't think Jack meant it:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Jack told me that we could only cuddle for one minuet and when that one minuet was up he kicked me out......so sad but I laughed all the way up the stairs.  What a MUTT:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1059075579854021602?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1059075579854021602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1059075579854021602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1059075579854021602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1059075579854021602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/06/hopeing-for-unanswered-prayer.html' title='Hopeing for an unanswered prayer'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-3949222522370146419</id><published>2011-05-09T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:20:41.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Day</title><content type='html'>1st things first, I slept in:)!!!  I love to sleep in and my MOthers Day starting off with this first gift was perfect. When I finely did wake up Riley was standing there dressed like a weightier.  He handed me a menu(one that he had made:) and asked me where I would like to be seated.  I had no idea so he recommended the veranda (porch).  I picked a huge meal off the menu and got dressed and headed for the veranda.  I bouquet  of flowers and a wine glass full of crushed ice sitting next to a diet Coke awaited me:)  I must say there is nothing like a wine class with diet coke, MY FAVORITE:)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I seated myself my weightier (Riley) came out and mentioned the wildlife that I would be seeing.  The swallow, and some other birds were mentioned.  Then he pointed out the other more obvious wild life.  There was a silver back Rhino (DANE), a Mocking Jay (LONDON) and for added protection Mr. Incredible himself was there, (JACK.)  It was quite beautiful to behold all my wildlife, they were quite delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was sitting and enjoying my Diet Coke Mr. Incredible (I mean Jack) brought out his present he made for me.  It was so stinking cute!!!  It was a cook book that his teacher had put together.  The students gave their favorite recipes and she typed them out for us and put them into a cook book for us.  Jack receipt goes as follows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack: Spaghetti O's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Turn on oven, it's a square, then put circles in oven for six hours.  Then you eat them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the kids recipes were super cute like this:) Jacks teacher really is that wonderful!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weightier then brought out my first course.  French toast:)!!!!  It really was so YUMMY!!! Then my second course came out, freshly squeezed OJ, eggs over easy and toast with a side of jam.  WOW, it was perfect!!!  This whole time he stayed in character, lol;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my weightier had to run away and so some church stuff, kinda weird I know, lol;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day he said, "I forgot to ask you if you will be joining us for dinner?"  YAY, I didn't have to make dinner either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dinner was delicious and my weightier/cook went all out:)  Pesto with Angel Hair pasta and grilled chicken.  So good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my weightier/cook cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes and THEN he out the kids all down by HIMSELF:)!!!! This guy really knows how to work for a tip, lol;)  Really this was one terrific day for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally spoiled, it was wonderful, lol;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a mom is the best most hard thing I have ever done.  My "wild life" make me smile every day, they make me laugh and they make me feel REAL joy:)  I love you little mutts, thanks for coming into our home!!!&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/8516641233758215216-3949222522370146419?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3949222522370146419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3949222522370146419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3949222522370146419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3949222522370146419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/05/favorite-day.html' title='Favorite Day'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4111726756934734769</id><published>2011-04-30T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:33:17.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, Changes, Changes</title><content type='html'>So we are moving.  This is such a bitter sweet.  My people is Eagle Mt are AMAZING and I feel like I'll never find people as good as them!  I wish I could somehow take all of them with me, kinda weird I know but true.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on our way North, probably to Layton.  Being closer to family is HUGE for us.  I REALLY want my little Jack to go to Angie's Montessori School and we would be close enough for that to happen, that is one ReALLY big perk:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all my Eagle Mt people, I love you, I'll miss you and I have learned so much from you!!!  Thanks for being the kind of people that I could learn and grow from.  LOVE you all..........OK maybe not the old man, lol;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4111726756934734769?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4111726756934734769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4111726756934734769' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4111726756934734769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4111726756934734769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/04/changes-changes-changes.html' title='Changes, Changes, Changes'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3867736717734879606</id><published>2011-04-06T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:57:20.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh our way to Logan last weekend my van broke down.  Oh the drama of it all!!!!  We were going up the mountain and it started to smoke everywhere and it wouldn't shift into the next great.  We pulled over and all three kids were not so happy and neither was this mama!  We had these HUGE semis driving past us and it was scary, me no likey!  My mom was with me, she was the calm in the storm, I'm SOOOO glad I had my her!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had to get it towed to Logan and have it checked out and I have been here ever since.  I will be stuck here till they fix the problem.  Good news, I would rather be stuck in Logan at my moms than in Eagle Mt without a car.  Bad news is I can't sleep because I don't have my Riley, I am getting about 4 hour of sleep a night.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't really appreciate something till u don't have it anymore, I am really starting to pprecite the van as of right now..........I miss you van, come back to me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3867736717734879606?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3867736717734879606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3867736717734879606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3867736717734879606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3867736717734879606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/04/why.html' title='WHY?!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-2896299005665721358</id><published>2011-03-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:02:07.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG GIRL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRwnBckjJv0/TYl9FKLurAI/AAAAAAAABmE/WaH2Iy-dxZE/s1600/IMG_1206.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/-fRwnBckjJv0/TYl9FKLurAI/AAAAAAAABmE/WaH2Iy-dxZE/s320/IMG_1206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587134340316179458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THis is London on our way to the store and she is wearing panties!!!!  London  even naps in just panties:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's official little London is POTTY TRAINED:)!!!!  I could see that she was interested and so I went for it.  The book was a HUGE help!!!  I was planning on doing the training on Saturday but I could tell that she was totally ready so I started doing some of the things that the book taught little by little every day.  There were three things that I think were the biggest help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1: The baby doll that we used.  London had to teach the baby how to potty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2:  Being positive ALL THE TIME!!!  This was hard because I was genuinely annoyed when she just sat on the potty so she  could have a treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3:  Teaching the diff between WET and DRY and giving TONES of positive attention for being DRY.   The doll was also very helpful in this step.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all I didn't use the book to it's full potential and we still had success.  So I give this book 5 start!!! GREAT BOOK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have any questions let me know:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-2896299005665721358?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2896299005665721358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=2896299005665721358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2896299005665721358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2896299005665721358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-girl.html' title='BIG GIRL!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-fRwnBckjJv0/TYl9FKLurAI/AAAAAAAABmE/WaH2Iy-dxZE/s72-c/IMG_1206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4928106173506179447</id><published>2011-03-20T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:33:41.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always wanted to learn as much as I can about homosexuality.  I know and love people that are homosexual and I just think it's important to understand it.  I also feel like it's important to know the facts because it is SO READILY excepted in todays society and to stand for what I believe I need to know FACTS.  I found this information and found it festinating and very educational.    So here is an &lt;a href="http://www.narth.com/docs/niconew.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ARTICLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that made my mouth drop!!!!  Also here is the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8516641233758215216"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WEB SIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that is very educational.   The videos (Dr. talking abut his research and his patients and understanding of homosexual behavior) on the sight are very eye opening in understanding homosexual  behavior.   I would love to hear what you guys think of this material!!!  So leave a comment and tell me what ya think:)  Happy reading/research:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4928106173506179447?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4928106173506179447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4928106173506179447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4928106173506179447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4928106173506179447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/03/fascinating.html' title='Fascinating!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-8251916301727808050</id><published>2011-03-15T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:25:16.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMR3QUEPR1s/TX_vmbQb5_I/AAAAAAAABl8/sjcF78rmq00/s1600/1675-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMR3QUEPR1s/TX_vmbQb5_I/AAAAAAAABl8/sjcF78rmq00/s320/1675-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584445506393466866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin has 3 boys that she trained all within one day and I had to know how.  Well this book was the answer!!!  I found it on Amazon for $3 and got it in the mail yesterday.  I have read it and I have STUDIED it and London is ready!!! If you are at the end of your rope when it comes to potty training you REALLY should get this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few aspects of the book that I found amazing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  #1:  These guys are Doctor that were working with Mentally Retarded individuals and they had Severely mentally retarded people toilet trained within 3-4 days.WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2:  They then started to work with children and found that they could have a normal child trained within 3-4 hours.WOW!  This is though vigorous research.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3:  The whole process is a POSITIVE one, NEVEr do you react in a mean of angery way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4:  You use a doll to help teach, a doll that goes pee pee.  We just got ours today and London LOVES her doll.  (I'm excited about his because she has NEVER really cared about dolls."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5:  It gives you 3 signs to look for to make sure your child is READY!  I'll give them to you now so you can see if your little one is ready. &lt;b&gt; 1&lt;/b&gt;:Bladder Control-Does your child stay dry for long periods of time and then pees all at once. &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;:Physical Readyness-Child needs to pick up things easly, walk without assistance. &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;: Child needs to be able to follow instructions, EX: point to nose, eyes, ears.  ASk them to sit down and stand up.  Thanks it, if they pass these three things they are ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London is already doing pees and poo's in the potty every once and a while so I know that she is ready but I'm going to get Dane ready in the next month so we can get him out of diapers as well.  I can't wait to STOP spending a fortune on dialers and wipes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to be doing the training this weekend so I will tell you all how it goes.  If it is a disaster I'll tell you, If it's a HUGE success I'll tell ya!  I wish someone had done this post for me when we were working with Jack so I will do it for ya'll:)  Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-8251916301727808050?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8251916301727808050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=8251916301727808050' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8251916301727808050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8251916301727808050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-pMR3QUEPR1s/TX_vmbQb5_I/AAAAAAAABl8/sjcF78rmq00/s72-c/1675-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3612992604916838327</id><published>2011-03-10T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:57:08.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Londons ROOM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have finely finished London's room.  It isn't perfect yet but for now it will have to do.  Mis London sure LOVES the birdies, I can hear her talking about them when she is lying in bed:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXYIFflQUTs/TXl9z0nSwYI/AAAAAAAABl0/rS8JYvdzjX4/s1600/IMG_1237.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/-qXYIFflQUTs/TXl9z0nSwYI/AAAAAAAABl0/rS8JYvdzjX4/s320/IMG_1237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582631542352691586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alT0SNo34go/TXl9zbYGiaI/AAAAAAAABls/ayajjIkLBjY/s1600/IMG_1236.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/-alT0SNo34go/TXl9zbYGiaI/AAAAAAAABls/ayajjIkLBjY/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582631535578089890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhEi7y0E1PA/TXl9y8qix2I/AAAAAAAABlk/_kWFo2XKd9A/s1600/IMG_1231.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/-BhEi7y0E1PA/TXl9y8qix2I/AAAAAAAABlk/_kWFo2XKd9A/s320/IMG_1231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582631527333939042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytlRsKgLfvk/TXl9ybi4SmI/AAAAAAAABlc/W00SEJ-vioQ/s1600/IMG_1220.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/-ytlRsKgLfvk/TXl9ybi4SmI/AAAAAAAABlc/W00SEJ-vioQ/s320/IMG_1220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582631518443424354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckAiwYJizqw/TXl9IgcnBDI/AAAAAAAABlU/FwRVDsU_1F4/s1600/IMG_1219.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/-ckAiwYJizqw/TXl9IgcnBDI/AAAAAAAABlU/FwRVDsU_1F4/s320/IMG_1219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582630798204798002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPbmcKbHUvA/TXl9IO_uqsI/AAAAAAAABlM/gN99f37ytIo/s1600/IMG_1212.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/-NPbmcKbHUvA/TXl9IO_uqsI/AAAAAAAABlM/gN99f37ytIo/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582630793520261826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qim5FwjBubE/TXl9H8RwKJI/AAAAAAAABlE/1eHpXWhGFfg/s1600/IMG_1214.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/-Qim5FwjBubE/TXl9H8RwKJI/AAAAAAAABlE/1eHpXWhGFfg/s320/IMG_1214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582630788495583378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iM1kKsuHJc/TXl9HP45t7I/AAAAAAAABk8/EBBpxY9-yOY/s1600/IMG_1239.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/-3iM1kKsuHJc/TXl9HP45t7I/AAAAAAAABk8/EBBpxY9-yOY/s320/IMG_1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582630776580192178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUCxZpKOUXk/TXl9GkCkEtI/AAAAAAAABk0/rI5rV61J0O8/s1600/IMG_1223.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/-BUCxZpKOUXk/TXl9GkCkEtI/AAAAAAAABk0/rI5rV61J0O8/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582630764809556690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you love the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://vineyardvinyl.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, go &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://vineyardvinyl.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and check out this girls stuff!  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vineyardvinyl.com"&gt;Vineyard Vinyl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has AMAZING stuff:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3612992604916838327?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3612992604916838327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3612992604916838327' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3612992604916838327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3612992604916838327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/03/londons-room.html' title='Londons ROOM!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-qXYIFflQUTs/TXl9z0nSwYI/AAAAAAAABl0/rS8JYvdzjX4/s72-c/IMG_1237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4649081665567068233</id><published>2011-03-04T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:33:30.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old to New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little guy went from this-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wnqeimXzZo/TXF1CWS3oGI/AAAAAAAABkc/gsqAO5Qh-fc/s320/barwood-dresser-4drawer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580370096493666402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FckZP0C1J4I/TXF2XeFX_rI/AAAAAAAABks/9YiVED9t36U/s1600/IMG_1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To THIS!!!!  Love it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FckZP0C1J4I/TXF2XeFX_rI/AAAAAAAABks/9YiVED9t36U/s1600/IMG_1186.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FckZP0C1J4I/TXF2XeFX_rI/AAAAAAAABks/9YiVED9t36U/s320/IMG_1186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580371558873431730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9xOyAcOSX0/TXF2W_K_q0I/AAAAAAAABkk/_BISPxJBLvg/s1600/IMG_1183.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/-f9xOyAcOSX0/TXF2W_K_q0I/AAAAAAAABkk/_BISPxJBLvg/s320/IMG_1183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580371550575504194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost finished London's room, pics coming SOON:)!!!&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/8516641233758215216-4649081665567068233?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4649081665567068233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4649081665567068233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4649081665567068233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4649081665567068233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-to-new.html' title='Old to New!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-4wnqeimXzZo/TXF1CWS3oGI/AAAAAAAABkc/gsqAO5Qh-fc/s72-c/barwood-dresser-4drawer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1046795290450388858</id><published>2011-02-20T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:17:07.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneeky Kitty Cat</title><content type='html'>Lets just start this post reminding everyone that I am a very special........spirit.  I do things that most won't claim but I claim them and LOVE doing it:)  So don't feel sorry for me......I don't feel sorry for myself:)!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the dressing room at the Temple getting ready to leave for the night.  My friend Janet was in the stall next to me.  I was wearing boots so I had on a pair of very "Special" socks, I mean who cares what socks you wear when you have boots on , right?  They were blue with kitty cats wearing Santa hats, I got them for a steal of 25 cents a few years ago. I mean who in their right mind is going to pass up that deal........even if they did have hideous kitty cats on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was thinking about my BEAUTIFUL socks I thought my friend Janet would love to see them as well so I I showed them to her.  I stuck &lt;b&gt;HALF&lt;/b&gt; my leg under the stall and said, "Janet you know your jealous of these kitty cat socks!"  I know that is so appropriate in the Temple, I just make good choices like this all the time, they just come to me.  Anyhoo after I said it Janet didn't say anything, I was shocked because it was quite hilarious in my "special" opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I finish dressing not thinking a thing of it and left my stall.  As I walk out I see Janet all dressed in white.........."Janet what are you doing?"  Janet says "Just waiting to get dressed."  "Oh............................well that explains a few things"  I decide that this would make a perfect time to go potty, so I did, laughing inside all the way there.........what had I just done?  I wait for Riley and tell him the story, he just looks at me like he knew it already, in fact it was as if he expected it from me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my good friend Janet comes out I tell her the story and she can't stop laughing, she says "Only you Lindsey."  IT's true things like this only happen to people like me who decide to show off their kitty socks in the Temple dressing room, in other words Idiots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned my lesson and I'm sure that poor, mysterious YOUNG girl in that dressing room posing as Janet learned something as well, even crazy people go to the Temple:)  Sorry fake Janet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1046795290450388858?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1046795290450388858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1046795290450388858' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1046795290450388858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1046795290450388858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/02/sneeky-kitty-cat.html' title='Sneeky Kitty Cat'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7532682011421912586</id><published>2011-02-14T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:36:32.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Valentine</title><content type='html'>Dear Valentine&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The best decision I have ever made in this life was to marry YOU!!!!  I love to look back on the last 6 1/2 years and think about how all the things we have been through has brought us to where we are today, and today is  so WONDERFUL!  I don't know how we got so lucky but we really are like 2 puzzle pieces and fit perfectly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have no doubt that we will walk through this life together hand in hand and then into the eternities, you will always be at my side and I will always be at yours. Thank you for making my life extraordinary, thank you for making it more than I ever dreamt it to be.  I love you inside and out, top to bottom and through and through!!!  I couldn't live without my Britches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7532682011421912586?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7532682011421912586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7532682011421912586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7532682011421912586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7532682011421912586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-valentine.html' title='Dear Valentine'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4698395068590159749</id><published>2011-02-11T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:08:02.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW 2011 Teensy Tent Spring Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBj5eFGeGyc/TVXdaLtSwKI/AAAAAAAABkM/rifoUlaVE2k/s1600/Modern%2BMolly%2BW%2BSlit.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/-pBj5eFGeGyc/TVXdaLtSwKI/AAAAAAAABkM/rifoUlaVE2k/s320/Modern%2BMolly%2BW%2BSlit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572603555829956770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go check out the NEW 2011 &lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Teensy Tent Spring Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!!  They are SO stinkin CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL Teensy Tents are reversible, you just flip it around and you have a whole new Teensy Tent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They protect your baby from EVERYTHING and EVERYONE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are chic and they make having to carry around a car seat FUN:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop by my shop &lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what ya think!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4698395068590159749?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4698395068590159749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4698395068590159749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4698395068590159749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4698395068590159749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-2011-teensy-tent-spring-line.html' title='NEW 2011 Teensy Tent Spring Line'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/-pBj5eFGeGyc/TVXdaLtSwKI/AAAAAAAABkM/rifoUlaVE2k/s72-c/Modern%2BMolly%2BW%2BSlit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4649511779998489054</id><published>2011-02-11T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:12:09.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TVWO-2EKRbI/AAAAAAAABh0/8jaIJfEXr2Q/s320/IMG_5510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572517324256855474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Miss London...........where do I start?  There are so MANY things about you that make my heart pitter patter........there are also MANY things that make me want to pull my hair out.  You are 21 months old and you already KNOW what you want.  Weather it's a ball or to climb up on the potty you know you want it and in your sweet little mind you WILL. GET. IT!!!  You are a force to be reckoned with, watch out world here comes Miss London Kay Smith!  As I write this you are SCREAMING in your crib because you are bound and determined to NOT TAKE A NAP even though you are SO TIRED!!  Because I love you I will let you cry it out, it will be a long, sad cry but eventually you will figure out that you are tired and you will fall asleep......I hope!  Dane has learned to sleep through your crying witch in itself is a miracle because your cry is NOT a cry it is a SCREAM!!!  I have never heard anything quite like it, I'll get it on video just so you can hear it some day, lol:)  &lt;div&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/-ZxoM6CK09gw/TVWxeRp4P5I/AAAAAAAABiM/2sP4zoQxSdk/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572555247634104210" /&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/-aIIO8XfEAqY/TVWxeoY4RlI/AAAAAAAABiU/SQqDswvYfeY/s320/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572555253736818258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just adding these pics.  This was after London's "nap."  She had completely undressed herself.  When I walked in she said, "Kaka, mama.  Poo Poo Kaka!"  I think she is ready to potty train........I wish I was ready for it!  She was COMPLETELY dressed before her nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You being such a determined little person is also why I ADORE you so much.  I have a feeling it will be something that you carry throughout your life and it will be part of what defines you.  Everyone around you will know who you are and what you stand for, no questions asked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London you LOVE your big brother Jack, you think he is the Cats Meow!!!   Every morning you get up and go get him and hang out with him watching toons and getting into the food.  All afternoon you follow him around  and do everything he does.  Jack and you always have some costume on and your always getting the bad guys together.  If Jack is wearing a jacket then you HAVE to wear a jacket, if Jack is wearing shoes you must as well.  I love that you guys play so well!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jack is at school you and Dane love to hang out.  Dane really isn't into playing with people yet but he will play with his sister.  I have to be careful because you guys are rough with each other and I think your fighting when really your laughing and playing.  Dane like to push you down, he thinks is funny and sometimes you do too.  THe times that you don't think it's funny you like to bite him back.......this is heavily discouraged but you still do it every once and a while.  You have left many a bite marks on him, so naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London you TALK non-stop!  It's hilarious!  I will get a video of that as well because it really does need to be remembered.  WHen your daddy calls we have to take turns.  You scream, "I daddy, I daddy, I daddy!!!"  Then when you talk to daddy you don't stop.  I LOVE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you London, you make me so happy and life without your funky little personality would be seriously lacking.  Thanks for coming to our house!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4649511779998489054?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4649511779998489054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4649511779998489054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4649511779998489054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4649511779998489054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/02/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TVWO-2EKRbI/AAAAAAAABh0/8jaIJfEXr2Q/s72-c/IMG_5510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-9155909749564486069</id><published>2011-02-07T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:14:46.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know It's "Special"</title><content type='html'>Just so you know I am well aware that our family pic is HUGE!!!!!  I have tried with all my special spirit knowledge to make it smaller but obviously it is not enough.  Any suggestions would be appreciated, thanks:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-9155909749564486069?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/9155909749564486069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=9155909749564486069' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9155909749564486069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9155909749564486069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-its-special.html' title='I Know It&apos;s &quot;Special&quot;'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3407818844967240846</id><published>2011-02-06T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:50:23.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Love Them</title><content type='html'>After church today I had all the kids sitting down to eat lunch.  Right as they begin eating Jack says, "So London and Dane how was your school today?" London "good."  Jack: "What did you learn about?"  London:  "Da ba da foe mama."  Dane was too busy eating his peaches to get involved with the conversation, I mean the boys has his priorities:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I Love these little people of mine!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3407818844967240846?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3407818844967240846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3407818844967240846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3407818844967240846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3407818844967240846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-how-i-love-them.html' title='Oh How I Love Them'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-217993732434189567</id><published>2011-02-02T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:48:01.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmm.......I wonder if they are brothers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUnCw7q79NI/AAAAAAAABhs/BNnUXRW1eqc/s1600/IMG_1069.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUnCw7q79NI/AAAAAAAABhs/BNnUXRW1eqc/s320/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569196560127620306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUnCwtm3dhI/AAAAAAAABhk/EpKTre4QHPU/s1600/CIMG1087.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUnCwtm3dhI/AAAAAAAABhk/EpKTre4QHPU/s320/CIMG1087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569196556352452114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-217993732434189567?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/217993732434189567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=217993732434189567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/217993732434189567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/217993732434189567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/02/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUnCw7q79NI/AAAAAAAABhs/BNnUXRW1eqc/s72-c/IMG_1069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7741899749779897413</id><published>2011-01-27T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:37:49.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Confess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUHygvzi-fI/AAAAAAAABhU/rdcNGckjoZk/s1600/cougar-town-2-300x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUHygvzi-fI/AAAAAAAABhU/rdcNGckjoZk/s320/cougar-town-2-300x240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566997258809047538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a closet Cougar Town lover.  I know the name is awful and it sounds like a terrible show and maybe it isn't the most uplifting show BUT I laugh so hard, I really do love it!  I'm posting this because I'm afraid that I'm the only one out there that watches, if I am then it won't last and I SOOOOO want it to last!  I'm afraid it will be like Arrested Development, only appreciated after it's canceled.  So you should watch last nights.  Maybe I'm crazy and it really isn't funny but Riley likes it and if he likes it then it has to kinda be funny, he doesn't like anything.  Tell me what ya think!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe there are a few more of you closet Cougar Town Lovers as well:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7741899749779897413?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7741899749779897413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7741899749779897413' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7741899749779897413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7741899749779897413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-must-confess.html' title='I Must Confess'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TUHygvzi-fI/AAAAAAAABhU/rdcNGckjoZk/s72-c/cougar-town-2-300x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1147994388462972613</id><published>2011-01-20T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:17:37.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I read this article about a woman who loved reading Mormon mommy blogs.  This woman said that she never wanted that kind of life, (making cupcakes, doing little crafts, arranging flowers, etc) but that she was addicted to reading about that life style.  She made it sound like it was probably all fake and these Mormon mommies really weren't that happy but she liked reading it still the same.  There were times while reading the blog when I wanted to pull my hair out and times that it touched my heart. She described herself as being an atheist and a feminist.  She writes "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;Enter the Mormon bloggers, with their picture-perfect catalog lives. It is possible to be happy, they seem to whisper. We love our homes. We love our husband"   "And if they help women like me envision a life in which marriage and motherhood could potentially be something other than a miserable, soul-destroying trap, I say, "Right on." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;  I have read it a few times now and every time I do I come up with some different thoughts.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;#1:  We DO NOT sit around all day baking cup cakes, and arranging flowers!  HELLO, we are mothers taking care of small little people who need constant attention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;#2:Being a mother is the most IMPORTANT and self-sacrificing and self-empowering job on the planet and if women around the world really do believe that feminist crap; that children will destroy your life and drag you down to the gulf of misery, they will end up being the most depressed and lonely 70 year olds on this earth  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;#3:  MOST Mormon moms are just as educated as currier driven women, they just choose to put their time, energy and love into SOMEONE not SOMETHING. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;#4:  There are plenty of moms out their that are not Mormons and also love it; it's not just a Mormon thing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;#5: I feel so bad for the women it this world who have been raised with the thought that Motherhood and being a wife are the worst things that could happen to a woman.  It breaks my heart, I just feel bad for them.  To do something that is bigger than yourself (such as motherhood, being a wife) is more gratifying that getting a $10,000 pay check, I know! I know this one kinda goes with #5:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;#6:  I think if a woman is drawn to reading other women’s lives on a daily basis then maybe there is something deeper in her that wants a life like theirs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think she is afraid to except that she wants more to life than a corner office with a view.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;#7: Life by all means isn’t “perfect” but I couldn’t get closer to perfect than I am now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a stay at home mom of three and wife to an amazing man I can honestly say that my “simple” life makes me more happy than anything the world has to offer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;#8: I love that Mormon Mommy Bloggers have a voice and that it's a positive one.  I love that women around the world can't get enough of what they have to say and what they have to share.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you would like to read this article hear is the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/life/feature/2011/01/15/feminist_obsessed_with_mormon_blogs"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I would love to hear what you thought about the article!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1147994388462972613?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1147994388462972613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1147994388462972613' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1147994388462972613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1147994388462972613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just Some Thoughts'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7113426119274056549</id><published>2011-01-14T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:20:53.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night=Date Night to Emergency Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was supposed to go out with the girls last night but I got sick.  I thought "Ok I have the flue, no big deal."  Then my hands, face, lips, tongue, and feet went numb.  That freaked me out so we drove to every Instacare.  As we pulled up to two of them they literally turned off the lights right as we got there.  I was begging Riley to go bang on the door and demand to be seen, I'm a little loopy when I'm really sick.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we kept driving till we had no place to go but the Emergency Room.  Even as we were sitting there I was begging to leave, I mean even if my hands had turned into old women hands that I could't move it sill couldn't be worth an Emergency Room visit.  At this point Riley said I was completely delusional,  I was making everyone around me giggle while I was throwing up bile.  Ok so maybe I was a little out of it, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 5 hours in the Emergency Room they released me with the new information that if I start to go all numb everywhere I should just grab a bag and breath in it and stop hyperventilating, the solution was so simple but the bill is SO BIG:(  I guess most people just pass out and their body takes over for them.  NOPE not me, had to be stubborn and go all paralyses.  So if you ever start going numb just RELAX and BREATH!!!!!  Oh how I WISH I had known this info earlier!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; These are my hands, I literally couldn't move them from this position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Scared the crap out of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TTChWzbCdaI/AAAAAAAABhM/0WnhNoBcXas/s320/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562122952935372194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing was that I found out that I wasn't pregnant, that was the best perk of the night:)  By the end of the trip I was pumped full of drugs and I was as happy as a clam, Riley and I ended up laughing out heads off.  That was one expensive date night, lol! I think I was the only patient in there that entered in a wheel chair in excruciating pain and left walking and laughing with a sheepish smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drugs have worn off and I'm back to feeling like crap but at least I don't feel and look like I'm 100 years old.  Also I have to mention my AMAZING friend Stacy.  She was here till 2am watching my kids, now that's a good friend:)  Thanks Stace!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7113426119274056549?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7113426119274056549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7113426119274056549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7113426119274056549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7113426119274056549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls-nightdate-night-to-emergency-room.html' title='Girls Night=Date Night to Emergency Room'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TTChWzbCdaI/AAAAAAAABhM/0WnhNoBcXas/s72-c/IMG_1071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7855505230590128875</id><published>2011-01-12T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:54:26.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking  Of Spiderman</title><content type='html'>Today while we were at the Fire Station with Jacks Preschool the Firman asked who you should call if there is a fire and Jack yelled out, "SPIDERMAN!!!"  It was cute:)  Then later when he was showing the kids the JAws Of Life thing Jack piped up again and said, "Ya it's the hard rock like Rock Man.  Don't ya think?"  I think everyone had no idea what Jack was talking about but me, ahhh the perks of being the mom, lol:)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane and London were with us as well and London was determined to be on the ground with the big kids.  When she started to wonder off I reminded her that she needed to be by Jack and she said and I'm not joking, "Bla du mama da but"  This translates into "Your a but mama."  Accompanying this impressive and terrible language was her folding her arms and stomping her foot.  I have never see anything like it, she isn't even two yet and she is giving more attitude than I know what to do with.  I'm just going to through a please bless out there for my sanity, lol:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Mr. Dane, he just wanted to be as close to the fire engine as possible.  He loved sitting on the front of it. One of the guys giving the presentation was also one of the men who showed up when Dane fell of my bed when he was a baby.  I'm surprised Dane didn't see him and run in fear from the bad memory. But Dane is always my little one that's just laid back and will go with the flow, I LOVE this about him:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7855505230590128875?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7855505230590128875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7855505230590128875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7855505230590128875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7855505230590128875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/01/speaking-of-spiderman.html' title='Speaking  Of Spiderman'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-526460980317892203</id><published>2011-01-11T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:56:47.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Hero!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Today for nap time this is what I found.  I not gonna lie, it freaked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSzK2SkSEoI/AAAAAAAABhE/6xOBOy_g_VU/s320/IMG_1052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561042673941484162" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to stare at it for quite some time to figure it out.  Eventually I just went down there and took it off his head, it was too weird.  But it just goes to show that this little man of mine is SOOOOOOOOOO into super heros.  I have never seen anything like it.  Jack has the Spiderman, Batman, Mr. Incredible, Super Jack, and Iron man costumes and he changes about 10 time a day.  There are time when I can't stand that he is so into them but then there are those times when he rescuing me or London or Dane or Daddy and it's so darn cute.  I can't imagine a better super hero to be saved by than MY JACK,  he really is my knight in shining armor more times than not!  Last night he siad, "Mom I'm not scared of scary movies because I'm Iron man.  I just don't get scared."  If only that were true, lol:)  Thanks Jack for being this families super hero, we would be lost without you;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-526460980317892203?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/526460980317892203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=526460980317892203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/526460980317892203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/526460980317892203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-super-hero.html' title='My Super Hero!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSzK2SkSEoI/AAAAAAAABhE/6xOBOy_g_VU/s72-c/IMG_1052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4436719725953572798</id><published>2011-01-07T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:24:21.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Ago TODAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSdm1Q8FYCI/AAAAAAAABg8/LU5jZv7rS6U/s1600/IMG_5472.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Jack, today is your birthday!!!! As I am writing this you are riding a bike with Kaden on the back saying, "Jack faster" and you in a very strained voice saying, "I can't, your.....too.... heavy!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSdm0-MWKdI/AAAAAAAABg0/vORZqo5ql3k/s320/Febuary%2B062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559525325246179794" /&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSdm0tX_JrI/AAAAAAAABgs/OfNqPUwdy1A/s320/Febuary%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559525320731600562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't quite explain how you have changed our lives. 4 years ago on this day you flipped our worlds upside down. You came into this world and made our lives more complete than we had ever felt. Holding you in my arms for the first time is a moment I will never forget. The best part of that day 4 years ago was watching your daddy stare into your eyes in wonder and amazement. The look on his face was new to me and watching him love and care for you made my love for him that much stronger. Because of you our love for one another increased ten fold, you made our love grow in a way that nothing els could have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSdm0ZVAqTI/AAAAAAAABgk/-FCbXgD5sHs/s320/Febuary%2B025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559525315350407474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has always been something different about you Jack. It's hard to explain but everyone you meet instantly falls in love with you. You are friendly and outgoing and people are just drawn to you. I remember one time your grandma Terri said that you may just be a prophet one day, I'm not sure if that's in your future but you are that special. I think our Father in Heaven knew that our family needed you, that your brothers and sisters needed you, that you would set the example that they needed and it amazes me because you already are. I can't thank Heavenly Father enough for sending you to us, and I feel like the luckiest mom in the world that you chose our family. Jack we love and adore you, Happy Birthday little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSdm1Q8FYCI/AAAAAAAABg8/LU5jZv7rS6U/s320/IMG_5472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559525330278244386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to add this story.  Jack has been watching his "Jesus Movies" and he loves them.  He has watched them so much that he acts them out.  Yesterday we were at McDonalds and he gets up on the table and stands with his hands high in the air and as he slowly lowers them I ask, "Jack who are you?"  As he is gracefully lowering his arms he says in a very serious and reverent voice "Jesus Chirst."  MaRea and I look at each other and start laughing and couldn't stop.  I didn't know weather to be offended or touched.  That's my Jack for ya:)  Love you little man!&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/8516641233758215216-4436719725953572798?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4436719725953572798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4436719725953572798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4436719725953572798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4436719725953572798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-years-ago-today.html' title='4 Years Ago TODAY!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TSdm0-MWKdI/AAAAAAAABg0/vORZqo5ql3k/s72-c/Febuary%2B062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-2070503442254420839</id><published>2011-01-06T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:33:20.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Threw Up In My Mouth A Little</title><content type='html'>I HATE PORN!!!!  I think that it's a miracle that in 27 years I haven't been exposed to it, I mean how is that possible?  It finely happened yesterday. I was looking up some images for skinny jeans and opened up this page that ultimately was a porn sight.  I was a deer in the head lights, lol.  I hated porn before but now........I LOATH it!!!!!!!  A whole day later and I'm still throwing up in my mouth.  I have seen porn rip families apart and now I understand why.  I don't think I really got it before, I didn't understand how destructive it could be to a persons soul.    It's not fair that my little boys are going to be exposed to that some day, it's not fair that I can't keep them totally and completely protected from it, and it's not fair that I have to worry about it all the time.  I hate how it exploits women in the worst way, I hate how it is totally void of any REAL love, and I HATE that it is so readily excepted in todays society.  The fact of the matter is that I can't totally and completely protect my little boys from it, all I can do it teach then right from wrong and hope that they listen to that still small voice and make the right choice.  So there you have it, my thoughts on porn.  I could go on for hours but I will keep it short and simple........I HATE PORN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-2070503442254420839?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2070503442254420839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=2070503442254420839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2070503442254420839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2070503442254420839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-threw-up-in-my-mouth-little.html' title='I Just Threw Up In My Mouth A Little'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-8506635280645829870</id><published>2010-12-26T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:53:44.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfi-dmGzvI/AAAAAAAABf8/dQ7a5wr9xD8/s320/IMG_5355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555158228109020914" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfiVXuxNeI/AAAAAAAABf0/yHmsyG2YT0A/s320/IMG_5421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555157522160104930" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfiVI5o_HI/AAAAAAAABfs/XSLoZXk6sCg/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555157518179171442" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfh4XtdoeI/AAAAAAAABfk/1avt6nsz484/s320/IMG_5509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555157023938421218" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfhqNPVLUI/AAAAAAAABfc/5Y4L5Ab4r44/s320/IMG_5448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555156780609514818" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfhXjHfmEI/AAAAAAAABfU/RecAjEAoXeA/s320/IMG_5455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555156460064708674" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfhCwuzQrI/AAAAAAAABfM/-zYKz6Ga8ps/s320/IMG_5371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555156102941983410" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfi-pbJb-I/AAAAAAAABgE/TIaxOlZ1RlM/s1600/IMG_5339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfi-pbJb-I/AAAAAAAABgE/TIaxOlZ1RlM/s320/IMG_5339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555158231284281314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pic you never see.......The one where your trying to get everyone happy enough for the next picture:)  I love Mr. Jack holding onto my leg:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-8506635280645829870?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8506635280645829870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=8506635280645829870' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8506635280645829870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8506635280645829870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-pics-2010.html' title='Family Pics 2010'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRfi-dmGzvI/AAAAAAAABf8/dQ7a5wr9xD8/s72-c/IMG_5355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6492009001221566459</id><published>2010-12-26T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:44:55.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gold Lined Van Puzzle Piece</title><content type='html'>I was crying...........I know big shocker right, lol?  I was hurt from something that had happened earlier in the day and I was really sad so yes I was crying, lol.  We were driving in the car and my sweet Riley was being so understanding and doing his best to comforting me when my little Jack interrupted and said, "Mommy?"&lt;div&gt;Me: "Yes sweetie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack: "Do you know how much I love you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "How much?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack: "You will have to turn on the lights."  He had this cute little playful voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned on the lights in the van and looked back to see Jack with his arms spread and stretching as far and wide as they would go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tears had been sad and hurt feelings before but they changed to tears of joy, peace and love.  Jack helped me remember what was most important in this life.  Everything that I held most dear was in that van.  In that van I knew who I was as a women, wife and as a mother.  Everything else was just another piece to the grad puzzle of life but in that car was the most IMPORTANT puzzle piece to me.  I realized that if I could just draw a gold line around that van shaped puzzle piece and focus my thoughts, love and actions toward them then every Other puzzle piece (friends, work, callings, and sometimes family) could move around us without it effecting us too much.  All other puzzle pieces are important to our piece and in face without them ours would just be a lone puzzle piece in the wilderness but mine is of most importance and by doing what I need to do for them all other pieces will find their place all on their own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Mr. Jack for being my little man and giving me your sweet love and for reminding me of what matters most in this life, my gold lined van puzzle piece:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6492009001221566459?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6492009001221566459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6492009001221566459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6492009001221566459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6492009001221566459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-gold-lined-van-puzzle-piece.html' title='My Gold Lined Van Puzzle Piece'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-4797232918815913237</id><published>2010-12-21T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:07:08.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square and Firsts</title><content type='html'>&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbY5mEcOI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ukfBLKC7Gig/s320/IMG_0972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553179561371660514" /&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbZKOrZxI/AAAAAAAABeY/tq9Ze-bhV-c/s320/IMG_0974.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553179565836953362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDdjpR3ttI/AAAAAAAABfA/EVCNPD4-_3o/s1600/IMG_0947.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We took the kids to Temple Square and they really loved it. To be honest we were a little disappointed. There are usually SO MANY lights but this year it seamed like there were hardly any. Maybe the church is cutting back to. BUt it was still fun to walk around with our little family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDdjpR3ttI/AAAAAAAABfA/EVCNPD4-_3o/s320/IMG_0947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181944993789650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDdjaDjWUI/AAAAAAAABe4/fo6YUyBMd00/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181940907202882" /&gt;I had to document Londons 1st piggies!!!!!  That poor hair of hers is almost impossible to do.  We have been waiting for it to get long enough to put into pig tails and the day has FINELY come, YAH!!!!!  MaRea I knew you would appreciate this:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbagprAVI/AAAAAAAABew/QE5qltHWyp8/s1600/IMG_0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbagprAVI/AAAAAAAABew/QE5qltHWyp8/s1600/IMG_0966.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbagprAVI/AAAAAAAABew/QE5qltHWyp8/s320/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553179589035622738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had our first REAL snow fall so we all went out and built first real snowman:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbZogH_YI/AAAAAAAABeg/eYxI1rCdL_4/s320/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553179573963193730" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbZ8Gnl_I/AAAAAAAABeo/V_Zv8dVYGTs/s1600/IMG_0977.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbZ8Gnl_I/AAAAAAAABeo/V_Zv8dVYGTs/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553179579224922098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came home from the store and Jack was so excited to show me what he and daddy made for me.  It's hard to see but it says, "We Love U"  It was very SWEET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4797232918815913237?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4797232918815913237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4797232918815913237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4797232918815913237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4797232918815913237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/temple-square-and-firsts.html' title='Temple Square and Firsts'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TRDbY5mEcOI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ukfBLKC7Gig/s72-c/IMG_0972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6528574946436394332</id><published>2010-12-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:13:39.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For Riley's work they do a white elephant every year. Last night while we were trying to figure out what to do we finely came up with this idea. I am obviously for Team RILEY:). You may wonder who Kevin is, well let's just say Kevin was fired not so long ago and he really hasn't been missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQu1pTJy6MI/AAAAAAAABdg/jwo9hrJGmok/s1600/IMG_0935.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQu1pTJy6MI/AAAAAAAABdg/jwo9hrJGmok/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551730686784891074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQu1ozdEEXI/AAAAAAAABdQ/0RlQWVIWnig/s320/IMG_0936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551730678275772786" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Riley and I were engaged I went to Japan and while I was there I got him a little silk skeen machine. We used it last night for like the 3rd time in 6 years, it doesn't get used much but when we do it's so FUN!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQu1pCJwQJI/AAAAAAAABdY/fCd9LGNzkWE/s1600/IMG_0938.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQu1pCJwQJI/AAAAAAAABdY/fCd9LGNzkWE/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551730682221314194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made 3 dozen Sugar Cookies for his work party.  The kids were in bed and we were able to just hang out, it was fun:)&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/8516641233758215216-6528574946436394332?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6528574946436394332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6528574946436394332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6528574946436394332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6528574946436394332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/team.html' title='Team ?'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQu1pTJy6MI/AAAAAAAABdg/jwo9hrJGmok/s72-c/IMG_0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-548783117557059036</id><published>2010-12-16T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:55:25.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was good. When I grow big I want a HUGE gun. Maybe when London and Dane grow big they can have tiny guns too.  London and Dane were good and they should have puppies that can talk and puppies that are nice to me and them too.  Can I please have a motorcycle like the one I gave Zaden?  I would also like a Fire Truck.  And Batman to get on the motorcycle.  I want a cowboy rope too, a batman one. And a dress up to be like Bumblebee and Batman and Iron Man and Woody and Buzz Light Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Could you bring my daddy a motorcycle and some dress ups for him? Maybe you could bring him a Bronco too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you bring my mommy cool shoes like mine and a Bat Girl and Super Girl dress up's too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the presents for my mommy and daddy and London and Dane and me and all the other kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I would loose this letter to Santa so I thought I would put it on here so I would have it forever:)  Jack your just too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-548783117557059036?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/548783117557059036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=548783117557059036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/548783117557059036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/548783117557059036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-1648182472453334269</id><published>2010-12-15T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:24:01.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RILEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQlOBwhDJfI/AAAAAAAABdA/2PHCyHNcZYE/s1600/IMG_5223-LindsyRiley%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQlOBwhDJfI/AAAAAAAABdA/2PHCyHNcZYE/s320/IMG_5223-LindsyRiley%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551053807821202930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start?  Riley.........there's just so much to say.  1st things 1st, I LOVE YOU!!!  But then again you know that, just like you told the Bishop on Sunday, "She's addicted to me!"  It's oh so true, I am totally and completely addicted to you!  You are the man who walks in the door and makes our house a home.  Our kids get you as their daddy and for the rest of my life I will thank God for that, they couldn't have it better:)  Every year we are together the better it gets, time has only made this love more complete and stronger.  I don't care what people say, I will love you till the day I die and then some, forever is forever!   That little lady in the Temple said that she thought we were newly weds,  I will work forever to keep it that way.  With you at my side I can do anything and become anyone. As cliché as it may sound it's only the truth, you complete me through and through!  I know I say this all the time but I'll say it again........Thanks for choosing me:)  Happy Birthday Riley, it may just be another day for you but I will always treasure this day knowing it was the day you became a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1648182472453334269?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1648182472453334269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1648182472453334269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1648182472453334269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1648182472453334269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/riley.html' title='RILEY'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQlOBwhDJfI/AAAAAAAABdA/2PHCyHNcZYE/s72-c/IMG_5223-LindsyRiley%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4520266089737243684</id><published>2010-12-13T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:30:08.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Cookies, Super Heros and Discovery Gateway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDDODS2_I/AAAAAAAABc4/451js4dDhlw/s1600/IMG_0821.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDDODS2_I/AAAAAAAABc4/451js4dDhlw/s320/IMG_0821.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550267682115476466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at Gateway on our way to Discovery Gateway.  It feels so good to have the whole family together for a pic even if it is blurry:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDCZNQ5ZI/AAAAAAAABcw/WCn7InLdMeY/s1600/IMG_0850.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDCZNQ5ZI/AAAAAAAABcw/WCn7InLdMeY/s320/IMG_0850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550267667930211730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could there be a cutter little cowboy:)  We love Discovery Gateway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDCBtyHSI/AAAAAAAABco/YKPeS6ZYgo4/s1600/IMG_0849.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDCBtyHSI/AAAAAAAABco/YKPeS6ZYgo4/s320/IMG_0849.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550267661624155426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss London, my little Cow Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDBpudO9I/AAAAAAAABcg/3QbSzO0f0P4/s1600/IMG_0874.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDBpudO9I/AAAAAAAABcg/3QbSzO0f0P4/s320/IMG_0874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550267655184530386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack and our Sugar cookies.  I have a bit of a disease, I make cookies 2-3 times a week!  Chocolate Chip or Sugar Cookies are the ones we are into right now.  It's like therapy for me.  I'm sure it also explains the extra poundage as well;)  So if you ever need a cookie stop on by, I'm sure we will have some and it's better you eat them than I:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were making our cookies today Jack didn't stop talking for more than 2 seconds.......the whole time we were making them!!!!  I don't think I have ever met someone who talk this much, not even my little sister Angie!  The whole conversation, (if you can call it that) was about his super heros.  His likes and dislikes.  This little guy is so funny and so talkative.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Jack said, "Mom I have a big girlfriend at school and I think we should take her some of these cookies for Christmas, is that a good idea?"  This is news to me, now this girl is his official girlfriend.  I asked him, "Is that what she told you, that she was your girlfriend now?"  Jacks response, "Ya her loves me."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4520266089737243684?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4520266089737243684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4520266089737243684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4520266089737243684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4520266089737243684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/sugar-cookies-super-heros-and-discovery.html' title='Sugar Cookies, Super Heros and Discovery Gateway'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQaDDODS2_I/AAAAAAAABc4/451js4dDhlw/s72-c/IMG_0821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4172416079554236308</id><published>2010-12-09T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:38:01.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just going to be a pic overload:) One of the best vacations I have ever had!!!!  I LOVE you Hawaii!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these pics were taken on my iphone, so of them are a little special:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGIHaDcLsI/AAAAAAAABZg/vqSr8s38NPc/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548865876731375298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The First Morning we woke up this is what we woke up to............ahhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGOOAUKwuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/RBdUnXb3NNA/s320/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872587151065826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to the market:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGONm9X3GI/AAAAAAAABcI/fGd2egxiMgs/s320/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872580344568930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at the market:)  Those Asian ladies made us laugh so hard.  They would literally BEG you to buy something from them, no shame:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGONZitfwI/AAAAAAAABcA/aaGylgwYDg0/s320/IMG_0787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872576743079682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day before we left Riley stepped on a Sea Urchin.  It was very sad but we were glad that it wasn't any worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGONG4MVdI/AAAAAAAABb4/hBqbcA_nhyY/s320/IMG_0785.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872571732907474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those black spikes are some of what that thing left behind.  You can't really get them out so the are still in his foot.  They say that they will just come out with time.  Poor Riley is limping around waiting for that day to come:(. Wish I had a better pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGNMgSiCfI/AAAAAAAABbw/CbNL_R8TNCs/s320/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548871461862771186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of Riley's awesome pics he took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGNMR5PKxI/AAAAAAAABbo/dq6rCOnv4LI/s320/IMG_0782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548871457998580498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEDS BAKERY!!!!!!  BEST donut I have EVER had in my LIFE!!!!!  Wish we would have found this place sooner, I could have come back 20 lb heavier and perfectly happy about it;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGNMKqtnJI/AAAAAAAABbg/DT0xt-JYBrk/s320/IMG_0777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548871456058612882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One night for dinner we had a fire on the beach then we split into two groups and went Crabbing.  Our team lost but we all know that it't only because we got the crap side of the beach:)  These are some of the crabs we caught:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGNLmbfSqI/AAAAAAAABbY/-GM8GNRNQH4/s320/IMG_0772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548871446331083426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riley day dreaming of living in Hawaii.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGNLW5ktrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/rv5Kqh3YRis/s320/IMG_0767.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548871442162300594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us chilling on Sunset Beach.  Couldn't swim because The Triple Crown Surf Competition was going on.  Fun to watch:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGMd8rqeeI/AAAAAAAABbI/CbiqoL3piO0/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548870662030522850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sunset on Sunset Beach.  It lives up to it's name!&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGMdDpjEuI/AAAAAAAABbA/FC3mshWaQgs/s320/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548870646720828130" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGMcoqnqqI/AAAAAAAABa4/rQ7ois-ulSc/s320/IMG_0762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548870639477566114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGMcVjo9tI/AAAAAAAABaw/I_FZweH-gmA/s320/IMG_0752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548870634348017362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is our Ice Cold Coconut we wanted the whole time...not so yummy but fun to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGMcFu32gI/AAAAAAAABao/oiMz0oLsbEc/s320/IMG_0751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548870630100163074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matsumoto......need I say more.  Best Shaved Ice ever:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGLwsZIVvI/AAAAAAAABag/iwl7yIMwPTo/s320/IMG_0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548869884563707634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hale'Iwa Eats Thai.  I will dream of this place till we go back.  I'm not a huge fan of thai food but we went back to this place 3 times:)  YUMMY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGLwXY7ydI/AAAAAAAABaY/OFKV9osyv3o/s320/IMG_0735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548869878925740498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kyle jumping of the rock at Waimea Beach.  I was to big of a sissy but of course Riley and Kyle did it.  Then the next day we went back and I JUMPED, twice!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGLwEWNmII/AAAAAAAABaQ/SSDvZwyObro/s320/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548869873814050946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is on top of the rock before the jump:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGLv7C3ysI/AAAAAAAABaI/CXkvYnFDp9o/s320/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548869871317011138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We loved this beach:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGLve5M-GI/AAAAAAAABaA/x_MjlWtNIGo/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548869863760263266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Sid the Vish in his Hawaiian attire, no joke.  Black socks, sandals, levi pants every day and couldn't be happier,lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGIIDi72JI/AAAAAAAABZ4/uAY0wPk4VB8/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548865887869327506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents took us to the PCC Luau, aren't they cute:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGIHslW0_I/AAAAAAAABZo/t6qI9KuNO5M/s320/IMG_0684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548865881705468914" /&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGIHzfyh4I/AAAAAAAABZw/c3x0mqHIV5I/s320/IMG_0690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548865883561166722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the PCC, it was really fun to walk around to all the different places and lean about all the different cultures.  Thanks mom and dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGOOZ_x9NI/AAAAAAAABcY/xdHBwwixcS8/s320/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872594044875986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANd last but by no means least we have one of the last things I saw as we left Hawaii.  Isn't that the BEST mullet that you have ever seen, lol!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-efaba139d353a06f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defaba139d353a06f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56076633959583F265B785A56FB6A3EEEDB3E489.C72341432006058988601FEAA3687ED074BBFA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defaba139d353a06f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2mne6DMqBaa6LL55gRXY2A21UTg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defaba139d353a06f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56076633959583F265B785A56FB6A3EEEDB3E489.C72341432006058988601FEAA3687ED074BBFA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defaba139d353a06f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2mne6DMqBaa6LL55gRXY2A21UTg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st Video is of our first morning.  The sunrise was amazing!&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca13695768c1e4f0" 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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca13695768c1e4f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D128CF0B47431B7A79F0D17F2CA9E57B95B680F49.3BBB5B046F1F19321D70F12BEA1DA8045EABBAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca13695768c1e4f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D84Kwk6f35AqFtt-vSBg0iLCAvH4&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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca13695768c1e4f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D128CF0B47431B7A79F0D17F2CA9E57B95B680F49.3BBB5B046F1F19321D70F12BEA1DA8045EABBAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca13695768c1e4f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D84Kwk6f35AqFtt-vSBg0iLCAvH4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd video is of Riley making fun of guys who dress cute.  We were shopping at the outlets there in Hawaii.  This is also a result of shopping, he had to find a way to pass the time so this is what he chose:)  He's kinda CUTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A HUGE Thank You goes out to Terri and Mike and the rest of the clan that helped with our little ones. Without you we wouldn't have been able to go. THANK YOU!&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/8516641233758215216-4172416079554236308?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4172416079554236308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4172416079554236308' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4172416079554236308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4172416079554236308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/12/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TQGIHaDcLsI/AAAAAAAABZg/vqSr8s38NPc/s72-c/IMG_0679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7529026536162565534</id><published>2010-11-27T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:11:28.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for Hawaii on Monday morning and we are leaving behind out 3 little mutts in very loving and capable arms.  The truth is I'm nervous, excited and sad all at the same time.  There are moments when I am playing with London or Dane or Jack and I think "How I am ever going to leave you?!"  Then like 2 seconds later I'm thinking, "Can't I just leave RIGHT NOW!!!!"  I think it would be fun to have them on the beach with us but the I quickly realize that it will be so rejuvenating to be just the married couple again, all alone.  I know there are parents out there that could never leave their kids like this and I understand why but I also think that sometimes we have to reinvest in our relationship so that we can be better parents for our kids.  I guess I'm just feeling those Bitter Sweet feelings. I know we will have a great time and I know that when we get back we will be even more appreciative of our little ones than before.  I used to travel about once a month and I would miss Jack so much but when I got back I would rediscover his cuteness and discover new things about his little personality.  I loved that part and I haven't beed able to do it with the twins yet, it will be so fun to come home to them.  I just want all my little people to know that they will be greatly missed and the return is highly anticipated already, I just love you cute mutts!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7529026536162565534?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7529026536162565534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7529026536162565534' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7529026536162565534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7529026536162565534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/11/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3976422259867275603</id><published>2010-11-25T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:11:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home For The Hollidays</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in my kitchen listening to a little Bing Crosby Christmas, watching Riley prepare the Turkey (he LOVES this) , Jack helping daddy, Dane playing on the stairs, and London walking around with a golf ball.  It may sound weird but it's magical:)  My heart is so full of gratitude it's running over.  I thought that doing our own Thanksgiving may be a little sad but I couldn't have been more wrong.  Being in our home being with the ones that I love more than anything in the world is more special than I could have imagined.  In a few hours we will be siting down as a family enjoying our first thanksgiving as a family in our own home.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Thanksgiving I am feeling SO grateful for my family.  I'm grateful that I married a good man that will stick by me through thick and thin and who loves me so much.  I'm grateful for my little ones who bring me more joy than one person deserves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You Heavenly Father for giving me all of this.  I know without you I wouldn't have any of these things that I love so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3976422259867275603?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3976422259867275603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3976422259867275603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3976422259867275603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3976422259867275603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-for-hollidays.html' title='Home For The Hollidays'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-224567239629303437</id><published>2010-11-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:31:47.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkeys Have Parts to Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TOrSrgZC7NI/AAAAAAAABZY/WRnvSv2IeOA/s1600/IMG_0645.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TOrSrgZC7NI/AAAAAAAABZY/WRnvSv2IeOA/s320/IMG_0645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542473936304008402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what sex the turkey you are eating is........me neither.  Not my Jack, he knows very well that his turkey is a boy.  I mean isn't it obvious.  I guess when a 3 year old little boy is learning about himself he kinda thinks everything is a boy.  The other day he said, "Don't worry London when you get big you'll grow a penis."  My response, "First of all I'm quite positive that London wasn't worried about it and second of all London will never have a penis."  Jack gave me that look that says, "It's ok mom, one day you will get it."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was reminded about Jacks interest in the male parts.  I walked into pick him up from school and the teacher took my hand and said, "I have to show you this.  I was laughing so hard I was crying."  I followed her into the art room over to a wall of turkey drawings .  She picked out Jacks and pointed to the line between the turkeys skinny little legs.  Jack said to his teacher (and everyone in ear shot range) "This is my turkeys penis."  All the sudden all the little kids around him were asking "What did he just say?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home I asked him to explain his drawing to me and he said, "This is my turkey, these are his feathers, these are his legs and this is his penis.  Turkeys have penises too mom."  So there you have it, it's really a simple concept.  I guess I have something to think about while eating our delicious turkey this thursday, thanks Jack for the insight:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-224567239629303437?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/224567239629303437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=224567239629303437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/224567239629303437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/224567239629303437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkeys-have-parts-to-mom.html' title='Turkeys Have Parts to Mom'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TOrSrgZC7NI/AAAAAAAABZY/WRnvSv2IeOA/s72-c/IMG_0645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-8501169514121544141</id><published>2010-11-17T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:25:34.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randome</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TORuOkAPiwI/AAAAAAAABZA/MMQKqQj6xVU/s320/IMG_1551web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540674638034471682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;My London just looked so cute in this pic, I needed to make sure I got it on my blog somewhere:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TORul-kjN6I/AAAAAAAABZI/_BnwMwc-qHw/s320/IMG_0641.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540675040303069090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dane is always on empty. Trying to keep him tummy FULL is like trying to have your gas tank constantly FULL, it's just impossible! Dane has to be walking around with some little treat in his little hand at all times:) You can imagine how my floors look 90% of the time. I think that this little thing is going to be my big guy, not as in fat but more as in just plain SOLID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TORvF-8VkMI/AAAAAAAABZQ/95Mr_NzyQSI/s1600/IMG_0595.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TORvF-8VkMI/AAAAAAAABZQ/95Mr_NzyQSI/s320/IMG_0595.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540675590158651586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my Jack so proud of his cookie that we made together.  He wanted to make pumpkin cookies so we called Grandma Smith for Grandpa Smiths Sugar Cookie receipt.  They were YUMMY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Video is just too fun not to share.  You get a glimpse of  Jack singing in his preschool and then you get a glimpse of the twins exact personalities.  You will see London demanding my attention and Dane just enjoying the show, so cute:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-579cd7faa042fdf7" 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://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D579cd7faa042fdf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D268FF9E91599E968231500B4DB0DBF23C2AA96AE.7655942C3A5F7065ED7F7D7A82D55825CB7B9C67%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D579cd7faa042fdf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D32wkmySkkgFoBs3RJ3blx25hD0Q&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://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D579cd7faa042fdf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D268FF9E91599E968231500B4DB0DBF23C2AA96AE.7655942C3A5F7065ED7F7D7A82D55825CB7B9C67%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D579cd7faa042fdf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D32wkmySkkgFoBs3RJ3blx25hD0Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-8501169514121544141?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8501169514121544141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=8501169514121544141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8501169514121544141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8501169514121544141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/11/randome.html' title='Randome'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TORuOkAPiwI/AAAAAAAABZA/MMQKqQj6xVU/s72-c/IMG_1551web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-9312710862087187</id><published>2010-11-15T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:02:25.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacks Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was snuggling with Jack before his nap yesterday and he told me about his dream.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is what he said, “When I closed my eyes I saw Jesus and I looked out my window and he was standing outside by my door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus was knocking and you were on the other side.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You open the door and let him in and then he told me to be nice.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he was finished I was crying, the spirit was so strong and the look on his face was so unique and special.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really didn’t know what to say, I just sat there and he went on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “And mommy there were the bad men that put nails into his hands and they killed him and put him away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why did they kill him?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I in turn asked him why Jesus died and he said, “Because he loves us so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he came back to life mom.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Our conversation was long and so incredible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I thought that a 3 year old wouldn’t understand the sacred things we talked about I couldn’t have been more wrong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being 3 means that he hasn’t had all the garbage out there in our world hurt his soul yet, he is closer to the spirit than anyone I have ever met.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have heard people say that they don’t want to fill there kids head with spiritual things and they don’t want to push them into a religion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t disagree more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satin is out there and he doesn’t give our little ones a moments rest, he wants nothing but the worst for them, he will do everything in his power to make sure they have the most unhappy life that is possible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only way for them to have a chance is if we make sure they know what is on the other side.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I am teaching Jack about our Heavenly Father its like he already knows it, he listens and then gets this look on his face that’s kinda like, “oh ya, I know that.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like he’s remembering something he has forgotten. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be able to bear my testimony to him and tell him the things that I know are true is the single most important thing I have to accomplish on this earth, this is a moment in my life I want to always remember.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also find it interesting that when you become a mother you think that you will be the one doing all the teaching but you soon realize that somehow your child is doing most of the teaching. I can be so naïve, Jack keeps me closer to the spirit than anything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will asks me questions and then he will unknowingly bears his testimony to me, it unbelievable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At night he always prays for Jesus, I never really understood why but I think it’s because he feels our Savior close to him and he only prays for the people he loves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the End of our conversation I asked him how he felt.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said “I feel good, I’m happy.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him that THAT feelings he was the Holy Ghost telling him that&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;what we were saying was true and that any time he ever feels that&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was way it is the Holy Ghost.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack smiled at me, wiped a tear away from my eye, kissed my nose and fell asleep.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know right?!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so grateful for the Gospel in my life and in my Children’s life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t be the mom I am without it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My ONE job on this earth is to get my children back to my Heavenly Father it doesn’t seam like it should be that hard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in reality it’s a HUGE responsibility and it scars me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satin is so smart with how he tricks us into thinking that we know more than God, he knows our weaknesses and he plays on them every chance he gets.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BUT I KNOW if I follow the spirit and do what our Father in Heaven has asked I can get my little ones back into my Heavenly Fathers loving arms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"&gt;Thank you Jack for being an example to me, you make me a stronger and a better person every day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you little man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-9312710862087187?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/9312710862087187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=9312710862087187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9312710862087187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9312710862087187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/11/jacks-dream.html' title='Jacks Dream'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-4491340314598610960</id><published>2010-11-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:11:33.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year for halloween I made Dane and London's Halloween Costumes. They were none other than Thing One and Thing Two. I must say it turned out even better than I planned. I'm no seamstress but this time around I really outdid myself, lol;) Mr Jack was our Night in Shining Armor, boy was he Handsome! He would announce himself whenever he told someone what he was, he would say "Dun Dun na Dun, I'm a Knight!" He really couldn't be any cutter! I did NOT make his costume:) Then Riley and I were none other than Olive Oyl and Popeye, yep just like Pam and Jim on The Office and Riley was just about as excited about it as Jim;) I did make these costumes and you could tell they were made the day of the party. They were a little special just like us;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhN7tNUcI/AAAAAAAABYw/r4ZydJrI2ts/s1600/IMG_4920-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhN7tNUcI/AAAAAAAABYw/r4ZydJrI2ts/s320/IMG_4920-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537704846310592962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thing One and Thing Two.  And yes I did put some thought into who would be what.  London arrived 1st so she was obviously Thing One and Dane came 2nd so naturally was Thing Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhNrpVdoI/AAAAAAAABYo/NNRaOrP6tmo/s1600/IMG_4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhNrpVdoI/AAAAAAAABYo/NNRaOrP6tmo/s320/IMG_4925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537704841999382146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are Thing One and Thing Two cleaning up after Cat in the hat just like they always do:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhND2uyGI/AAAAAAAABYg/wMPuHcxCdwA/s1600/IMG_4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhND2uyGI/AAAAAAAABYg/wMPuHcxCdwA/s320/IMG_4844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537704831318149218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mom stop bugging us!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhMThQdmI/AAAAAAAABYY/cilyZpdmPxw/s1600/IMG_4839-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhMThQdmI/AAAAAAAABYY/cilyZpdmPxw/s320/IMG_4839-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537704818343179874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprisingly enough they kept their hats on.  Their hats by the way were super easy to make.  You just get a beanie and glue a boa all the way around it.  For their feet I just glued the blue boa on their socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnekI6On-I/AAAAAAAABYA/gXZ6Q4HrGBY/s320/IMG_4777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537701929277104098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Handsome Knight!!!  LOVE HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnelHJnUhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/anueBeV0eW4/s1600/IMG_4821.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnelHJnUhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/anueBeV0eW4/s1600/IMG_4821.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnelHJnUhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/anueBeV0eW4/s320/IMG_4821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537701945984635410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MaRea always does her Halloween Party for the kids and this year she didn't disappoint!  Hear are all the little friends that showed up:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNneke_vTuI/AAAAAAAABYI/HvSBZnXbXbY/s1600/IMG_4868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNneke_vTuI/AAAAAAAABYI/HvSBZnXbXbY/s320/IMG_4868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537701935205797602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There dinner was slimy worm (hot dogs cut into slices dowsed with barbecue sauce) sloppy joes.  It looked way to real;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnejcTLcKI/AAAAAAAABXw/BQrqveeDf24/s320/IMG_5024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537701917302157474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Olive Oyl and Popeye.  Riley is to handsome for his own britches, love it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnejpDS1tI/AAAAAAAABX4/6F3l6Mtsywk/s1600/IMG_4798.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnejpDS1tI/AAAAAAAABX4/6F3l6Mtsywk/s1600/IMG_4798.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnejpDS1tI/AAAAAAAABX4/6F3l6Mtsywk/s320/IMG_4798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537701920725194450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Thing One and just in case you didn't know Thing One is a girl, I mean the bow and ruffles on the bum were a dead giveaway:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4491340314598610960?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4491340314598610960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4491340314598610960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4491340314598610960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4491340314598610960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TNnhN7tNUcI/AAAAAAAABYw/r4ZydJrI2ts/s72-c/IMG_4920-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6772785330392212618</id><published>2010-11-01T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:23:38.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dane 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TM8TrJ8ywOI/AAAAAAAABXo/kXAx0qLk7kE/s1600/IMG_0454.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TM8TrJ8ywOI/AAAAAAAABXo/kXAx0qLk7kE/s320/IMG_0454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534664099187835106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My SWEET, SWEET, SWEET Dane!  There are so many things about him that make me smile!  Mr. Dane is starting to jibber jabber and I just love it.  If we say and word and ask him to say it he will 80% of the time.  His favorite word is puppy.  Speaking of puppies, Mr. Dane can't get enough of puppies.  Where London is petrified of them Dane will follow them around till the dog is more than a little bothered.  London cries when the dog walks in and Dane cries when the dog is put out, lol:)  It's so very cute!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane is VERY tender hearted!  If he trips over something he will cry, if you look at him wrong he will cry, and he will most definitely cry if you tell him no.  Yet in the same breath he really doesn't understand when I'm being serious.  If he is playing in the brown sugar and I tell him to stop he just laughs like I just told him the best joke ever.  If he is hitting someone of something and I tell him to stop he will just laugh and keep doing it, I must say it's hard to get mad at him when he is giving me his delicious little giggling.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane is very laid back.  He doesn't demand my attention all the time, he just walks around and entertains himself.  When he does want my attention he will simply come up to me and say "pup" which means up.  I love this about him!!!!  He and London are complete opposites when it comes to this:)  It fascinates me to discover that these little twins and polar opposites in almost everything.  I'm so glad that they are this way, I want them to feel like they are just a member of our family and not a pair to this family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane loves his sister London.  When he wakes up in the morning he searches for London and wanders around saying "undin"  witch means London of course.  He will kiss her and go up and pat her head, these are the moments that I can't get enough of.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the not so nice part side of Dane.  Because he is only 18 months old he still doesn't understand when he is hurting Jack or London.  Mr Dane has got one tough arm.  When he hits it really does hurt!  And like I said before he really wont stop unless I remove him totally and completely from the situation.  London is my bitter and Dane is my hitter.  When Dane finds something that he can get a good grip on he will use it as his weapon and it's near impossible to remove it from his unbelievably STRONG grasp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something about Dane that just feels so yummy.  The other daY I was walking into Wal Mart and the little old man that is always there to greet us said, "I just can't put my finger on it but there is something about that little guy that is just wonderful.  Maybe it's his eyes or his smile but I love it when you come and I get to see him, it always brightens my day."  The sweet old man was right, Dane is different and he has this sweetness about him that can just melt your heart.  I LOVE you Dane and I can't imagine my life without you.  Thanks for choosing us because we so NEED your sweetness.  LOVE YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6772785330392212618?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6772785330392212618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6772785330392212618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6772785330392212618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6772785330392212618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/11/dane-101.html' title='Dane 101'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TM8TrJ8ywOI/AAAAAAAABXo/kXAx0qLk7kE/s72-c/IMG_0454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-9084442925569478820</id><published>2010-10-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:35:49.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Londonisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TMCyIgIzV9I/AAAAAAAABXg/C24H3re1Sj8/s1600/IMG_0457.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TMCyIgIzV9I/AAAAAAAABXg/C24H3re1Sj8/s320/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530616201546520530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little London is something special.  I don't know about other little girls but this one is too smart for her own britches.  I have been meaning to write all these things down so here I go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st thing you need to know is that London's MOST favorite word in the whole world  is MOMMY, it is getting so OLD!!  Before she says anything she MUST say "MOMMY" first.  She says mommy anywhere from 150-200 times a day, ahhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 2nd  London is speaking in sentences.  This may be normal for other peoples kids at 17 months old but this is something totally new for us at the Smith home.  Everything I say she will repeat.  There may be some "da bu ma" in the middle but she eventually says what she wants to be heard.  Things she has been saying lately are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, I want pupu" translated, "I want up"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, I hot"  She said this  while pulling on her coat in the car the other day so I took it off and she stopped saying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Mommy, a puppy"  This is said almost as much Mommy, everything that moves is a puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- " Mommy, go night night."  She will say this after I ask her if she wants to go night night.  SHe will then say to everyone in the room, "Bye, bye, I night, night" and wave to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, I want down"  This is said after she is finished eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Mommy, bebe, bebe, bebe!!!!"  This is in reference to her blanket, she calls it her bebe of her puppy.  I made this blanket and it is bitting me in the butt, she LOVES it WAY TO MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"HI JACK, HI DANE!!!!!"  Every morning she freaks out when she sees these two.  London can't get enough of Jack, poor Jack just wants to be left alone but London has to do EVERYTHING that he is doing, sit everywhere that he is sitting and play with everything that Jack is playing with.  This may be why Jack calls he preschool his "Party," true story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, dance, dance"  Out of the blue she will just start to dance and has to tell us bout it.......of course she has to tell us about it.  In fact there will be times when me and Riley are talking and she will grab our faces and hold them in her two little hands until we give her our undivided attention.  Most the time it makes absolutely no sense but after she is done she will let go and move on with what she was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, poopy"  This is said every time she poops or is about to poop.  When she wakes up it's one of the first things she says:)  I hope this means she potty trains early.  She has pooped in the potty once but that's just because she was going to poop in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, I want Drink"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, I want Bite"  Bite means eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mommy, iches"  This means britches.  Yesterday her pants fell off during her nap and I asked her were her britches were and she turned around and picked them up and handed them to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss London has a very interesting personality.  She can be oh so SWEET and oh so NASTY.  London is the one that will bite her brother and then when they are crying she will go lay down next to them and hug and kiss them till they stop crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love this little mutt and she brings so much Joy into our home.  We really should just call her Miss Attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-9084442925569478820?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/9084442925569478820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=9084442925569478820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9084442925569478820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9084442925569478820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/10/londonisms.html' title='Londonisms'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TMCyIgIzV9I/AAAAAAAABXg/C24H3re1Sj8/s72-c/IMG_0457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6093853770191330123</id><published>2010-10-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:08:33.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Man</title><content type='html'>My little Jack is a ladies man and he'd not even trying..........this is not a good thing!  I was waiting for him to come in from playing at his pre school and as he came in he was holding a little girls hand.  I laughed as he was trying to get the little girl to let go, but she wouldn't let go for the life of her, lol.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher came and told me about the days events with this little girl and Jack.  I guess that she said to Jack, "You love to hold my hand ha Jack!"  Jacks response was, "Um..... not really."   This same little girl wanted to sit by Jack but he wanted to sit on the boys table so she put up a fight till she could sit with him.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home I asked him if he wanted to hold the little girls hand  and that if he didn't want to he could just say stop "stop holding my hand."  His response was, "um....she likeded me and was nice so I was nice to her.  Her's wants to be my girlfriend.  She loveded me mom." Oh boy, I don't even know where he learned the word girlfriend!!!   But at least he's playing hard to get;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Riley got home he asked what her name was and he had no idea so Riley said, "You should probably know a girls name before you hold hands with her."  I guess every boy has to learn the rules some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This had been an ongoing thing with Jack.......me no likesy!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6093853770191330123?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6093853770191330123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6093853770191330123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6093853770191330123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6093853770191330123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/10/ladies-man.html' title='Ladies Man'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-9161312303731825983</id><published>2010-10-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:18:45.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HECTORS Phone Number</title><content type='html'>Hector #: 801-548-1438!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-9161312303731825983?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/9161312303731825983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=9161312303731825983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9161312303731825983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/9161312303731825983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/10/hectors-phone-number.html' title='HECTORS Phone Number'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-6615538039895441194</id><published>2010-10-05T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:10:48.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudFDX9JYI/AAAAAAAABXY/Gyjl9yacRLc/s1600/IMG_0560.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudFDX9JYI/AAAAAAAABXY/Gyjl9yacRLc/s320/IMG_0560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524682078030734722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Hector, how I adore you (yes I am thinking in my Mexican accent.) Riley and I are finishing our basement!!! We (we as in Riley:) were determined to do all the work ourselves..............not so much! We (we as in RILEY and Kyle) did the framing, electrical, insulation, air ventilation and speaker stuff. But one month into it WE were more than DONE with the whole project.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a friend of ours told us about her friend HECTOR. Oh Hector how we adore you:) Hector come and gave us a bid on our 500 sq ft, 2 room basement and it was an AMAZING!!!! To HANG the dry wall, TAPE and MUD then SAND and TAPE and MUD again then TEXTURE the WALLS and CEILING was a grand total of.......................&lt;b&gt;$550&lt;/b&gt;!!!!! HELLO, thats $100 less than the guy who gave us a bid to just texture the walls!!!! Well needless to say we hired HECTOR right then and there! Not only was he cheep he was FAST!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudE-f1KqI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Or6PcMc0Bgw/s1600/IMG_0519.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudE-f1KqI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Or6PcMc0Bgw/s320/IMG_0519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524682076721588898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before Hector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudEklsPZI/AAAAAAAABXI/8b39Zb-1dVE/s1600/IMG_0530.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudEklsPZI/AAAAAAAABXI/8b39Zb-1dVE/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524682069766847890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1 1/2 After Hector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudESXYjuI/AAAAAAAABXA/goVJ8Cd13ao/s1600/IMG_0564.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudESXYjuI/AAAAAAAABXA/goVJ8Cd13ao/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524682064874999522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 4 DONE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pics are showing you just one corner of one room, he did much more:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In getting to know Hector I found out he has a little boy that is REALLY sick and has been in and out of the hospital for the last 1 1/2 years.  The medical bills are over $120,000!  He could use the work and he is so NICE and wonderful.  Also he has his front tooth missing, it's kinda cute but we are working on getting him a free tooth:)  Maybe by the time he comes to your house he will have a tooth:)  So if you need some work done on your house give Hector a call, he does more than just dry wall.  I know he paints and maybe other things too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6615538039895441194?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6615538039895441194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6615538039895441194' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6615538039895441194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6615538039895441194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/10/hector.html' title='Hector'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TKudFDX9JYI/AAAAAAAABXY/Gyjl9yacRLc/s72-c/IMG_0560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1278180260518888415</id><published>2010-09-16T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:11:38.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacks 1st Day Of School and Other Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to SCHOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoYNE3pyI/AAAAAAAABWI/bjGSjAmi8hw/s1600/IMG_0351.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoYNE3pyI/AAAAAAAABWI/bjGSjAmi8hw/s320/IMG_0351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517727996006868770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Miss Malissa Jacks teacher, oh he loves her as do I:)  The Pack Pack is underplayed in this pic.  Jack LOVES his Spider Man Pack Pack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoG4Wz_uI/AAAAAAAABWA/Akd5EdwNaSg/s1600/IMG_0346.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoG4Wz_uI/AAAAAAAABWA/Akd5EdwNaSg/s320/IMG_0346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517727698387205858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at Jacks School, the kids loved sitting on it, I had to take a pic:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoGiZWwJI/AAAAAAAABV4/um5LbBSHrcU/s1600/IMG_0349.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoGiZWwJI/AAAAAAAABV4/um5LbBSHrcU/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517727692492292242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found the Twins in here one afternoon.  So stinkin cute and so funny.  They think that it was made just for them to sit in:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoFmsSAhI/AAAAAAAABVo/Abzanqo1B5s/s1600/IMG_0307.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoFmsSAhI/AAAAAAAABVo/Abzanqo1B5s/s320/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517727676465545746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoFeiWs7I/AAAAAAAABVg/xjrjotBJO8A/s1600/IMG_0297.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoFeiWs7I/AAAAAAAABVg/xjrjotBJO8A/s320/IMG_0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517727674276426674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put Halloween decor up just a little early:) Here ya go Laura, the pics dont do it justice but it's so much FUN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl7rzFd8I/AAAAAAAABVY/ykf1MiEWGhk/s1600/IMG_0375.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl7rzFd8I/AAAAAAAABVY/ykf1MiEWGhk/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517725307014313922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl7XRqnvI/AAAAAAAABVQ/FSY7W11JkHY/s1600/IMG_0374.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl7XRqnvI/AAAAAAAABVQ/FSY7W11JkHY/s320/IMG_0374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517725301505433330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl6pfZoKI/AAAAAAAABVI/oqMRhr3ROYk/s1600/IMG_0371.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl6pfZoKI/AAAAAAAABVI/oqMRhr3ROYk/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517725289215008930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl6HULHrI/AAAAAAAABVA/KhO0ezd5ODE/s1600/IMG_0372.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl6HULHrI/AAAAAAAABVA/KhO0ezd5ODE/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517725280041115314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl5qkqNxI/AAAAAAAABU4/1lsdfO61cM4/s1600/IMG_0369.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLl5qkqNxI/AAAAAAAABU4/1lsdfO61cM4/s320/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517725272325633810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made these wigs today for Dane and London's Halloween costumes.....anyone want to guess what they are going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1278180260518888415?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1278180260518888415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1278180260518888415' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1278180260518888415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1278180260518888415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/09/jacks-1st-day-of-school-and-other-pics.html' title='Jacks 1st Day Of School and Other Pics'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TJLoYNE3pyI/AAAAAAAABWI/bjGSjAmi8hw/s72-c/IMG_0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-2480834743117710181</id><published>2010-09-16T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:50:51.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Min Of HELL</title><content type='html'>My poor, poor Jack.  Life with twins has some SERIOUS trials for the poor little guy.  Yesterday was the PERFECT example of what his day consists of.  He sat down on the ground to read some books and the babies SWARMED him, because this is what they ALWAYS do.   As he was trying to tell them that he just wanted to read for a minuet alone London (of course London) hits him with a ball.  This make him break into a million pieces.  Then Dane (because he saw London do it) hit Jack as well, with a huge smile on his face.  At this point it seamed like there was going to be no recovery for Mr. Jack at all.  I picked him up and took him up into my room so he could have some time with just himself and his books.  Of course London followed us so as I was shutting the door Jack got his toe stubbed.  This sent him into another hysterical fit.  I shut the door behind me which send London into hysteria and went down stairs to get a bandaid because we all know that a bandaid fixes EVERYTHING. In the kitchen I found Dane having way too much fun for one little boy.  He had found the Brown Sugar and was eating it by the fist full's and had it scattered ALL OVER from hither to thither.  I decided at that point that he might as well just enjoy himself so I took the bandaids upstairs to my hysterical Jack.  Of course London was still SCREAMING outside the closed door.  I went in the room and shut the door behind me, this REALLY ticked miss London off but I figured that Jack needed some one on one time no matter what the babies were up to.  So I sat down and cleaned him up with now London and Dane screaming at me through the door which was fine with me because at least I knew that they weren't getting into anything.  I sat with Jack and read 4 books to him, we read until I knew that he had a few minutes with just his mommy and no babies BUGGING him.  I think Jack gets a one way ticket back to heaven for being the big brother of twins:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-2480834743117710181?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2480834743117710181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=2480834743117710181' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2480834743117710181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2480834743117710181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-min-of-hell.html' title='30 Min Of HELL'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5364534688112070486</id><published>2010-09-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:36:09.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Mama</title><content type='html'>Jack: "OK, mom we are going to play mommy"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "OK"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack: "I'll be the daddy, London will be the mommy and Dane will be the son"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "OK , lets go out of my room and do it downstairs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack talking to London: "Come on Little Mama"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I call miss London Little Mama, it's just too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-5364534688112070486?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5364534688112070486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5364534688112070486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5364534688112070486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5364534688112070486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-mama.html' title='Little Mama'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5335143400767018030</id><published>2010-09-01T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:35:51.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RILEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TH5yzEc0IZI/AAAAAAAABUo/9BIGGZDvjSI/s1600/IMG_5223-LindsyRiley+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TH5yzEc0IZI/AAAAAAAABUo/9BIGGZDvjSI/s320/IMG_5223-LindsyRiley+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511969215641559442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago today I made the best decision of my life, I married the my of my dreams!!!  Riley has been the man who comforts me when I don't deserve comforting, he has been the man that brings be back to solid ground when I feel like I can't stand at all.  He's the man that fills me from head to toe with pure perfect love.  Riley fills my soul with joy and purpose, I really don't know where I would be today without him.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in the hospital on bed rest he was my everything, he stayed with me every singe night in that hospital on a terrible chair and he did it because he knew how close I was to breaking into a million pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't get things done around he house he never judges, he simply tells me that he can't believe that I'm in one piece after taking care of all the little ones all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I snap at him he forgives me so quickly, I'm sure I don't deserve this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley is one of the hardest workers I have ever met.  I couldn't have picked a better man to take care of this little family of ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize that when I married Riley in the Temple how important that choice would be to me.  The covenants I made that day govern my life and they are more important to me than any thing in this world.  Knowing that I have him and my little ones FOREVER is more than a girl can dream for.  I'm so grateful that he made the hard, good choices that led us there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply adore you Riley, thanks for being mine and choosing me!  I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-5335143400767018030?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5335143400767018030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5335143400767018030' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5335143400767018030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5335143400767018030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/09/riley.html' title='RILEY'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TH5yzEc0IZI/AAAAAAAABUo/9BIGGZDvjSI/s72-c/IMG_5223-LindsyRiley+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7335587638658958640</id><published>2010-08-30T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:49:14.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK LILY PHOTOGRAPHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwY8dXYIuI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vrODHxDXHu4/s1600/blacklily-header2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwY8dXYIuI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vrODHxDXHu4/s320/blacklily-header2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511307470948541154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYzDyigFI/AAAAAAAABUI/cTY1bixU9gQ/s1600/angie+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYzDyigFI/AAAAAAAABUI/cTY1bixU9gQ/s320/angie+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511307309464322130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYywEFndI/AAAAAAAABUA/XKFsbzB2kkw/s1600/IMG_7571RT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYywEFndI/AAAAAAAABUA/XKFsbzB2kkw/s320/IMG_7571RT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511307304169217490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYyR5IKCI/AAAAAAAABT4/f5_0Q-rsEOI/s1600/IMG_7351RT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYyR5IKCI/AAAAAAAABT4/f5_0Q-rsEOI/s320/IMG_7351RT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511307296070182946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYxyRBCpI/AAAAAAAABTw/3tn8rGUfWeg/s1600/IMG_7398RT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYxyRBCpI/AAAAAAAABTw/3tn8rGUfWeg/s320/IMG_7398RT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511307287580445330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYxpsbPmI/AAAAAAAABTo/OP7vB7niylo/s1600/addilan4RT-WMBW+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwYxpsbPmI/AAAAAAAABTo/OP7vB7niylo/s320/addilan4RT-WMBW+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511307285279489634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone is looking for an AMAZING photographer I have you covered.  MaRea is incredible!!!  I will add just a few of the pics that she has taken over the last little while. Plus MaRea  is has reasonable pricing.  I can't wait till she does ours again:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7335587638658958640?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7335587638658958640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7335587638658958640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7335587638658958640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7335587638658958640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/08/black-lily-photography.html' title='BLACK LILY PHOTOGRAPHY'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwY8dXYIuI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vrODHxDXHu4/s72-c/blacklily-header2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1946664084796704905</id><published>2010-08-30T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:19:42.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Hippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Bear Lake and this is my little Jack being a baby hippo. He sat there like that for like five minutes.  I could eat this little guy, SO CUTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwOzQC2xWI/AAAAAAAABTY/BFIAG3J9BSo/s1600/Jack+close+up+Rhino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwOzQC2xWI/AAAAAAAABTY/BFIAG3J9BSo/s320/Jack+close+up+Rhino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511296317637707106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwNUUXqnuI/AAAAAAAABTQ/AnZxjiioKvY/s1600/Jack+close+up+Rhino.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1946664084796704905?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1946664084796704905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1946664084796704905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1946664084796704905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1946664084796704905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-little-rhino.html' title='My Little Hippo'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/THwOzQC2xWI/AAAAAAAABTY/BFIAG3J9BSo/s72-c/Jack+close+up+Rhino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4709019922268801749</id><published>2010-08-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:10:38.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture Totes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pics aren't very good but I had to share.  I am in the Beehives now and I wanted to do something special for them.  So I am making all of them these Scripture totes.  I had them fill out a "getting to know you" paper and had them tell me their favorite colors and and favorite patterns.  These are two if the results.  I have 13 girls so it was too much work to make them all at once so I am only making a few a t a time.  The girls team teach once a month so I decided that every time a girl teaches their reward it a Scripture Tote.  This way they will be excited for  when it's their turn, well at least I hope so.   Also these are so EASY!!!!!  I'll give you the steps really quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1:  Pick out two diff fabrics and get 1/2 a yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2: Buy a place matt from the dollar store, try to find the thinest one you ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3: Cover the Place Matt with your fabric but sewing the the two fabrics together, wrong sides facing each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4: Only sew 3 sides together so you can slip the place matt inside, just like a pillow case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5: Once inside turn the raw ends in on the remaining side and sew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6:Fold the cover Place Matt so the wrongs side it out, sew just the two sides together, left and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7:Then turn it out so the right side is facing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8:Get your ribbon and cut two pieces that are about 12 inches each, or as long as you want the handles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9:Get your seam ripper and measure where you would like the handle to go then cut a small hole there, on both the right and left side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10:take safety pin and attach it to your ribbon and thread ribbon through the hole and tie a knot.  Do that on both sides then do that to the other side of the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11:  If you like the flowers on the bad then you cane make some however you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it sounds like a lot of work but it was really easy. Next time I'll take pics as I make it so it's easier to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGwQFMwcqeI/AAAAAAAABTI/Q35HKnbhKpo/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGwQFMwcqeI/AAAAAAAABTI/Q35HKnbhKpo/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506794125877094882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGwQE5cWeLI/AAAAAAAABTA/NgPdJhtGFrc/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGwQE5cWeLI/AAAAAAAABTA/NgPdJhtGFrc/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506794120692529330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have any questions let me know and I'll help as best I can:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4709019922268801749?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4709019922268801749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4709019922268801749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4709019922268801749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4709019922268801749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/08/scripture-totes.html' title='Scripture Totes!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGwQFMwcqeI/AAAAAAAABTI/Q35HKnbhKpo/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3151516325405298907</id><published>2010-08-12T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:02:36.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Projects!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRnafBGvvI/AAAAAAAABS4/mbvgUou-MC8/s1600/IMG_0184.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRnafBGvvI/AAAAAAAABS4/mbvgUou-MC8/s320/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504638349253983986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned these into......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRnHs6mAaI/AAAAAAAABSw/dApFIhFgK6U/s320/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504638026567254434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS:)!!!!!  I am finely organized, not all the way but I'm working on that "not to be found in ME" organization thing.  I think that this would work for personal progress:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRm0GbArOI/AAAAAAAABSg/E9giUPcblB8/s1600/IMG_0212.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRm0GbArOI/AAAAAAAABSg/E9giUPcblB8/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504637689816722658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are for Jacks toys so he can learn to CLEAN UP:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmzsAm0aI/AAAAAAAABSY/D2mec7tr0EM/s1600/IMG_0215.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmzsAm0aI/AAAAAAAABSY/D2mec7tr0EM/s320/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504637682726654370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London was always talking Jacks Blanket so I had to make her and Dane one.  London LOVES hers.  Dane really likes his too:)  I think they are possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmzKFNWHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/sIyvQ9g5rgY/s1600/IMG_0217.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmzKFNWHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/sIyvQ9g5rgY/s320/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504637673619150962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Winter is coming so I knew I needed to create activities so that Jack wouldn't make me kill him;)  A friend if mine did this so I though I would try it out.  I LOVE IT!!!!!  You know you love my stick people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmyl6kOFI/AAAAAAAABSI/fay6agbgdUc/s1600/IMG_0219.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmyl6kOFI/AAAAAAAABSI/fay6agbgdUc/s320/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504637663910836306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This may not seam like much to you but this pantry was DEATH!!!  I finely had enough yesterday and organized and labeled.  MaRea you should be so proud of me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmyP0zgyI/AAAAAAAABSA/hN5vsWUBuws/s1600/IMG_0201.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRmyP0zgyI/AAAAAAAABSA/hN5vsWUBuws/s320/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504637657981092642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND this was just too CUTE not to share.  All the parts are covered up so I thought you should all see how stinkin CUTE my babies are!!!!  Oh and just so you know this isn't something we do every day, just every other day;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;JACK MOMENT:  "Mom your not listening to my spirit, it says that I need Chicken Nuggets."  What do I say to that?:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3151516325405298907?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3151516325405298907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3151516325405298907' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3151516325405298907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3151516325405298907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/08/latest-projects.html' title='Latest Projects!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGRnafBGvvI/AAAAAAAABS4/mbvgUou-MC8/s72-c/IMG_0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-919380942815752691</id><published>2010-08-09T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:01:02.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wondering, how illegal is this?  I mean their all in car seats.......right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGCWLCz7GGI/AAAAAAAABR4/VMRKAMg-39M/s1600/l_2048_1536_CADF749E-F2B1-4EA5-A02C-67C63AD413E4.jpeg"&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGCWLCz7GGI/AAAAAAAABR4/VMRKAMg-39M/s320/l_2048_1536_CADF749E-F2B1-4EA5-A02C-67C63AD413E4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503563861124126818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Jamie and I went to Logan for the weekend, I must say it was all together to much fun!!!  The kids had a blast and so did we.  Can't wait to do it again!!!  There is nothing like a little time on the farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-919380942815752691?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/919380942815752691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=919380942815752691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/919380942815752691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/919380942815752691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TGCWLCz7GGI/AAAAAAAABR4/VMRKAMg-39M/s72-c/l_2048_1536_CADF749E-F2B1-4EA5-A02C-67C63AD413E4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5904703946097652305</id><published>2010-08-04T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:07:22.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack: "Mom when I was a big boy I used to ride a motorcycle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack: "When I was a big boy I would go to the movies with you mom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack: " When I was a big boy mommy I married you:)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently Jack has been reincarnated:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a few pics that I want to post and that's about it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma-Z6-FzI/AAAAAAAABRw/iZiQ3tDUkn0/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_6.jpeg"&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma-Z6-FzI/AAAAAAAABRw/iZiQ3tDUkn0/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501598816710563634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss london and that little tongue that she is so aware of:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma-Eh6TfI/AAAAAAAABRo/_c9h9Lpt9nY/s1600/IMG_0178.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma-Eh6TfI/AAAAAAAABRo/_c9h9Lpt9nY/s320/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501598810968313330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at the Dinosaur Museum before the movie started.  Very long movie that I think only BIG kids like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma94Or5ZI/AAAAAAAABRg/Q8wrkHP53-U/s1600/IMG_0188.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma94Or5ZI/AAAAAAAABRg/Q8wrkHP53-U/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501598807666451858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dane has wondered onto the neighbors porch.  This is the neighbor that I pulled his flowers out.  Notice the purple flowers, I put them there;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma9jyw8_I/AAAAAAAABRY/eKpXIB5sfbo/s1600/IMG_0187.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma9jyw8_I/AAAAAAAABRY/eKpXIB5sfbo/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501598802180633586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dane LOVES his daddy!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma9HomsiI/AAAAAAAABRQ/HupLUXjdxqM/s1600/IMG_0185.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma9HomsiI/AAAAAAAABRQ/HupLUXjdxqM/s320/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501598794621825570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riley Walked out onto the porch after work and this is Dane giving his very best LOVE to daddy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ4GXyjxI/AAAAAAAABRI/ac-vY3zjtCs/s1600/IMG_0183.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ4GXyjxI/AAAAAAAABRI/ac-vY3zjtCs/s320/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597608871890706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got all of these for.............FREE!!!  I have even more!!!  I am sworn to secrecy but I just have to say THANK YOU REA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ3jQP9mI/AAAAAAAABRA/7jD8CEVXCO4/s1600/IMG_0168.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ3jQP9mI/AAAAAAAABRA/7jD8CEVXCO4/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597599445022306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Dinosaur Museum, Jack is so CUTE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ3Mtry-I/AAAAAAAABQ4/bn3HNUeDPn8/s1600/IMG_0171.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ3Mtry-I/AAAAAAAABQ4/bn3HNUeDPn8/s320/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597593394465762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shark was scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ2w8hQmI/AAAAAAAABQw/8MK4kqiFPA8/s1600/IMG_0142.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ2w8hQmI/AAAAAAAABQw/8MK4kqiFPA8/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597585940496994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dane took everything out of the basket then inserted himself.  Very CUTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ2W-VudI/AAAAAAAABQo/F43nFWkfvn8/s1600/IMG_0181.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFmZ2W-VudI/AAAAAAAABQo/F43nFWkfvn8/s320/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597578968807890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is after the Dinosaur Museum.  This is my new BFF Jamie!!!!  That's her at the end.  It's so nice to hang out with her, she is so laid back!!!  I think she is like one of the best moms I have ever met and she has patience that I hope to maybe get a tiny bit of myself.  This ice cream shop is right next to the museum and all kids under 4 get a free ice cream cone and over 4 years old its a quarter and it's yummy.  PERFECT!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-5904703946097652305?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5904703946097652305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5904703946097652305' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5904703946097652305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5904703946097652305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TFma-Z6-FzI/AAAAAAAABRw/iZiQ3tDUkn0/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx_6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4164067219839041236</id><published>2010-07-16T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:09:19.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Has Lindsey Written ALL Over It!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok so we all know I'm a little special, I just came this way:). Here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;is my SPECIAL story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last week our bishop encouraged us to do secret service for someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me being the practically perfect person in every way obeyed and set out to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;do that special secret service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I found my lucky person within a few days and boy was he lucky to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;me pick him:). It was my very nice neighbor Todd. Todd is my single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;neighbor that works a lot that obviously needed a hand. His flower bed was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;infested in weeds, I knew that if he had the time he would have weeded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;but from my observation I could tell that his schedule did not allow for such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;One evening last week Jack and I went to town on his flower beds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;there were a TON of weeds. Finely we finished and I went inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;feeling full of pride for doing my good deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well last night all the scouts and scout leaders were at Todd’s house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;passing of some badges. We were outside playing in the park enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;the cool evening. I then hear Todd talking about his flower beds, at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;the sound of this I get giddy and fill with delightful pride. Then I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;hear MORE, this "more" was not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Todd says "Ya, some nice person pulled out all my flowers.". At the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;sound of this I WANTED TO DIE!!!!!!!! I was about to just turn and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;inside but me being Lindsey K Thatcher Smith I could not walk away without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;fessing up. I confess my SPECIALNESS and everyone laughed and laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;and laughed. At this point Riley comes out, discovers what was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;going on and says, "That has Lindsey written all over it, your so cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I came to find out that my nice neighbor had planted his wild &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;flower seeds in March and thought that they just weren't going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;grow. When they finely bloomed about two weeks ago, Todd was pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little did Todd know that his practical perfect in every way neighbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;was about to toss them out with the trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I must give credit to Todd, he was so nice and even joked about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;saying, "That's what I get for trying to be domestic." He's right there, nobody pants wild flower seeds in their tiny flower bed, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I leaned my lesson, no more special secret service projects in the near future for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are a few pics from the summer, these are for my Kar Kar in lonely for you in Layton;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#343434;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#343434;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#343434;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494560958804420514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was on our way to Jackson Hole Lake!!!  We stopped to let the kids have a break in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaEr1Od1I/AAAAAAAABPw/OBRD7sYBKac/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaEr1Od1I/AAAAAAAABPw/OBRD7sYBKac/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494560950668130130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Sea Life Aquarium and Jack loved it.  We went with my new friend Jamie!!!  We all LOVE Jamie and her 3 girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaERxWOqI/AAAAAAAABPo/-XnpNlL-YnA/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_5.jpeg"&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaERxWOqI/AAAAAAAABPo/-XnpNlL-YnA/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494560943672539810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at my new BFFs house.  Her daughter had a b-day party and we went.  Dane and London LOVED the swimming pool filled with balls.  They literally played in there the whole time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaDjCovvI/AAAAAAAABPg/EQhLzrtrkPc/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg"&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaDjCovvI/AAAAAAAABPg/EQhLzrtrkPc/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494560931128590066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a morning ritual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaDZYc4xI/AAAAAAAABPY/QDxdO2LpH6Q/s1600/IMG_0061.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaDZYc4xI/AAAAAAAABPY/QDxdO2LpH6Q/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494560928535733010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They both love to have their blankets with them while they cuddle.  Dane is always to busy playing in the puddles created by the sprinklers:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#343434;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4164067219839041236?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4164067219839041236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4164067219839041236' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4164067219839041236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4164067219839041236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-has-lindsey-written-all-over-it_16.html' title='That Has Lindsey Written ALL Over It!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TECaFKJEZ6I/AAAAAAAABP4/z826owe0vCk/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3170822623105230054</id><published>2010-06-29T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:58:34.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash Pool and Stinky Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TCoWzgJYJpI/AAAAAAAABPQ/he71Q2_00UA/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TCoWzgJYJpI/AAAAAAAABPQ/he71Q2_00UA/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224169962776210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here at the Smith home we have no fear of embracing the White Trash side.  In fact I kinda relish in it, it's one of those things that just feel so good every once in a while.  Well today was one of those wonderful, glorious, white trash inspired days.  We have a little sand box that we built on the side of our house and well we turned it into a pool today.  The kids were still in there cloths and when the sand box accidentally filled up with water I couldn't think of a more fun thing than getting dirty and embracing that wonderful white trash in me.  So here are the kidos in their new found pool, they LOVED IT!!!! And so did I!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other morning Jack climbed into bed with me.  I started talking to him and he started dry heaving, like he was really going to throw up.  I told him to go to the bathroom if he was going to puke and he said, "It's...............just..................that your............breath," gasp, cough, dry heave, "it's..............so................STINKY!!!"  I'm so glad that I have my little monster to tell me the cold, hard, stinky facts.  Thanks Jack!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3170822623105230054?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3170822623105230054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3170822623105230054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3170822623105230054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3170822623105230054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/06/white-trash-pool-and-stinky-breath.html' title='White Trash Pool and Stinky Breath'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/TCoWzgJYJpI/AAAAAAAABPQ/he71Q2_00UA/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3894289833520329853</id><published>2010-05-13T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:17:35.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Clever Little Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S-w0IGtozsI/AAAAAAAABNo/U3setwpUvEY/s1600/CIMG3507.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S-w0IGtozsI/AAAAAAAABNo/U3setwpUvEY/s320/CIMG3507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470804961193938626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are days that Jack doesn't want to eat his breakfast but then wants to eat all day so I being the mean mom that I am have made a rule that when he doesn't eat breakfast he can't eat till lunch time.  Well today was one of those days.  This is where my clever little man shows up.  I come into the kitchen at around 10 and Jack says "Mom look at this clock,"  this would be the clock on the wall that doesn't have a face plate so you can move the dials with your fingers.  So I look at the clock and it says 11:55.  as I'm trying to to figure out what time it really is Jack continues to explain his interest in the clock.  "it's now time for me to eat lunch, you see this clock mom?"  I couldn't help laugh at his cute self, I mean how devious could he be?;)  He got p on the chair and changed those hands himself.  I thought he was so cute and clever that I kinda wanted to give him some food but instead he went to time out for trying to manipulate the situation.   So even though he got into trouble I really was kinda proud of him for using his head.  What a mutt he is, oh I just LOVE this mutt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3894289833520329853?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3894289833520329853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3894289833520329853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3894289833520329853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3894289833520329853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-clever-little-jack.html' title='My Clever Little Jack'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S-w0IGtozsI/AAAAAAAABNo/U3setwpUvEY/s72-c/CIMG3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7569043143913596796</id><published>2010-05-10T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:46:30.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatertots and Jello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogpost.com/"&gt;Teensy Tents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is being featured on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tatertotsandjello.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tatertots and Jello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so go check it out and leave a comment, maybe you will be the winner:)  I'm giving lots of fun stuff away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7569043143913596796?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7569043143913596796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7569043143913596796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7569043143913596796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7569043143913596796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/05/tatortots-and-jello.html' title='Tatertots and Jello'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-173720805270603009</id><published>2010-05-02T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:41:13.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Touchy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day we were driving in the car on our way home from church and Jack was telling us how Primary was.  This is what our conversation was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jack: "Mom, Dad, I made some new friends, they are girls and they are my girlfriends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me:  "Oh really?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He said this next line like he was just he was telling me his favorite color, it was just matter of fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jack: " Ya, tI old them they can't touch my penis." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that was it.  Riley and I couldn't stop laughing.  I wish I could have been there and seen the look on the teachers face, I can only imagine what she must have been thinking.   Can you tell that we have been teaching him about good and bad touch?  So if you are ever told that you may not touch, just consider yourself warned, lol:)  I JUST LOVE THAT JACK!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-173720805270603009?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/173720805270603009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=173720805270603009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/173720805270603009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/173720805270603009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-touchy.html' title='No Touchy!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-4610473057506803668</id><published>2010-04-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:16:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Good Idea!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S9jrtfL-uzI/AAAAAAAABHo/xyTeI5P-X78/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S9jrtfL-uzI/AAAAAAAABHo/xyTeI5P-X78/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465377314512485170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the incident,  it's a good thing they are so dang CUTE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaRea and I were at Gateway on Monday and Jack and Kaden were playing in the fountain in their swim trunks.  They were running around and then they suddenly disappeared.  I was looking everywhere till my eyes rested upon two little boys just standing next to the grass.  This grass of course is fenced off, it obviously was not to be messed with.   Next thing I know I see two little streams of pee flying ever so gracefully through the air.  I then realized they were peeing on the "not to be harmed" grass.  I turn to MaRea and tell her what is going on and she says, "At least they chose the grass!"  I laughed, she was right:)  I went over to them and the deed was said and done.  It was just a little embarrassing,lol;)   Next time .......................well lets just hope there isn't a next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4610473057506803668?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4610473057506803668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4610473057506803668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4610473057506803668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4610473057506803668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-good-idea.html' title='Not a Good Idea!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S9jrtfL-uzI/AAAAAAAABHo/xyTeI5P-X78/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7466712906756691345</id><published>2010-04-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:45:58.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day London &amp; Dane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83oFRovpoI/AAAAAAAABF4/vEr3_Hp5wCo/s1600/prego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83oFRovpoI/AAAAAAAABF4/vEr3_Hp5wCo/s320/prego.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462277100401567362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From this to them!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today London and Dane tern ONE!!!! As I looked back at their baby pics I got so anxious, I just kept thinking, "Please bless that doesn't happen again!" BUT it was well worth it. Happy Birth Day my little babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83d-BL9kfI/AAAAAAAABFo/1SVZcF_3jdk/s320/CIMG1563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462265980610515442" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83d-daTYmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VY1ejGpN_cg/s1600/twins8daneweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83d-daTYmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VY1ejGpN_cg/s320/twins8daneweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462265988186858082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANE:  This little boy is so SWEET!!  He scooted forever but has finely started crawling now.  This little boy loves his daddy so much, when Riley walks in the door he started to cry because he wants Riley to pick him up so bad.  He loves his sister and older brother, he watches for Jack in the morning.  HIs belly button has totally fixed itself, his fishhook will need to be operated on next year, and his hemangioma never got bigger and it's barley visible. We couldn't imagine life without him:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83czli8cTI/AAAAAAAABFY/vvGcr1-pyDE/s320/CIMG1570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462264701880398130" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83c0PCZyaI/AAAAAAAABFg/CazzKugUsiU/s1600/twins6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83c0PCZyaI/AAAAAAAABFg/CazzKugUsiU/s320/twins6web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462264713018198434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONDON:  This little thing already has an attitude.  She will SCREAM when she wants something or if Dane gets to close.  She also gets very excited when she sees Dane but he just can't get too close, so funny.  London is attached to her mommy but adores her daddy.  She is a very smiley little girl and she snuggles up every time you pick her up then wiggles herself left and right, so cute.  London is a talker, she has so much to say in so little time:)  We love this little mutt so much, don't know what we would do without her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Party pics to come:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7466712906756691345?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7466712906756691345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7466712906756691345' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7466712906756691345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7466712906756691345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-b-day-london-dane.html' title='Happy B-Day London &amp; Dane'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S83oFRovpoI/AAAAAAAABF4/vEr3_Hp5wCo/s72-c/prego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3023301154554724522</id><published>2010-04-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:39:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drove to California this last week and stayed with my brothers there. Jack got to play with his cousins and we got to enjoy the warm weather. The drive there was surprisingly fabulous, the babies were so good ad Jack was content watching movies. The trick for us is to always drive at night so that the kids sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yRPdh_NwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/TFInwSCREbE/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yRPdh_NwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/TFInwSCREbE/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_15.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461900142904817410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken about 11:30 at night in the car on the drive there.  London was doing one of her blood curdling screams and the look on both of their faces explains how we all felt.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yROwofIJI/AAAAAAAABFI/qn7mOUNlb3Y/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yROwofIJI/AAAAAAAABFI/qn7mOUNlb3Y/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_13.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461900130852479122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the beach, like 2 min after the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yROEXWcUI/AAAAAAAABFA/Ty8jLvpaDWc/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yROEXWcUI/AAAAAAAABFA/Ty8jLvpaDWc/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_12.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461900118969446722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack was out in like 3 min, the sun takes a lot out of ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yRN1NbkBI/AAAAAAAABE4/VfZOeLl2o0o/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yRN1NbkBI/AAAAAAAABE4/VfZOeLl2o0o/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461900114901307410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at Mark and Shars house, they are so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQ0j6yXUI/AAAAAAAABEw/TXhhJ4KP7HM/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQ0j6yXUI/AAAAAAAABEw/TXhhJ4KP7HM/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_14.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899680762977602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQ0ReBjDI/AAAAAAAABEo/Jo3_RCII66k/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQ0ReBjDI/AAAAAAAABEo/Jo3_RCII66k/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_8.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899675810499634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drove to Newport Beach and the kids LOVED it!  Almost as much as Riley:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQzz8KUpI/AAAAAAAABEg/P-QZEp6Xbdg/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQzz8KUpI/AAAAAAAABEg/P-QZEp6Xbdg/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899667883840146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So happy to be outside in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQzUN6LTI/AAAAAAAABEY/d-kddVxR1nk/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQzUN6LTI/AAAAAAAABEY/d-kddVxR1nk/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899659368344882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQzKvm8aI/AAAAAAAABEQ/CubM5-TclGI/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQzKvm8aI/AAAAAAAABEQ/CubM5-TclGI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899656825336226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQbRgPAJI/AAAAAAAABEI/jnygzCVSRPg/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQbRgPAJI/AAAAAAAABEI/jnygzCVSRPg/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_11.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899246323040402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the things you can do when your stuck in LA traffic for 4 hours, you can even make bottles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQbGH1OEI/AAAAAAAABEA/TZnUqnHLJ9w/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQbGH1OEI/AAAAAAAABEA/TZnUqnHLJ9w/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899243267897410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQapDEmAI/AAAAAAAABD4/zfSAMGG1-Y4/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQapDEmAI/AAAAAAAABD4/zfSAMGG1-Y4/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899235463305218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack had SO MUCH fun with his cousins Logan and Clair.  At this point they were playing "Tea Party" and singing about it at the same time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to tell you about a conversation that Jack and Clair had.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack: "Clair do you have a sword?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clair: "Princesses don't have swords, they wear dresses and dance with the princes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was Jack thinking, that's just common knowledge;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQaAVUr0I/AAAAAAAABDw/VXIb37P2VeM/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQaAVUr0I/AAAAAAAABDw/VXIb37P2VeM/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899224534003522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Stew the dog, Dane LOVED Stew.  He would catch a glimpse of him and giggle and head off towards him.  Stew on the other had was not a fan of Dane, lol.  Poor, Poor Stew:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQZhrZdtI/AAAAAAAABDo/x4Resxzq7Qs/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yQZhrZdtI/AAAAAAAABDo/x4Resxzq7Qs/s320/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899216305092306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes this is me on a golf cart at Rite Aid:)  It was a moment for me and I had to capture it.  Mark and Shari live right by one and they drive there all the time on their golf cart.  So funny and so much fun!!!  Thanks Mark and Shar, you guys are awesome and we LOVE you so much!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3023301154554724522?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3023301154554724522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3023301154554724522' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3023301154554724522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3023301154554724522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/04/california-trip.html' title='California Trip'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S8yRPdh_NwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/TFInwSCREbE/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx_15.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7996178095962315481</id><published>2010-04-05T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:27:33.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A year ago today this is what I was doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXlyvhelI/AAAAAAAABDg/jzYZ5fYMKmI/s1600/CIMG1478.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXlyvhelI/AAAAAAAABDg/jzYZ5fYMKmI/s320/CIMG1478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456840574044830290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I look at this picture so many emotions come back to me.  When I read this old post I cried and cried.  I was so scared for my little ones and I felt so isolated in that hospital.  I would get on line every day and do research to see what problems the babies would have if they were born that day, talk about stressing yourself out.  My family was in Hawaii so I got very few visitors (BUT loved the ones I got:)and if you know me I'm quite a social butterfly.  I remember one night when I was on the monitors again to make sure the babies were ok I couldn't stop crying, the nurses were so worried about me they kept asking me if I needed a therapist.  WOW, those were some interesting days but also some of my most wonderful memories.  I wouldn't take one day back.   Riley was my ROCK through it all,  and London and Dane were worth every shitty second;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Last Easter we had an Easter Egg hunt in the hospital, it was definitely something different;)  Poor little Jack:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I was doing this Easter, having MaRea take pics of the kids.  I'm SO HAPPY that I'm not in that hospital bed!!!!!!!!!!  BUT look what I got out of it, SO CUTE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXlbtC1OI/AAAAAAAABDY/aH4OQnqyeZ4/s1600/twins1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXlbtC1OI/AAAAAAAABDY/aH4OQnqyeZ4/s320/twins1web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456840567860417762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXk-DKSqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/cUc6QK9Zm-0/s1600/twins8daneweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXk-DKSqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/cUc6QK9Zm-0/s320/twins8daneweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456840559900117666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXkcqiM9I/AAAAAAAABDI/KPMrHjlpjxs/s1600/twinfamily3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXkcqiM9I/AAAAAAAABDI/KPMrHjlpjxs/s320/twinfamily3web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456840550938457042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXj6OAOoI/AAAAAAAABDA/6szhQZPrVFA/s1600/twins6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXj6OAOoI/AAAAAAAABDA/6szhQZPrVFA/s320/twins6web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456840541691984514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so grateful for my little dears, they fill me with so much pride and joy.  Thanks for choosing us little ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7996178095962315481?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7996178095962315481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7996178095962315481' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7996178095962315481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7996178095962315481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-ago-today.html' title='A Year Ago Today'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S7qXlyvhelI/AAAAAAAABDg/jzYZ5fYMKmI/s72-c/CIMG1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6372151689171749851</id><published>2010-03-28T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:04:05.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Split</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My 1st year of college I gained a "bit" of weight. MaRea will tell you that when she was sent pics of me on her mission she said allowed, "What the heck happened to her, wow she's FAT." It's ok you can laugh;) I'm ok with that because it was true. I gained more than the freshman 15, it was more like the freshman 20:) Well Because I became a fat little piggy I had a few pair of pants that didn't quite agree with the drastic changes. I split one pair when I was playing volleyball with a BIG group of friends, another pair when I fell down a flight of stairs, and one more pair.......well we won't really need to talk about that one, a bit too embarrassing:) Let's just say I know all about splitting a pair of pants, I'm almost comfortable with it...........but not quite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when I peed my pants when we were at Riley's families house (go read, "Did I Just Pee My Pant's" post), well this was almost as good as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 1st mistake I made that day was choosing to wear a pair of shorts that I OBVIOUSLY couldn't quite fit into yet. Then came the second mistake. We were all in the kitchen when I started to get the twins ready for a nap. I went over to pick Dane up and that's when "The Split" happened. I stood up and turned around and announced my tragedy, "I think I just split my pants (just to be clear, I didn't think I KNEW)..............I just split my pants." Riley's dad quickly turned his head in embarrassment, Klair and Karlie started laughing their heads off, and Dane was totally oblivious to what had just happened. Klair made her way over to asses the damage, this only induced more laughter.  I guess that I should just count myself lucky that I wasn't wearing my regular Saturday Thong, thank heavens:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Terri led me upstair to loan me a pair of her britches. I must say I was HOTTTT in those britches, everyone was so jealous of me. Let's just say I looked a little like MC HAMMER. I would have worn those britches all night (so comfy) but it was a good excuse to get out of the house and go shopping, and YES I wore my MC Hammer pants, Terri insisted. At Target I got a few stares but it just added to the fabulousness of the experience:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6-U8BZe5BI/AAAAAAAABBo/dZ2TZ8RxyYA/s1600/mc-hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6-U8BZe5BI/AAAAAAAABBo/dZ2TZ8RxyYA/s320/mc-hammer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453741432657339410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So if you ever split your britches because you've gotten fat or because you haven't gotten skinny enough just remember that it could be worse, you could look like that guy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6372151689171749851?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6372151689171749851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6372151689171749851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6372151689171749851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6372151689171749851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/03/split.html' title='The Split'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6-U8BZe5BI/AAAAAAAABBo/dZ2TZ8RxyYA/s72-c/mc-hammer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5476682297604096750</id><published>2010-03-26T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:07:06.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Husband Store&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions&lt;br /&gt;at the entrance:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You may visit this store &lt;b&gt;ONLY ONCE!&lt;/b&gt; There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you &lt;b&gt;CANNOT&lt;/b&gt; go back down except to exit the building!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;The 1st floor sign reads: &lt;b&gt;Floor 1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;These men have jobs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;The 2nd floor sign reads: &lt;b&gt;Floor 2&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;The 3rd floor sign reads: &lt;b&gt;Floor 3&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;She goes to the 4th floor and The sign reads: &lt;b&gt;Floor 4&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help with Housework.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the 5th floor and The sign reads: &lt;b&gt;Floor 5&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, help with Housework and Have A Strong Romantic Streak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floor 6&lt;/b&gt; - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on&lt;br /&gt;this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible&lt;br /&gt;to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opens a New Wives store&lt;br /&gt;just across the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;The 1st floor has wives who love sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;The 2nd floor has wives who love sex and have money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;The 3rd through 6th floors have never been visited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 215, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think Us as wives expect a little too much:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-5476682297604096750?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5476682297604096750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5476682297604096750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5476682297604096750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5476682297604096750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/03/husband-store.html' title='The Husband Store'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1684324261291055840</id><published>2010-03-23T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:08:55.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacks 1st Ski Trip/Twins Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack got on his 1st pair of skis last weekend and it was so CUTE!! Riley was such a proud daddy. Riley took Jack around his old stomping ground and showed him pictures that Beaver has of Riley doing tricks. Can't wait to take him next year and do it again!! Jack loved it and now talks about skiing all the time. Just a chip off the old block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK5plXp7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/0SrPHMG8QbI/s1600-h/CIMG3665.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK5plXp7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/0SrPHMG8QbI/s320/CIMG3665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452041546928465842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice that they are both wearing RED pants:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK5KVX6KI/AAAAAAAABAI/FhxRzKAMJm0/s1600-h/CIMG3700.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK5KVX6KI/AAAAAAAABAI/FhxRzKAMJm0/s320/CIMG3700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452041538539874466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaden was such a GOOD skier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK4hfEVeI/AAAAAAAABAA/9Nzv_YYNbo4/s1600-h/CIMG3701.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK4hfEVeI/AAAAAAAABAA/9Nzv_YYNbo4/s320/CIMG3701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452041527574681058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK4O4TCpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hlsdX_o33rs/s1600-h/CIMG3697.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK4O4TCpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hlsdX_o33rs/s320/CIMG3697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452041522580228754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London and Dane are getting so big.  They turn ONE next month.  They are both crawling and pulling themselves up on everything.  They are moving up the stairs, not safely but still attempting. Dane has 4 teeth, two on bottom and two on top (Center and one to the right of the center tooth, funny).  London only has her bottom two still.  When it comes time to eat they see me coming and start racing towards me, London usually wins;)   Dane is a laid back little guy, he just roams around the house exploring every nook and cranny.  London likes to be held and snuggled but will also roam if she's in the mood.  Dane will smile at anything that moves, ANYTHING:)  London has got a good little stink eye but she also has a very sweet little smile with YUMMY dimples.  I just love these two little people, they are so different but also VERY good little babies.  Jack is the best big brother.  I will catch him putting both hands on their cheeks and saying, "Your just so cute!" I wonder where he learned that, lol:)  I just love these little mutts and I LOVE this little family of mine.  Some days I want to pull my hair out but for the most part I couldn't be happier:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK3SDtJqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/N3nfTF6ieH0/s1600-h/CIMG3605.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK3SDtJqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/N3nfTF6ieH0/s320/CIMG3605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452041506253514402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love to get these two in the tub together, they always make me laugh.  They crawl all over each other without any regard for the other.  They both LOVE the water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKOqM44AI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LSAKCiJmjGc/s1600-h/CIMG3600.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKOqM44AI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LSAKCiJmjGc/s320/CIMG3600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452040808359845890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my most FAVORITE picture ever!  This picture is worth a million words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKOXsMRiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FFENS-EI5Ag/s1600-h/CIMG3576.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKOXsMRiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FFENS-EI5Ag/s320/CIMG3576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452040803390866978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss London right before bed waiting for daddy to finish making her bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKOA45q0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/MLwGpaUl2Ck/s1600-h/CIMG3557.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKOA45q0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/MLwGpaUl2Ck/s320/CIMG3557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452040797270158146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the fort that Daddy and JAck built together.  Jack wanted to make sure that everyone got inside together.  This was the best that we could do:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKNk1qGXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/HjPjTosWd9g/s1600-h/CIMG3539.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mKNk1qGXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/HjPjTosWd9g/s320/CIMG3539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452040789740362098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I do the dishes this is what I get to see, what a spectacular view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mIjyySPKI/AAAAAAAAA_A/T2uMtfXYNHY/s1600-h/CIMG3665.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1684324261291055840?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1684324261291055840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1684324261291055840' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1684324261291055840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1684324261291055840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/03/jacks-1st-ski-triptwins-update.html' title='Jacks 1st Ski Trip/Twins Update'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6mK5plXp7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/0SrPHMG8QbI/s72-c/CIMG3665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-3055322424474001010</id><published>2010-03-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:44:31.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When I'm a man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight on our way home from Logan we stopped at Mike and Terri's house.  Jack wasn't feeling good so grandma was holding and snuggling him.  Riley was sitting next to them and caught this SWEET thing he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack: "Ya and when I'm a man I will hold you grandma.  But you won't be a baby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this point Grandma Terri had tears in her eyes and I was on my way as well.  It was very, very sweet.  I love that Jack LOVES his grandma and Grandpa so much. I know that they would do just about anything for that little guy and one day I think he may just hold Grandma Terri because I think he would do just about anything for her.  I think their relationship will be one that he will always treasure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-3055322424474001010?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3055322424474001010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=3055322424474001010' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3055322424474001010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/3055322424474001010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-im-man.html' title='&quot;When I&apos;m a man&quot;'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4483849551339665860</id><published>2010-03-18T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:18:20.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT ONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6Jt9YebuXI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uXutQa4YA3o/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6Jt9YebuXI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uXutQa4YA3o/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450039400381266290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine asked if I would help her out and watch a Rainbow Vacuum Presentation for her and of course I said I would.  Before she came I made it very clear that I was just helping her out and I didn't want ANY vacuum.  I just got a new Dyson and was pretty happy with it.  So she came over and gave the presentation and guess what, I WANT ONE!!!!!  I am quite POSITIVE that it is the best vacuum that there is out there.  I'm very cheep and so it Riley BUT we can still get one if we can schedule just 10 appointments.  I know this sounds SO HOKEY but I promise that after 5 years of doing door to door sales myself I know that this is  a GOOD THING.  So here is me asking you a FAVORE, would any of you be willing to listen to the presentation?  PLEASE!!!!!  I personally HATE it when people ask me to do these kind of things so I know how annoying this is but this one was kinda fun, it's different.  I really enjoyed the short presentation and I think you would to.  I know there has to be at least ten of you out there that would be willing to listen;)   THANKS YOU GUYS!!!!!  This guy goes all the way out to Logan too so that's not a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4483849551339665860?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4483849551339665860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4483849551339665860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4483849551339665860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4483849551339665860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-one.html' title='I WANT ONE!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S6Jt9YebuXI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uXutQa4YA3o/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1388393178619915728</id><published>2010-03-05T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:23:52.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had an experience that I want to remember.  It's one that I have learned a lot from and maybe some of you can learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Costco eating some lunch with my kids.  We were in line buying our food when a lady and her son came and stood in the line next to ours.  I looked at her and then her son and then quickly looked away.  When I looked at her son I saw that he had massive growths on his head, one on each side.  They were so big that he had a hard time keeping his head held up. I was standing there totally frozen, not making eye contact and wishing that I wasn't in line at that moment.  This situation surprised me because I am usually good at just being myself and showing the genuine love that I have for people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabed my food and went and sat down.  As I sat there I felt an amount  of guilt that I have never really felt before.  Here I had 2 perfectly healthy babies and hers had health issues that I can only imagine were incredily overwhelming.  As I sat there things only got worst.  People would stop at our table and say how beautiful the twins were but would pass her and not say a word.  I know that they were just reacting the same as I had but I was wishing that someone could be bigger and better than I and go out of their comfort zone.   I was feeling so much pain for her, I wan't them to all stop talking to me and go talk to her and tell her how beautiful her little boy was but nobody did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 very sweet old men  came up to us and started asking the usual questions; were they twins, how old were they, what their names were.  I knew they were only being nice  but I wanted them to just go away.  Then this old man, (he was like 85 years old)  pulled out his wallet and I was thinking "this is weird, maybe he is going to give Jack a dollar and tell him to save his money or something."  The next thing I know he pulls out a twenty and hands it to Jack and says "Can you give to your mom and tell her thank you for being such a nice women and a good mom?"  At this point I was crying, for a few reasons. 1st because that was so incredibly sweet but mostly because I was feeling so guilty.  I wanted to turn around and hand it over to this mom and tell her that everything that man had said was really meant for her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man left and then the mom left as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove home I thought of all the things that I could have said or done. I could have just treated her like a fellow mother, I could have just SMILED.  But I did nothing, I was the handicapped one.  I cried, I cried because I was ashamed of myself, I cried because I felt guilt that my babies were so health, and I cried because I was GLAD that my babies were healthy.  I prayed that Heavenly Father would forgive me for my weaknesses and that he would bless that sweet mother with patience for all the handicapped people like myself that there were out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God gives each of us our trials because that's what we need.  I know that God must really love and trust that mother to have given her such a PERFECT soul.  This knowledge is what helped me realize that no matter what I do Heavenly Father loves his children more than any of us could and he would make up for where I am completely lacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to feel guilty for very long so I'm over it.  I figure that the best thing  I can do is learn from my mistakes and and do better next time.  I'm grateful for this experience and maybe some of you can learn from it as well:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1388393178619915728?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1388393178619915728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1388393178619915728' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1388393178619915728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1388393178619915728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-experience.html' title='My Experience'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-8365401519380543821</id><published>2010-03-02T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:34:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Old Man</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I surprised Riley at his work.  We took the little mutts around his office and showed them of, it was so cute.  I sure do Love Treasure Dental and everyone that works there!  Anyhoo we went to lunch at Burger King, (what is with Burger King and guys, I swear only men were there.)  We were about done and the cutest, sweetest, little old man came up to us and said, "I usually don't speak up but I have been watching you guys this whole time and you have such a beautiful family.  I can tell that your just good.  Take good care of your family."  We said thank you, he smiled and hobbled of to his car.   The first thing I thought was, "He obviously doesn't see us when I am totally loosing it."   But that sweet old man really made my day.  There are  so many times when I second guess myself as a mother but I NEVER second guess our family.  As a whole I feel like I couldn't be more blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home thanking Heavenly Father for my family and for giving me each and ever soul.  Riley is my rock and strength, he couldn't be more perfect for me and who I am.  There is no question that God knows each and every one of us and what we need.  I truly believe that good choices leads you to greatness and I think I found that in Riley and my sweet little ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you little old man for making my day and saying something so nice and wonderful.  I will do a better job at saying the things that I am thinking and making others days, saying positive good things never hurt anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-8365401519380543821?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8365401519380543821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=8365401519380543821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8365401519380543821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/8365401519380543821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-old-man.html' title='Little Old Man'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4209399424793816857</id><published>2010-02-25T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:12:15.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JK</title><content type='html'>All day I have been working on going private and when i'm in the middle of it I find out that you can only have 100 readers and I have more than that who would like to follow.  So I guess I'm not going private.  If any of you know if I'm just doing it wrong please let me know, I can be a special spirit when it comes to computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4209399424793816857?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4209399424793816857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4209399424793816857' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4209399424793816857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4209399424793816857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/jk.html' title='JK'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-113347186784136759</id><published>2010-02-21T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:27:51.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing "SUPER ME CAPES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S4H5hebTMgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/fFRutl1tAWE/s1600-h/CIMG3363.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S4H5hebTMgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/fFRutl1tAWE/s320/CIMG3363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440904178338836994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goggles not included;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made Jack this "Super Me Cape" and he LOVED it.  I thought that his cousins that were around his same age would also love them so I made each of them one for Christmas.  My little nieces love it just as much as the little boys have:) Jack LOVES his so much that he wears it to the library, grocery store, Costco, just about everywhere.  Everywhere we go people ask me where I got it.  I have decided to sell this QUICK and EASY pattern to the "Super Me Cape." Because you are all my friends I was hoping that I could get some &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;FEEDBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from you.  Is this something that you would make yourself or would you rather just buy it already made?  Let me know what you think, THANKS")!!!!!  &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/8516641233758215216-113347186784136759?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/113347186784136759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=113347186784136759' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/113347186784136759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/113347186784136759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/introducing-super-me-capes.html' title='Introducing &quot;SUPER ME CAPES&quot;'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S4H5hebTMgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/fFRutl1tAWE/s72-c/CIMG3363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-2299994078454728775</id><published>2010-02-20T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:44:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inviting Myself!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you all know I am going private and I am going to do it on Monday.  BUT I was thinking that it's only fair that everyone that I invite to my blog needs to invite me to theirs, don't ya think? So theres me inviting myself:)  Thanks!!  My email is lindsey_thatcher@hotmail.com:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-2299994078454728775?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2299994078454728775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=2299994078454728775' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2299994078454728775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/2299994078454728775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/inviting-myself.html' title='Inviting Myself!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-935382920293981287</id><published>2010-02-14T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:51:37.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Little Girls Leg Warmers (not leggings;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leg warmers are cute on more than just babies too.  Here are a few examples of them on bigger girls:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3sE1x89G3I/AAAAAAAAA9w/_xivnPnLzbA/s1600-h/Sewing+and+Crafts+096+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3sE1x89G3I/AAAAAAAAA9w/_xivnPnLzbA/s320/Sewing+and+Crafts+096+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438946296968584050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3sE1oFio7I/AAAAAAAAA9o/8LLM3kVNyu0/s1600-h/Sewing+and+Crafts+024+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3sE1oFio7I/AAAAAAAAA9o/8LLM3kVNyu0/s320/Sewing+and+Crafts+024+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438946294320243634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have people ask me all the time where I got London's Leg Warmers and when I say that I made them they give me the, "I'm never going to do that" look. BUT they are so EASY to make so I thought that maybe you would like to know how. So here is a Tutorial for ya:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: Buy Long Socks. I have found that Target has the best ones, they sell 3 pair for  $6.00:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3inTh0f6qI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gIs_3kPASIw/s1600-h/CIMG3432.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3inTh0f6qI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gIs_3kPASIw/s320/CIMG3432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280503987792546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2:  Cut the foot off, then cut between the heel and toe of the foot and keep the MIDDLE PORTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3inTCZuWmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/JcjD3NvyMNQ/s1600-h/CIMG3434.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3inTCZuWmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/JcjD3NvyMNQ/s320/CIMG3434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280495553993314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Take the middle portion and make a cuff by folding it in half so the right side is showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3inS2Gjq4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/GMHzx0XZ2W8/s1600-h/CIMG3436.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3inS2Gjq4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/GMHzx0XZ2W8/s320/CIMG3436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280492252375938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im9ohutpI/AAAAAAAAA9I/1p_g0qEAZvM/s1600-h/CIMG3439.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;4:  Slip the cuff onto the bottom of sock so the raw edges all line up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im9ohutpI/AAAAAAAAA9I/1p_g0qEAZvM/s320/CIMG3439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280127830996626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5:  All the raw edges should line up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im9XdLcDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4mzC3_KNfE8/s1600-h/CIMG3441.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im9XdLcDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4mzC3_KNfE8/s320/CIMG3441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280123248504882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6.  Do this to both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im8w_SvXI/AAAAAAAAA84/N10jnUK97wk/s1600-h/CIMG3443.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im8w_SvXI/AAAAAAAAA84/N10jnUK97wk/s320/CIMG3443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280112922606962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7.  Sew cuff and sock together, you will be able to go all the way around the sock.  If you get stuck then take the sock of the sewing machine and readjust then finish the last few inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im8m-WpuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/jxj-1fYz8yE/s1600-h/CIMG3446.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im8m-WpuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/jxj-1fYz8yE/s320/CIMG3446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280110234314466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is your finished product:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im8E4L1PI/AAAAAAAAA8o/N7UVujAmhqU/s1600-h/CIMG3448.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3im8E4L1PI/AAAAAAAAA8o/N7UVujAmhqU/s320/CIMG3448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438280101081634034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have London wearing them because I gave these away but here is a pic of a different pair that I made for her pictures.  Once your little one gets bigger the leggings don't have to go all the way to there feet.  For bigger girls they can go to mid calf and it's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3ikitUU_LI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/74YQUYTm8Bc/s1600-h/IMG_9315.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3ikitUU_LI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/74YQUYTm8Bc/s320/IMG_9315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438277466237238450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any questions let me know. I hope I explained it well, sorry if it's confusing.  Let me know if you made some and it worked for ya:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-935382920293981287?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/935382920293981287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=935382920293981287' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/935382920293981287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/935382920293981287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/diy-little-girls-leggins.html' title='DIY Little Girls Leg Warmers (not leggings;)'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S3sE1x89G3I/AAAAAAAAA9w/_xivnPnLzbA/s72-c/Sewing+and+Crafts+096+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4043491151932205233</id><published>2010-02-10T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:54:51.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>There are some days when being a mom is wonderful and I think "I have the best life EVER!!!!!"  Those are the days when I am doing a great job at being a mommy, I'm patient, loving, patient, fun, outgoing, patient, energetic,  oh and did I say patient.  These are the days where everything that your little peeps do is just so CUTE and you want to eat them every other second.  I&lt;b&gt; LOVE&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; those days!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are days like today, not much like those wonderful days, nope not much like them at all.  On days like today I have to say, "I Love You" all day long to remind myself that I really do.  On days like today when my little mutt says, "Mommy I'm done poopin" I think in my most winey voice, "YOU DO IT, I don't want to wipe your bum again!!!!!  On days like today  my kids are lucky if they ever change out of their PJ's.  On days like today when my little guys is VERY active I don't think it's cute like I usually do, in fact I want to tie him to a chair. On days like today I think, "A job would be really great to escape to."  These are the days when both my babies find just about everything imaginable to choke on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; then there is that moment that my little Jack comes up to me with a picture in his hands and says in his most excited voice, "Look at my picture mom, it's a making machine and makes claws to claw monsters."  I sit there for a moment wondering how disturbed he may be because all he ever talk about is monsters and how he kills them all the time but it's just for a moment because in all reality I don't care.  I know that I have the bestest, cutest,  children in the world and I LOVE THEM (Yes I know I'm a little bias;)!!!! Even when I don't "like" them I still LOVE them. I know that my day probably won't change all that much but I also know that I have tomorrow and I'll just hope for a WONDERFUL day then:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4043491151932205233?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4043491151932205233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4043491151932205233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4043491151932205233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4043491151932205233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-1720815310085757750</id><published>2010-02-08T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:44:08.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying The Small Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never done this before but this story was so AMAZING I thought that you would all love to read it.  It's a birth story unlike any other. Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://enjoyingthesmallthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/nella-cordelia-birth-story.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Enjoying The Small Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1720815310085757750?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1720815310085757750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1720815310085757750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1720815310085757750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1720815310085757750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/enjoying-small-things.html' title='Enjoying The Small Things'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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-8516641233758215216.post-7852317620842805968</id><published>2010-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:11:32.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY $25.00!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S27ugdAFYII/AAAAAAAAA7Y/BtToZCjtMtw/s1600-h/BEST+holding+car+seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S27ugdAFYII/AAAAAAAAA7Y/BtToZCjtMtw/s320/BEST+holding+car+seat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435544041590972546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S27uJ2s78OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/JdtTDfTbjVc/s1600-h/BEST+holding+car+seat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;The price of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Teensy Tents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S27uJ2s78OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/JdtTDfTbjVc/s1600-h/BEST+holding+car+seat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;have been reduced down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S27uJ2s78OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/JdtTDfTbjVc/s1600-h/BEST+holding+car+seat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;$25.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S27uJ2s78OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/JdtTDfTbjVc/s1600-h/BEST+holding+car+seat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; again!!!! Go check out the patterns and pick out your favorite.  Have fun;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7852317620842805968?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7852317620842805968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7852317620842805968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7852317620842805968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7852317620842805968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-2500.html' title='ONLY $25.00!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S27ugdAFYII/AAAAAAAAA7Y/BtToZCjtMtw/s72-c/BEST+holding+car+seat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4836639792070086861</id><published>2010-02-03T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:34:01.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escorted by Pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in bed and heard Jack start to whimper.  I went into his room and asked him what was wrong. With a very sad little frown on his face he said in his scratchy I just woke up voice, "I just peed myself."  Could there be a cutter way to say I peed my pants, I think not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wouldn't think that this was the moment that made my day but it was.  These are the moments that I live for, the moment where I share a little moment of love.  These are the moments that make up who I am.  These are the moments that remind me of what REALLY matters in this life, and these are the moments that keep me grounded and humble.  Yes I, Lindsey Kay Thatcher Smith can clean up pee and poo any day of the week as long as I get to steel a short, tender, individual moment with my little one.  Because these days I get very few of these, and I'll take them however I can even if there escorted by pee:)  I LOVE you JACK!!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4836639792070086861?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4836639792070086861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4836639792070086861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4836639792070086861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4836639792070086861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/escorted-by-pee.html' title='Escorted by Pee'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1114791137869873125</id><published>2010-01-26T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:25:02.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Full of Fluff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Jack, Lodon, Dane and myself went to Discovery Gateway. We met up with MaRea, Avery and Kaden. It was so cute because Kaden came running in saying "Wheres Jack, where's Jack!!" Jack came calling with his arms wide open, "I'm right here Kaden!!!" Then he hugged Kaden until Kade said, "Ok, Ok Jack!" he was done with the hug;) Jack and Kade had such a good time running around together and I had a WONDERFUL time chatting with MaRea and feeling like an adult again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well once we were finished we walked back out to the van and loaded everyone back into the car. It was SO COLD at this point so I was trying to move thing along as fast as I could. I finely get everyone in the van and we were off and onto the highway. I was chewing on some ice when I see a bouncing little head move in my direction. I was so confused!!! What the tar was going on? Next thing I know Jack is right next to me saying, "Mom, can I have some of your ice?" I was going about 75 now and I totally freaked out. I'm thinking, "Why is he out of his seat, who did this awful thing?" Then it dawned on me that it was I, my &lt;b&gt;head was full of fluff &lt;/b&gt;and no brains AT ALL!!!! I quickly sent him back to his seat,(without the ice) and told him to not move a muscle. I was scared spit-less! Needless to say we pulled of the highway, ( the twins had finely fallen asleep, that was about to end) and got him back into his car seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when my head DOES NOT WORK!!! Today was one of those times:) People always say that when your pregnant your brain fails you and it's VERY true. But I must say that my brain now in contrast to my 1st pregnancy brain losses by MILES!!! I would take 1st pregnant brain over this old thing any day of the week! I am hoping that one day it will work again to it's full capacity and I am aware that this hope is quite delusional but I will always continue to hope for a better tomorrow:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few pics from our trip:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S1--2UMNbPI/AAAAAAAAA64/VaSQp4Gtm7Q/s1600-h/CIMG3382.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S1--2UMNbPI/AAAAAAAAA64/VaSQp4Gtm7Q/s320/CIMG3382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431269515974241522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S1--2ONpSJI/AAAAAAAAA6w/x_JBjyGR3ww/s1600-h/CIMG3376.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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S1--2ONpSJI/AAAAAAAAA6w/x_JBjyGR3ww/s320/CIMG3376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431269514369648786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1114791137869873125?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1114791137869873125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1114791137869873125' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1114791137869873125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1114791137869873125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/01/head-full-of-fluff.html' title='Head Full of Fluff'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S1--2UMNbPI/AAAAAAAAA64/VaSQp4Gtm7Q/s72-c/CIMG3382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7652116451421497663</id><published>2010-01-23T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:51:00.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>"Managing a home and family is no less demanding or time consuming than running a large corporation or pursing any other career.  The most successful homes are run by mothers who take their careers as seriously as any top executive.  However, instead of dealing with making a product profitable, &lt;b&gt;we deal with making profit of human lives&lt;/b&gt;."  Linda J. Eyre&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading this book called "A Joyful Mother of Children."  I am loving it and I highly recommend it, thanks Hannah:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that being a mother is the hardest job I have ever had and it is more important than anything that I have ever done in my life.  Yes there are those moments when I think, "What was I thinking?"  Then my little boy comes up to me and says, "Mom your a good mom" and I realize that what I am doing is more than just being a mom it's raising a generation of individuals that are our future and that will shape society and &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; is more important than anything that one could &lt;i&gt;EVER&lt;/i&gt; do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are to all you mothers out there that second guess yourselves.   You are doing a more important job than any top executive of any prestigious corporation.  Your doing the Lords work, a work that nobody but &lt;b&gt;MOTHERS&lt;/b&gt; can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7652116451421497663?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7652116451421497663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7652116451421497663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7652116451421497663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7652116451421497663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/01/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-5136202845195849703</id><published>2010-01-12T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:23:59.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have this amazing friend that took some more pics of my kiddos. Thanks Hanna!! I mean really, could they be any cutter? The bruise on Danes head looks significantly better, poor little mutt. The final pics that I actual print the evidence of the fall will be GONE;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038271246855106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pDy9X68I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MqMvUJbGAtg/s320/Jack+London+Dane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426080134448400194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S01PIjiZx0I/AAAAAAAAA6o/Rdaa_Ilj210/s320/Mom+and+Twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pVcq8kbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/O8AuarwZIiY/s1600-h/London+Dane+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038574501630386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pVcq8kbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/O8AuarwZIiY/s320/London+Dane+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pVHUi1EI/AAAAAAAAA54/oVrOiWCpKPI/s1600-h/London+and+Dane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038568770524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pVHUi1EI/AAAAAAAAA54/oVrOiWCpKPI/s320/London+and+Dane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pUizveaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/qwtflcULgL0/s1600-h/London+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038558969264546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pUizveaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/qwtflcULgL0/s320/London+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pEi3ixgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/UbZwomkx9vo/s1600-h/London4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038284107302402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pEi3ixgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/UbZwomkx9vo/s320/London4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pEC28AsI/AAAAAAAAA5g/eUN05w5CwBA/s1600-h/London.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038275514827458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pEC28AsI/AAAAAAAAA5g/eUN05w5CwBA/s320/London.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pDn92ccI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GTA2AbxYC6g/s1600-h/Dane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038268296065474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pDn92ccI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GTA2AbxYC6g/s320/Dane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pDG3qljI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Pdisio0e6SI/s1600-h/Dane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038259411752498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pDG3qljI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Pdisio0e6SI/s320/Dane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426080114309042658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S01PHYgzkeI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/iysq5Hdcu3k/s320/Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426080121126044978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S01PHx6GxTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/r0i7PsDGQxY/s320/Jack+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426038585587201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pWF989GI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rPcWjdC63lU/s320/Mom+London+Dane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-5136202845195849703?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5136202845195849703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=5136202845195849703' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5136202845195849703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/5136202845195849703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy.html' title='YUMMY!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/S00pDy9X68I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MqMvUJbGAtg/s72-c/Jack+London+Dane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6490050455376836228</id><published>2010-01-11T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:18:58.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I think we are going private in the next week or so.  I really am not that worried about it but it's probably a smart thing to do.  We would love for all of you to keep following along on our little adventure so leave me your email address and I'll send you an invite.  Thanks, happy bloggin:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6490050455376836228?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6490050455376836228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6490050455376836228' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6490050455376836228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6490050455376836228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7077461776547974091</id><published>2010-01-06T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:42:37.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The WORST Mother In The WORLD Award Goes to....................ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>About a month ago we were at grandmas house and my sweet little Dane rolled off the couch. It was a short fall and he landed on carpet so he was mostly scared and not hurt. About 3 weeks later while Riley and the kids were playing in the loft Dane decided to continue rolling and he rolled down the stair. This was VERY tragic and very sad but once again there were no bumps or bruises, I guess all that extra fluff comes in handy once in a while. Do ya think that I should be learning something along the way? I am REALLY SLOW!!! Well Dane rolled off the bed last night and it was REALLY, REALLY, REALLY sad. But once again there were no bumps, bruises or ouchies. We just loved him up till he stopped crying, (which by the way wasn't very long at all, this little mutt is a tank.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning I was dressing both London and Dane on my bed again, you would think that I would learn!!! But I did take extra precautions, I promises!!!! I had a Bumbo on the bed and while I was dressing the one I would have the other in the Bumbo. I thought I was brilliant....... not so much. I had finished dressing Dane and was talking to him when I realized I hadn't seen Jack for a few minutes which in itself could be devastating so I turned around for 2 &lt;strong&gt;SECONDS&lt;/strong&gt; to call for him when I heard &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THUMP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bet you can guess what happened. Little, OK not little but big Dane rolled off my bed. In most homes this wouldn't be as tragic but my bed is pretty high up and we have hard wood floors in our room so it is quite tragic. This time around Danes fluff didn't do him any good. Instantly his forehead had a HUGE black and blue bump on it. I was hysterical and so was Dane. I have never felt that much remorse, sadness and FEAR all at one time. He was crying and he was acting really weird so I freaked out. I called 911 and told them my story. The guy on the other line I'm sure was thinking I was mentally retarded. He was asking me all these questions and I was little to no help at all. He asked me, "Is he breathing, Is he conscious, Is he throwing up? " Then he asked me how far he fell and I said, "Oh about 5 feet." Then I thought, "Lindsey your such a dip shit. 5 feet, that's about as tall as Lindy. Your bed is NOT 5 feet up!" I'm sure he was thinking, "Yep she's retarded, if this kid ends up normal after this experience he still has no chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the ambulance came and all 5 guys come running into my house, Eagle Mt must be a really boring place to be a Fire Fighter Paramedic. They said Dane was fine and that I should take him to his Dr just to be sure and have him checked out. At this point I was just a little hysterical. So we did and Dane is fine. This little boy will survive this mom of his if it's the last thing he does. I really should be walking around with a CAUTION sign on my forehead. Poor little guy:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole experience Riley said "OK Lin Dane is grounded from the bed. No matter how hard he begs he can't get up there." This was Riley's SWEET way of saying, "Lindsey stop being a dip shit and putting our kids on the bed." Bless his sweet heart. Well I have leaned my lesson, NO KIDS ON ANYTHING THEY COULD FALL OFF OF, OR ELSE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7077461776547974091?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7077461776547974091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7077461776547974091' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7077461776547974091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7077461776547974091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2010/01/worst-mother-in-world-goes-tome.html' title='The WORST Mother In The WORLD Award Goes to....................ME!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-7455267205310886720</id><published>2009-12-22T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:58:38.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Trip from BEEEEEP</title><content type='html'>I will try to leave out as many explicits as possible because there were a lot of them today, sorry still working on that one;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do some last minuet shopping for Christmas so I got all 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kiddos&lt;/span&gt; saddled up and out the door. 1st store went OK, only one potty break and had to make two bottles for the twins, no prob. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; store wasn't so nice to me, and of course it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get everyone out of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; car and into my two shopping carts and we were off. Got the 1st few things of my list and my only problem was that Jack was running around so I buckled him in the cart. Then Jack said he needed to go potty again. I thought that he was being the sneaky little man that he can be and was just trying to get out of being buckled into the seat. So I said that we weren't going back and that if he needed to pee he had to hold it. Well at this point he was holding "It" so I knew he REALLY needed to pee. So we went back to the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside I undid his pants and belt and sent him off to go potty. I then decided that I should address my second and third problem, London and Dane. They were SCREAMING! I could smell that one of them was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; so I went to Dane 1st, yep we had a winner. I took him out of his seat and there was POO EVERYWHERE!!!!! I mean from his upper back all the way down to his thighs. FYI I had just washed out both of their car seats, they were sparkling like new. I started to undo his pants and take off his diaper and of course I got poo on me, not just on &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; hand but on my New, Beautiful, Wonderful, WHITE Patagonia Jacket. I know I was asking for it, who buys a white jacket when they have 3 kids? That's right folks this special spirit right here and it was all over my sleeve. Dane was now in hysterics, gnashing off teeth mode so I proceeded to change his bum. Poor little man had the sorest bum ever, like he was bleeding. I had already changed his diaper 3 times at this point so I thought he would be fine, boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While changing his bum I look around to see what Jack was up to. No worries folks he was just walking around with his pants and underwear around his ankles, his little bum free as a bird, playing in the soap and flushing every toilet in the bathroom. People were staring at us with "That Look" and not even stopping to help. Come on people, couldn't they see that I was about to loose it any minuet. Oh I forgot to mention that London is still SCREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish up with Dane, put him back in his nasty cloths, back in his nasty seat and look around for Jack again. Jack still had his pants around his ankles and was playing with the hand dryer thing. I quickly pulled up his pants and buckled him back into his seat, while he yelled, "No mom, not back in the buckle, don't beat me." I was really getting stares now so I wanted to get out of there ASAP. I went over to London and tried to see what her problem was. I smelt her bum and she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; too, I mean can a women get a break. I couldn't go through all of that again at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart so we headed to the check out line. Al this point I was D.O.N.E, DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all the lines are way backed up and I get behind a retard that doesn't happen to notice that I have 3 SCREAMING children and he just putts along taking his sweet old time. I pictured myself pouncing on him like a Lion would a zebra, I wanted him dead. As I wait for the moron I looked over at the magazines and saw one with the title, "101 ways to look stylish." I think to myself, "Look stylish, are you serious? Who in the hell cares about looking stylish. I just want to get home for the love of Pete without killing or beheading someone." The cash register women for sure thought I was evil and I deserved it. I glared at her (she was lucky she didn't get more than that, I was thinking some really awful things I wanted to say to her)for not putting all my stuff in bags, but isn't that her job. She was Moron #2 of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home, we survived. After changing London and then Dane again I laid on the floor and actually fell asleep, it was only for about 2 min but it was a glorious 2 min. The lesson I learned on my shopping trip today was................................... I guess I didn't really lean anything except that shopping can really suck sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-7455267205310886720?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7455267205310886720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=7455267205310886720' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7455267205310886720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/7455267205310886720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-trip-from-beeeeep.html' title='Shopping Trip from BEEEEEP'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-480744801915124750</id><published>2009-12-21T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:26:41.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sy-w5zqXC7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/D5s4C-u0u0E/s1600-h/Dane+and+London+8+months.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417743383916907442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sy-w5zqXC7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/D5s4C-u0u0E/s320/Dane+and+London+8+months.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sy-w5fM9F9I/AAAAAAAAA44/I0FuRiOSGvg/s1600-h/Dane+London+Jack+Christmas+2009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417743378424862674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sy-w5fM9F9I/AAAAAAAAA44/I0FuRiOSGvg/s320/Dane+London+Jack+Christmas+2009.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DANE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little monster weighs 23 1/2 lb.&lt;br /&gt;31 Inches Long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call Dane my side kick because he literally kicks it on his side. Because he isn't sitting up yet he spends his time on his side, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Dane is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snuggler&lt;/span&gt;, can't get enough of his yummy cheeks and he lets me kiss him as much as I want:)!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danes two bottom teeth came in two night ago, poor guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gets on all four once in a while, doesn't spend too much time there. Can't blame the little chunk, that's a lot of weight to support;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Dane smiles it's not just his mouth, it's his whole face. It's so sweet that for sure it would even make the Grinch smile:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rolls everywhere. He will roll over to London and steel her toy or pull the flower off her head or just stare at her. I can tell that these two are going to be good Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Dane talks all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't imagine what this life would be without my SWEET little Dane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LONDON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;London is 18lb.&lt;br /&gt;27in. long&lt;br /&gt;London got her 1st bottom tooth about a week ago and is working on her second bottom tooth right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't say much but when she does it's very loud. London basically screams when she is happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When London cries she rolls her tong like she is ready to start speaking in tongs, it's quiet and very sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can tell that London is a thinker, she look around at things with wide eyes and is always taking in her surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor girl still has no hair, well very little hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Riley and Jack play and they are being silly and screaming she will scream along with them. It's like she feels like she needs to be a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since she got her 1st tooth she always is feeling it with her tong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When her daddy walks in the room her face lights up and she starts to kick her little feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;London is ready to crawl. She is on all four rocking back and forth all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little girl is so wonderful, I really can't get enough of her sweet little spirit and her yummy dimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two are such &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; babies, I really am so lucky. I think two good babies has got to be better than one really bad baby. We are so lucky to have them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is up to his old tricks and I'm loving it. Jack is into being a super hero and he is always rescuing anyone who stands in need. His little brother and sister get saved on a regular basis. Whenever there is something that they could choke on he takes it away and brings it to us. He really has saved them more than once. I couldn't have asked for a better big brother for the twins, he hasn't had a jealous moment yet. He says to the babies, "Dane, London you never put toys in your mouth cause it dangerous." He talks to them like they really know what he is saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Christmas has been so much fun because Jack gets it and he is so excited about Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack has a few pairs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gwubs&lt;/span&gt; (gloves) and he wears them everywhere. In the pic of him, London and Dane you will see that he is wearing them. Doesn't matter if we can only find one he will still wear it. He looks like Michael Jackson a lot of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jack is a very ACTIVE little boy. When we go to the store people will say, You sure have your hands full, your little boy has a lot of energy." That was the nice way of them saying, "That little man is CRAZY!" Jack is a really good little boy but he is definitely his age. I don't know what people are talking about terrible twos, the twos were a breeze, it's the threes that are killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all me and Riley can't seam to get enough of this little man. Last night Riley and I were going to bed and we stopped and stared at Jack, (he sleeps on the floor of our bedroom because the other two wake him up if they are in his room, vise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;) We almost woke him us so we could just hold him and kiss him and tell him how much we LOVE him. Jack is WONDERFUL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry about the long post but I needed to get all of this down. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-480744801915124750?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/480744801915124750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=480744801915124750' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/480744801915124750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/480744801915124750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-months.html' title='8 months'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sy-w5zqXC7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/D5s4C-u0u0E/s72-c/Dane+and+London+8+months.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4883067659702795287</id><published>2009-12-10T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:42:49.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight was my 1st Teensy Tent Party and it was a Success!!!  THANK YOU Cristina for being such a great hostess!  I know that you are all probably sick of hearing about my Teensy Tent crap but but what can I say, I'm having so much fun with it;) And just for your information I don't just sell Teensy Tents at these parties. I also sell these little lovelies  too!!!!!! I LOVE them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLQuqjbyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pIECZDzJimI/s1600-h/CIMG3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413831715340906274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLQuqjbyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pIECZDzJimI/s320/CIMG3272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Girlie Onezie (is that how you spell that) with ruffles on the bum, so CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLQCYFPBI/AAAAAAAAA4o/DEQ80gc8R_o/s1600-h/CIMG3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413831703452269586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLQCYFPBI/AAAAAAAAA4o/DEQ80gc8R_o/s320/CIMG3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE feathers and flowers in the hair so I started making these little friends.  I can't tell you how much I ADORE them!  I have Red and Tan ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLPputBuI/AAAAAAAAA4g/3CoU95rK8kE/s1600-h/CIMG3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413831696836265698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLPputBuI/AAAAAAAAA4g/3CoU95rK8kE/s320/CIMG3260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can look like you actually got ready when you didn't even put any time into it at all, LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLPfo9UUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/RNg6Ylvlc7M/s1600-h/CIMG3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413831694127812930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLPfo9UUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/RNg6Ylvlc7M/s320/CIMG3256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little pair of Mokeeys for little boys, i just love corduroy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLO4_8K9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q4HWZVW786M/s1600-h/CIMG3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413831683755224018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLO4_8K9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q4HWZVW786M/s320/CIMG3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these little lovelies are so CUTE on London's feet and they clean up so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO if you would like to throw a little party then let me know or if you would just like to buy one of these lovely friends then let me know:) Or if your the crafty type then I'll give you the secrets and know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4883067659702795287?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4883067659702795287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4883067659702795287' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4883067659702795287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4883067659702795287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/12/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SyHLQuqjbyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pIECZDzJimI/s72-c/CIMG3272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-740793661741238165</id><published>2009-12-08T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:39:51.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Babies Eat!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Could they be any cutter? This is what I was able to witness today and it make my heart pitter patter. They are getting so big and so independent. They don't sit up on their own yet, they don't crawl, but you better believe that they can hold their own bottle. The know what's up and they have their priorities. Just Love them!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e11cbeb465e69f9a" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De11cbeb465e69f9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342117%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C8B5BD7B920F3EB4AA5DAED80534B7A9344C2E1.76AA8BF5B9EB4C416457FAA703F0702CA4F8844E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De11cbeb465e69f9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du6jMqsdHYnpP-SOOxbTjUjT0b7s&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De11cbeb465e69f9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330342117%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C8B5BD7B920F3EB4AA5DAED80534B7A9344C2E1.76AA8BF5B9EB4C416457FAA703F0702CA4F8844E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De11cbeb465e69f9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du6jMqsdHYnpP-SOOxbTjUjT0b7s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The little sucking noise that they are making is SO SWEET!! They act like they are starving but as you can see the twins probably eat too much, especially Dane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-740793661741238165?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/740793661741238165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=740793661741238165' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/740793661741238165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/740793661741238165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/12/eat-babies-eat.html' title='Eat Babies Eat!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-4799505378658009578</id><published>2009-12-03T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:50:50.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawed #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;We are driving in the car and a women pulls out in front of me and I say, “S***.” I think nothing of it and go along driving and it happens again, I slam on my breaks,(probably putting a binky back in a crying mouth) this time I say nothing so Jack picks up my slack. “Oh Ship mommy,” that’s right folks he said my word of shame that I love so much. I of course turn this around and say, “Yep a big old boat, do you see a big boat Jack?” Needless to say this has happened a few times since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was hammering with his little boy hammer and all the sudden threw his hammer and said, “D W/an it.” Riley and I looked at each other and had to look away because we were laughing our heads off, he said it so cute and with such gust. After I regained mt composure I then said to Jack, “ Yep, a big wall that holds a lot of water. Do you want to draw a picture of a damn?” Well he still says it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaw #2, I truly do love a few swearwords here and there. I think it’s nasty if they are always being said but a few once and a while is so funny. I know it’s so sad but it’s my one sin that I think is so hilarious. A perfectly positioned swearword can be difference between boring and flat to ridiculously funny. I have watched a cute little mom walking with her 4 kids as they were crying and yelling and being naughty and I thought, “All she needs is a good swearword, I think she may feel better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, I really enjoy swearing once and a while. But now that I have little people who somehow hear EVERYTHING I now know I must do better. I am being forced into caring. I really don’t want Jack to go to Primary teaching all the other kids his special word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-4799505378658009578?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4799505378658009578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=4799505378658009578' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4799505378658009578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/4799505378658009578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/12/flawed-2.html' title='Flawed #2'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6167819160695076891</id><published>2009-12-03T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:26:27.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw A Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you would like to throw a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teensy Tent Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and earn some credit to get some product for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that would be great.   I will also be selling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOKEEY SHOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at these parties:)  When I do parties the prices are lower because I can do a lot at once. If your interested let me know and we can do it before Christmas so that people can have them in time for Christmas gifts. Thanks Ladies:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sxf4IhXE3_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/FqWwgGa5FnQ/s1600-h/ANgie+TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411066302586740722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sxf4IhXE3_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/FqWwgGa5FnQ/s320/ANgie+TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6167819160695076891?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6167819160695076891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6167819160695076891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6167819160695076891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6167819160695076891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/12/throw-party.html' title='Throw A Party'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sxf4IhXE3_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/FqWwgGa5FnQ/s72-c/ANgie+TT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1110964206438392275</id><published>2009-11-23T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:42:39.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>Sister (my definition): One who loves you when there is nothing to love.  One who forgives you when there is no reason to forgive.  One who tells you the painful truth when you don’t want to hear it.  One who lifts you up when you fall flat on your face.  And one who claims you as theirs even after an extremely loud snort;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was given 5 of these amazing sisters and then 7 more sister in laws on top of that.  I must need all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had a “girl’s getaway” with some of my sisters and my amazing Mother.  On this trip I leaned more than I thought possible. Through watching, talking, sharing and of course fighting my relationship with these amazing sisters was strengthened, my self confidence was strengthened and my testimony of my Savior Jesus Christ was strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know my family you know that we are not ones to let “feelings” get in the way of communication. We will tell each other what issues we are having with each no matter how hard it is to say.  Yes it may start out in frustration but it never ends this way! In the end we always come to two conclusions. 1st the problem was never really theirs, it was always our own regardless if they are in the wrong because we have the power to be offended or not be offended. Second we find out that we LOVE each other more than we did in the first place; we know this because we end up in each others arms crying and saying how much we adore and appreciate one other, (the headaches are so painful;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy but I call this HEALTHY:)  The things I learn about myself, others and my Heavenly Father are unreal!!!  So THANK YOU sisters for this never ending, painful, wonderful, fun, laughing till my gut hurt weekend; it was just what the doctor ordered;)   I love you and I NEED you in my life more than even I knew. I guess that’s why the Lord gave you to me, he knew you were going to be the examples that I needed to come closer to him.  I love you!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone I had some of my other sisters and mother in law holding the fort down for me, THANK YOU!!!!!!  How lucky can one girl be?:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come, I left my camera in my moms car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1110964206438392275?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1110964206438392275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1110964206438392275' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1110964206438392275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1110964206438392275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/11/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-6063922857617967385</id><published>2009-11-14T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:26:16.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOKEEY SHOES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So London has no shoes and she really needed some so I went on a hunt to find out how to make them. I call them her &lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mokeey Shoes&lt;/a&gt;. I just have to say it has been my favorite project so far and I LOVE THEM. I call them her Mokeeys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'm CRAZY but here I go on another adventure.  I am now also &lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;SELLING&lt;/a&gt; these cute little &lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;MOKEEY SHOES &lt;/a&gt;for $20.  If you are interested click &lt;a href="http://teensytents.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and order yourself a pair:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made it so you can switch out the flowers so you can match the flower to the outfit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404058470945298978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8SjCIimiI/AAAAAAAAA1U/DxJoVFbFpAs/s320/2009+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404058483666881714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8SjxhmjLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/aHFNcv0e3lM/s320/2009+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404058477283265586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404056942734073410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8RKFGl3kI/AAAAAAAAA0k/2V_skiZMxlQ/s320/2009+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404059352687514402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8TWW4REyI/AAAAAAAAA18/RudMP7mg-YQ/s320/2009+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404059355805318050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8TWifm-6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/HbpNpw-9vZY/s320/2009+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404059361002648578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8TW12v9AI/AAAAAAAAA2M/DeDvlFaHZW4/s320/2009+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404059367035221442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8TXMVBtcI/AAAAAAAAA2U/5IwnD8xWGf4/s320/2009+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-6063922857617967385?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6063922857617967385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=6063922857617967385' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6063922857617967385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/6063922857617967385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/11/shoes.html' title='MOKEEY SHOES!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/Sv8SjCIimiI/AAAAAAAAA1U/DxJoVFbFpAs/s72-c/2009+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-631284644232728512</id><published>2009-11-08T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:53:10.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I bought a sewing machine. NO I never had my own. I have been borrowing my mother in laws for the last 4 months, thanks Terri!:) Well not anymore. Riley was on KSL and found a huge garage sale. I guess this old lady died and she was a sewing nut, LUCKY ME! Well they were selling 3 of her sewing machines and tones of fabric, thread, and sewing stuff that you never knew you ever needed until you had it;) I got it all!!!!! The sewing machine is a Singer Touch and Sew and is in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; condition! Not only did she have the machine but ALL of the original pieces that went with it, 4 little boxes full of every part including lint brushes and oil to oil the machine. Those old ladies took such good care fo their things! The sewing machine is built into a table and she sold it all to me for $30!!! Well as soon as I got home I had to try it out and I LOVE it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made London another dress. Poor London and all of her fitting at such a young age, she is going to need therapy for sure;) This dress is also made out of one of Riley's old shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401974479544687026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverKxL8mbI/AAAAAAAAAzc/G-W_FFLL6ek/s320/2009+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That tong is always out now a days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401974485948667234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverLJCxlWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/8NNbhrMIeY0/s320/2009+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this one I did little puckered pockets, LOVE THEM:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401974488044157682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverLQ2YOvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/4Id0yVdam4o/s320/2009+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made the band shorter so that I could just tie it into a knot and have the same look as a bow but make it look a little different and a little stiffer, I like it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverLwxBIkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/LdmzmmYHEtk/s1600-h/2009+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401974496611607106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverLwxBIkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/LdmzmmYHEtk/s320/2009+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These little leg warmers turned out so cute.  I got some long socks from the dollar store and cut off the feet and sewed the buttons on the ankles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverLs2gNXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2H9cwvGI_Sk/s1600-h/2009+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401974495560873330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverLs2gNXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2H9cwvGI_Sk/s320/2009+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little flower is made out of the feet from the socks, it was so cute on her at church today.  This poor little girl is going to have so many dresses. Watch her turn out to be one of those cute girls that won't ever wear a dress, it would be just my luck;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-631284644232728512?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/631284644232728512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=631284644232728512' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/631284644232728512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/631284644232728512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/11/dress-2.html' title='Dress #2'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SverKxL8mbI/AAAAAAAAAzc/G-W_FFLL6ek/s72-c/2009+265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516641233758215216.post-1985603645751348521</id><published>2009-11-06T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:55:52.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So I am in love with sewing. I Made two things this afternoon that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so into vintage, if it even resembles it in the slightest then i am totally in!! My first creation was from a pair of long johns that I got from the dollar store. They only had size 3T so it's a little big but I'm still in LOVE with it. I took the pants and cut them up so i had 6 little strips and gathered them and then sewed them onto her shirt. Then I made the little flower for the corner with a few rhinestones. Well this is how it turned out:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401177663605483634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTWd-f6qHI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IwlMo4tB1XQ/s320/CIMG2867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401177665981180914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTWeHWU6_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/hYl4Vmzg01M/s320/CIMG2869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401187064547386562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTfBLvIJMI/AAAAAAAAAy0/leOULBG4KRE/s320/Long+John+Shirt+LONDON.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401187067945182514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTfBYZOZTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/m8bNC4fj9Ag/s320/Long+Johns+shirt+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My second creation was from one of Riley's old dress shirts. I cut off the arms and the bottom half, gathered it, made some straps, and a top band and created it into a little dress for London. I made the little flower and her head band to go with it. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; CUTE on her. I'm excited to figure out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to go under it for the fall, the colors are so good for this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; year. I took like 35 pics, and they don't even do it Justice. Here she is:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401189755307921122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvThdzmbjuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/HDt8cRUjLIQ/s320/CIMG2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401186159676002978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTeMg0-kqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/LjYYIzU_o9A/s320/London+Dress+Dads+old+gtold+shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTfBu7KotI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9y-jdRLe6_4/s1600-h/London+Dress+Dads+old+gtold+shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401187054778009266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTfAnV7RrI/AAAAAAAAAys/X1vnsIMoRyo/s320/Dads+shirt+Gold++dress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTfBATA95I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nSiV7oc9Zbg/s1600-h/Back+of+Gold+Dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401187061476685714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTfBATA95I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nSiV7oc9Zbg/s320/Back+of+Gold+Dress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTeNJ9xiZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/OtlXAMnZP4A/s1600-h/Flower,+up+colse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401186170718751122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTeNJ9xiZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/OtlXAMnZP4A/s320/Flower,+up+colse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTeM3Y_m_I/AAAAAAAAAyU/0AhYgsYM1r4/s1600-h/Dad+with+London+gold+dress+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401186165732645874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTeM3Y_m_I/AAAAAAAAAyU/0AhYgsYM1r4/s320/Dad+with+London+gold+dress+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401186174689404610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTeNYwc5sI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pCnQJlDjGWQ/s320/Head+band+flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401186158026455410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTeMarseXI/AAAAAAAAAyE/84gGyZ0N26U/s320/Dad+holding+London+in+gold+dress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516641233758215216-1985603645751348521?l=lindseyandriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1985603645751348521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516641233758215216&amp;postID=1985603645751348521' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1985603645751348521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516641233758215216/posts/default/1985603645751348521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandriley.blogspot.com/2009/11/creative-kick.html' title='Creative Kick'/><author><name>Lindsey Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199227068579779893</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/_V0wlTMRrmVk/SvTWd-f6qHI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IwlMo4tB1XQ/s72-c/CIMG2867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
