<?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-3367637108565476799</id><updated>2012-02-05T19:48:44.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party of 5</title><subtitle type='html'>The Taylor Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7910058811247210592</id><published>2012-01-24T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:05:51.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--Last Sunday, we made it through an entire sacrament meeting. Like, I'm talking the ENTIRE 70 minutes. Yes, we had a small yard sale of books, crayons, toys and snacks (and maybe some electronic devices--shh!) to entertain our three darlings, but no one had to leave. I don't know if I've ever been so proud. Unfortunately, I was still exhausted by the end of the hour, and I don't know what was said. Small steps, I guess...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Eating out / heating up frozen food is WAY easier than actual cooking. Making a meal at our house takes forever, and by the time the entire process is over, Sam and I wonder why we even try. The kids just like french fries and chicken nuggets anyway. Plus, the clean-up is not fun. Let's face it, I'm not the world's best homemaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I'm sick of speech therapy. It's expensive, and incredibly time consuming. I feel like all I do is correct Chase on his speech. I have this fear that Chase will look back on his childhood, and only remember his nagging mother in front of his face dragging out every syllable of every word. Apraxia isn't so fun. I have to keep reminding myself of all the progress we are seeing. One day we look back on this time of life, and realize it really wasn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I don't know how I lived life without my Kindle Fire. It's awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Cleaning the toy room is one of the world's most useless activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I want a dog. A cute one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--We cut our cable a month or so ago, and surprisingly, I haven't missed it as much as I thought I would. We are going to try to go without it for a few months, and so far, so good. We thought the kids would completely lose it without their 50 channels, but they don't care. It turns out, they actually have imaginations. Imagine that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I've been trying to lose the same 5 pounds for a year. Maybe I should try dieting and exercise. It turns out just wanting to lose 5 pounds doesn't actually make you lose weight. Too bad.&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/3367637108565476799-7910058811247210592?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7910058811247210592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7910058811247210592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7910058811247210592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7910058811247210592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-my-mind.html' title='On my mind...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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-3367637108565476799.post-7306294731546762067</id><published>2012-01-17T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:05:03.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so Fun to be ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sweet Elizabeth turned 1 on January 12. We are completely in love with our little angel. She has a way to brighten any room with her big, bright smile. Because she is so stinkin' adorable, we decided to celebrate Lizzie all week. We started with a dinner with Sam's brother and sister, Michael &amp;amp; Hilary, on Sunday night (Sam's mom &amp;amp; dad are out of town--on a cruise, no less. No, not &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/world/2012/01/17/italian-cruise-captain-committed-mortal-sin-by-disembarking-early-american-672181082/"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; cruise. Thank goodness.) Like all my kids, Lizzie loves hanging out with Aunt Hilly &amp;amp; Uncle Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltUH3v6_bK4/TxXrh-q_2dI/AAAAAAAABW8/wINn1JkJQO8/s1600/2011-10874-56.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: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltUH3v6_bK4/TxXrh-q_2dI/AAAAAAAABW8/wINn1JkJQO8/s400/2011-10874-56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719872498784722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, my parents, Bethany, Audrey &amp;amp; Kennedy came over to help us celebrate Lizzie's entrance into toddlerhood. She is so lucky to have so many people in her life that love her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lizzie loved every second of her party. She's quickly discovered that presents, new clothes, and cake are the keys to winning a girl's heart.&lt;br /&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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdmpz2Ze3cs/TxXq5lmBTVI/AAAAAAAABVc/JeuhIaNq98M/s400/banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719178572254546" /&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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfh0YVT3qTQ/TxXq6lmwrXI/AAAAAAAABVw/P4yaahwzhDU/s400/Lizzie3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719195755228530" /&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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzRxWdWohw8/TxXq7Z0_02I/AAAAAAAABWA/fOuO19htLps/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719209773585250" /&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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYEwv_eLfAE/TxXq6TVb8OI/AAAAAAAABVk/ulnGCA_kuzY/s400/Lizzie2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719190850728162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30iGH1oQosM/TxXq5Q6HtsI/AAAAAAAABVM/WD_q-OIcfSA/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719173019416258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1UBcO1XN4E/TxXrhIhIoqI/AAAAAAAABWw/jTIULJLbLcE/s400/Lizziecake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719857961902754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When cake time arrived, Lizzie was ready. Since our Lizzie is as "cute as a button," we felt a button cake was appropriate. She dove right into the frosting, and never looked back. &lt;i&gt;That's my girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6veUWk0huo/TxXrgaRH_iI/AAAAAAAABWk/cxl5_4C_DhA/s400/lizziecake2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719845546720802" /&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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHlqbkdtI0g/TxXrfxpejxI/AAAAAAAABWY/ozqlkHKymjI/s400/lizziecake3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719834643009298" /&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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23RWi6fCcnA/TxXrfrv4N8I/AAAAAAAABWM/d2z_00OZh-U/s400/lizziecake4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719833059243970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little Elizabeth has brought so much joy to our home. She has made the last year so much fun. &lt;i&gt;We love you, Lizzie!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At 12 Months, Lizzie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weighs 20.5 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally (as of last night) finished nursing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Has only slept through the night one time (not exaggerating)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loves hanging out in Halle's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loves books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is a MAJOR mama's girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Plus, we think she's pretty darn cute!)&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-7306294731546762067?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7306294731546762067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7306294731546762067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7306294731546762067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7306294731546762067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-so-fun-to-be-one.html' title='It&apos;s so Fun to be ONE!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-ltUH3v6_bK4/TxXrh-q_2dI/AAAAAAAABW8/wINn1JkJQO8/s72-c/2011-10874-56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6703276724222219641</id><published>2012-01-16T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:14:31.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas arrived at the Taylor house. Well, more like Christmas overtook the Taylor house: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwmTQ9XONec/TxS8FdxLW7I/AAAAAAAABU8/zcHzYOfj4QQ/s1600/DSCN1020.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwmTQ9XONec/TxS8FdxLW7I/AAAAAAAABU8/zcHzYOfj4QQ/s400/DSCN1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698386230606781362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlyvGq5l6iM/TxS8E8orUkI/AAAAAAAABUw/PpfQT7Hs5JU/s1600/DSCN1019.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlyvGq5l6iM/TxS8E8orUkI/AAAAAAAABUw/PpfQT7Hs5JU/s400/DSCN1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698386221712757314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzaCOyPFWPw/TxS8EeIkEAI/AAAAAAAABUk/0iDrgRdDrjA/s1600/DSCN1017.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzaCOyPFWPw/TxS8EeIkEAI/AAAAAAAABUk/0iDrgRdDrjA/s400/DSCN1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698386213525000194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1C_cozJu-s/TxS8DmdL23I/AAAAAAAABUY/Fc_KlNwrlSo/s1600/DSCN1021.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1C_cozJu-s/TxS8DmdL23I/AAAAAAAABUY/Fc_KlNwrlSo/s400/DSCN1021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698386198579108722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness January is organization month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-6703276724222219641?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6703276724222219641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6703276724222219641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6703276724222219641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6703276724222219641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-CwmTQ9XONec/TxS8FdxLW7I/AAAAAAAABU8/zcHzYOfj4QQ/s72-c/DSCN1020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3067476985174801041</id><published>2011-12-23T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:49:05.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taylors Visit the Big Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, it took me a while to enter Christmas mode this year. Life just seemed to get in the way, and the hustle and bustle of Christmas was more annoying than anything. But then, with a little over a week to go before Christmas, we found the Christmas spirit. We've packed in lights, hot cocoa, parties, wrapping, movies, and a visit with the Big Guy in Red. For the record, I tried to get the perfect picture where all three of my kids were looking at the camera with sparkling smiles, but we got these instead:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCRG4qPrKio/TvVISqb6jcI/AAAAAAAABUA/vNc1lvoGLqQ/s1600/DSCN1012.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCRG4qPrKio/TvVISqb6jcI/AAAAAAAABUA/vNc1lvoGLqQ/s400/DSCN1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689533189718707650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp68Oyw2Idc/TvVIRnnyC2I/AAAAAAAABT0/xsnbrnv4-IE/s1600/DSCN1011.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp68Oyw2Idc/TvVIRnnyC2I/AAAAAAAABT0/xsnbrnv4-IE/s400/DSCN1011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689533171783306082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjl0xytzX_Q/TvVIQwDZUVI/AAAAAAAABTo/NrBUFl1WFwM/s1600/DSCN1010.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjl0xytzX_Q/TvVIQwDZUVI/AAAAAAAABTo/NrBUFl1WFwM/s400/DSCN1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689533156866740562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nSvp_V3no4/TvVIQFCBitI/AAAAAAAABTc/pHAKtRx11S0/s1600/DSCN1009.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nSvp_V3no4/TvVIQFCBitI/AAAAAAAABTc/pHAKtRx11S0/s400/DSCN1009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689533145318263506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1RAXtFppOE/TvVIP6csOZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5CMixD9X_I4/s1600/DSCN1008.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1RAXtFppOE/TvVIP6csOZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5CMixD9X_I4/s400/DSCN1008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689533142477322642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't Lizzie's confused little face priceless?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring on the BIG DAY! The Taylors are ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to my you, my cyber pals, Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3067476985174801041?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3067476985174801041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3067476985174801041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3067476985174801041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3067476985174801041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/taylors-visit-big-guy.html' title='The Taylors Visit the Big Guy'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-QCRG4qPrKio/TvVISqb6jcI/AAAAAAAABUA/vNc1lvoGLqQ/s72-c/DSCN1012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7180360560133375398</id><published>2011-12-14T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:33:11.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dancing Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sEJAfHWtWs/TukSybINPOI/AAAAAAAABS8/vAc0d_DXEBQ/s1600/HalleDance.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: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sEJAfHWtWs/TukSybINPOI/AAAAAAAABS8/vAc0d_DXEBQ/s400/HalleDance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686096662016900322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came to a realization at Halle's Christmas Dance Recital: My baby girl is getting old. Somehow, she's gone from a little girl who got up on stage, and shuffle stepped to "I Want a Hippopotomus for Christmas," to a sassy little girl dancing to a Christmas rock song. We've moved from curly ponytails to hair pieces. How did time go so fast?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like always, Halle shined during her dance. She is so showy. I love it!&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/3367637108565476799-7180360560133375398?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7180360560133375398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7180360560133375398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7180360560133375398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7180360560133375398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-dancing-princess.html' title='Our Dancing Princess'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-8sEJAfHWtWs/TukSybINPOI/AAAAAAAABS8/vAc0d_DXEBQ/s72-c/HalleDance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2348398076925773430</id><published>2011-11-11T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:14:20.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is His Outhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weIQwbteAhs/Tr28KgplMrI/AAAAAAAABSo/hh4u8TzQg4A/s1600/images.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weIQwbteAhs/Tr28KgplMrI/AAAAAAAABSo/hh4u8TzQg4A/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673897994305745586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a minor problem at our house. Chase, our newly potty-trained son, is having a slight problem understanding that even when he's outside, he still needs to go inside to use the bathroom. To him, it's a total waste of time. He'd much rather just drop his drawers wherever he is, and take care of business--if you know what I'm sayin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in point: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I took the kids to get ice cream after Halle returned home from school. After I got Lizzie out of her carseat, I walked around to the other side of the van to find Chase with his pants around his ankles, peeing all over the garage floor. "Mom, big pee," he tells me. Halle thought it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. And, I admit, it was hilarious, but I tried not to laugh, so I wouldn't encourage the behavior. We had a nice talk about using the potty, and I moved on with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Chase was in the front yard with Halle &amp;amp; the neighbor kids picking up leaves. Sam and I were watching them from the front window. Lo and behold, he hadn't been out there 5 minutes, and he needed to pee. Go inside right? No. Who needs inside when you can just take care of business on the curb as a couple cars are driving by?!? Mortified, I sent Sam out after him. The neighbors got a good laugh at it. We had yet another talk about coming into the house to use the potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we have a little problem on our hands. Please, as winter time approaches, remind your kids not to touch the yellow snow. Or, for that matter, please remind them not to turn the snow yellow. We will definitely be having that conversation at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2348398076925773430?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2348398076925773430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2348398076925773430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2348398076925773430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2348398076925773430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/world-is-his-outhouse.html' title='The World is His Outhouse'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-weIQwbteAhs/Tr28KgplMrI/AAAAAAAABSo/hh4u8TzQg4A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7322859032101273461</id><published>2011-11-06T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:04:56.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase is 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Chase all day on Friday. He loved it! He was spoiled with TONS of presents, which left Sam and I wondering what we are going to do for Christmas. Oh, well. We will worry about that another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ln43YsOfWCU/TrcOz1TrK6I/AAAAAAAABSc/hQr80CeZkl0/s1600/birthdaycollage.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: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ln43YsOfWCU/TrcOz1TrK6I/AAAAAAAABSc/hQr80CeZkl0/s400/birthdaycollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018539342146466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved blowing out his candle. So much, in fact, that he blew it out 6 times. 3 times when Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Taylor came over, and 3 times when Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Burr visited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf9_M7MBWtA/TrcOzxJVDdI/AAAAAAAABSQ/GXJKdQ9vl5A/s1600/bdaycollage2.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: 136px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf9_M7MBWtA/TrcOzxJVDdI/AAAAAAAABSQ/GXJKdQ9vl5A/s400/bdaycollage2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018538225012178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;At 3, Chase:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;**loves garbage trucks&lt;/b&gt;, or "Stinky", as he calls them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;still has not made it through an entire sacrament meeting&lt;/b&gt; (45 minutes is his longest stretch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;LOVES "tall, tall, big"&lt;/b&gt; (also known as milk... he likes us to fill up his cup "tall, tall, big)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;is potty trained!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;**is improving his speech&lt;/b&gt; every day. We are so proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;is the master&lt;/b&gt; of pestering Halle. They fight about 10 times a day (or 20... 30...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;loves following his Papas&lt;/b&gt; around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;loves going to school&lt;/b&gt; each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;loves helping his daddy&lt;/b&gt; with tools, yard work, or anything else Sam is doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;b&gt;is the sweetest little 3 year old around!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Chase! We love 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/3367637108565476799-7322859032101273461?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7322859032101273461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7322859032101273461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7322859032101273461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7322859032101273461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/chase-is-3.html' title='Chase is 3!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-ln43YsOfWCU/TrcOz1TrK6I/AAAAAAAABSc/hQr80CeZkl0/s72-c/birthdaycollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2332410162295756666</id><published>2011-10-28T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T18:19:26.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog has been nothing short of pathetic lately. True, things have been busy, but I could  have found time to catch up with all of you in cyberland. My apologies. So, instead of making individual posts about the last month, I'll sum it up in one post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Halle, our adorable first-grader, is in full school mode. She LOVES school. Her reading has really taken off, and her penmanship is almost better than mine. She makes life easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sy84guIxNn0/TqrJ4xc1M6I/AAAAAAAABR4/6gQ_5pIDyXw/s1600/Hallereading.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sy84guIxNn0/TqrJ4xc1M6I/AAAAAAAABR4/6gQ_5pIDyXw/s400/Hallereading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668565058183312290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We took Chase to the neurologist to get some more information on his speech. He is making a lot of progress, but he is no where near where an average child his age should be. The doctor diagnosed him with &lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/dysarthria-in-children.html"&gt;dysarthria&lt;/a&gt;. It sounds bad, but we've been dealing with this so long, that we were finally happy to have any sort of diagnosis. Basically, Chase will struggle with speech for a while, but our goal of having him speak mostly clear by kindergarten is still intact. I argue with the insurance company often because speech is considered developmental, so getting coverage for therapy is hard. Hopefully, this new diagnosis will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Road trip! We went to St. George over UEA break. I love taking the kids down there. We have such a good time just hanging out as a family. (Plus, there is a Christensen's there. Bonus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_An4PSSnCw/TqrJ4vE8LHI/AAAAAAAABRs/O4UXEheK5UE/s1600/Lizzie.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_An4PSSnCw/TqrJ4vE8LHI/AAAAAAAABRs/O4UXEheK5UE/s400/Lizzie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668565057546234994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was gorgeous, and once again, I left wondering why we don't just move down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biv-iKtDUwc/TqrJ37otUXI/AAAAAAAABRg/fr7e-JopceI/s1600/Chasegolf.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biv-iKtDUwc/TqrJ37otUXI/AAAAAAAABRg/fr7e-JopceI/s400/Chasegolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668565043737612658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam &amp;amp; Chase spent hours on the golf course. It looks like I've got another golf fanatic on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zO3KpbKwfbE/TqrJ3lbKuKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/jTe48Rdgt9k/s1600/SamChaseGolf.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: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zO3KpbKwfbE/TqrJ3lbKuKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/jTe48Rdgt9k/s400/SamChaseGolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668565037775239330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Lizzie entered babbleland. Because of Chase's speech difficulties, I've been watching Lizzie's speech signs closely. This month she took off! Yea! Here's what she says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: ma ma ma ma ma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lizzie: da da da da da&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5. We all went to the BYU/Idaho State game. I haven't gone to a BYU game in a long time, but we decided to risk taking all of the kids. They were awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;6. We made the annual visit to the pumpkin patch. Apparently, everyone in the valley found out about the pumpkin patch, because it was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBMna0uTMj4/TqrJ3XORoRI/AAAAAAAABRI/9MGY1tE1n6E/s1600/Hallepumpkins.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBMna0uTMj4/TqrJ3XORoRI/AAAAAAAABRI/9MGY1tE1n6E/s400/Hallepumpkins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668565033963069714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a fabulous time, and I even convinced them to pose for a few pictures. (Well, most of them.... I always have to get action shots of Chase.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSWXyCnyKqw/TqrJZeMK_KI/AAAAAAAABQ4/cEDF9-buJME/s1600/Chasepumpkins.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSWXyCnyKqw/TqrJZeMK_KI/AAAAAAAABQ4/cEDF9-buJME/s400/Chasepumpkins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668564520437218466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFWRoEZqO54/TqrJYdsziCI/AAAAAAAABQs/1zUAaepl9i8/s1600/SamLizzie.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: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFWRoEZqO54/TqrJYdsziCI/AAAAAAAABQs/1zUAaepl9i8/s400/SamLizzie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668564503125788706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1HGs706IcU/TqrJYKtImqI/AAAAAAAABQg/oi1_-b4VDKo/s1600/kidspumpkinpatch.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: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1HGs706IcU/TqrJYKtImqI/AAAAAAAABQg/oi1_-b4VDKo/s400/kidspumpkinpatch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668564498026896034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. We went to Chase's school Halloween party. It was amazing. I wasn't expecting much, but it blew away every Halloween bash I have ever attended. They had about 50 different games for the kids to play, lots of food &amp;amp; adorable decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WM233K-YpHA/TqrJXjXnOAI/AAAAAAAABQU/98QmtiPtB7I/s1600/AshleyLizzie.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: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WM233K-YpHA/TqrJXjXnOAI/AAAAAAAABQU/98QmtiPtB7I/s400/AshleyLizzie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668564487467644930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQbGV4upTsk/TqrJXffUhyI/AAAAAAAABQI/rn9zh_fkMvo/s1600/samchase.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: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQbGV4upTsk/TqrJXffUhyI/AAAAAAAABQI/rn9zh_fkMvo/s400/samchase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668564486426232610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. And, our best news... Chase is potty-trained! I convinced myself that he would be in diapers until he was 16, but after someone "stole" his diapers, it wasn't too bad. We make sure he goes to the bathroom a lot, so he's only had a few accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in sum, it has been a pretty good month. We've spent lots of time together, which makes us all happy, especially me! Bring on Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2332410162295756666?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2332410162295756666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2332410162295756666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2332410162295756666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2332410162295756666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-fest.html' title='October Fest'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-sy84guIxNn0/TqrJ4xc1M6I/AAAAAAAABR4/6gQ_5pIDyXw/s72-c/Hallereading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5279691963139851076</id><published>2011-09-14T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:41:58.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ahead and remove my name from the Mother-of-the-Year Ballot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I was a little tike, I loved &lt;i&gt;The Baby-Sitter's Club&lt;/i&gt; books. I read all of them. Even the Jr. Club books (and those were lame). So, needless to say, I was a pretty dedicated member of the Ann M. Martin fan club. In one book (#33 &lt;i&gt;Claudia &amp;amp; the Great Search&lt;/i&gt;--google it&lt;i&gt;), &lt;/i&gt;Claudia is convinced that she is adopted for a variety of reasons, one of which is that her parent's don't have as many pictures of her childhood as her older sister. &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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFSsJQ7TMHE/TnEFwcET7uI/AAAAAAAABP8/86njEYS_A9M/s400/DSCN0771.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652305337052819170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I've taken you through a second grade book report, I'll explain what made me think of that story. Our sweet Lizzie is adorable. She is sweet. She has the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. And, me, her pathetic mother, have a few handfuls of pictures of her. &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: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUJcNjU3Ug0/TnEFwF1e59I/AAAAAAAABP0/BTHUct1fCpc/s400/DSCN0735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652305331085043666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Halle was 8 months old, I had a few thousand pics of every possible baby moment available. When Chase came, my documentation slowed significantly, but there are still lots of pictures of most of Chase's babyhood.&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: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-na79ZtfAYk4/TnEFv1LPGCI/AAAAAAAABPs/Iq4k3ARnfJk/s400/DSCN0767.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652305326612879394" /&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to remind myself to take pictures of Lizzie. I don't pack the camera around most of the time. If I did, Chase would bury it in the sandbox, or squirt it with the hose. To me, that's a pretty good excuse.&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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1LUOfMRPJws/TnEFvv4IUhI/AAAAAAAABPk/siS0emt-0fk/s400/DSCN0731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652305325190566418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kCqN_VKfUk/TnEFvcrX0PI/AAAAAAAABPc/7L_iEyGRjmE/s1600/DSCN0727.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, one day, when Lizzie comes up to me and asks why Halle &amp;amp; Chase photo pile trumps hers, I'll hand her a really old, ragged copy of &lt;i&gt;The Baby-Sitter's Club &lt;/i&gt;because I'm pretty sure that Claudia's parents gave her some good, loving advice at the end of that book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kCqN_VKfUk/TnEFvcrX0PI/AAAAAAAABPc/7L_iEyGRjmE/s1600/DSCN0727.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: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kCqN_VKfUk/TnEFvcrX0PI/AAAAAAAABPc/7L_iEyGRjmE/s400/DSCN0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652305320036782322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it amazing how "literature" can help us out! Thank you, Miss Ann M. Martin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-5279691963139851076?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5279691963139851076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5279691963139851076' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5279691963139851076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5279691963139851076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/09/go-ahead-and-remove-my-name-from-mother.html' title='Go ahead and remove my name from the Mother-of-the-Year Ballot'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-nFSsJQ7TMHE/TnEFwcET7uI/AAAAAAAABP8/86njEYS_A9M/s72-c/DSCN0771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-985783676057478</id><published>2011-08-30T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:53:00.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night at our annual (two years running) "Back-to-School Dinner Extravaganza," Sam and I both told Halle all about our first grade years. It was amazing how much we remembered. So, it's a little surreal that we have a little girl entering the first grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle has been so excited to start school. She loves school, and we love that she loves it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yw_jxiE3Uuk/Tl0ECEYofYI/AAAAAAAABPM/8bT96UQLWDs/s1600/DSCN0750.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yw_jxiE3Uuk/Tl0ECEYofYI/AAAAAAAABPM/8bT96UQLWDs/s400/DSCN0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646673941375778178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl9dW6glBiw/Tl0EB0UScUI/AAAAAAAABPE/uVskIh1qGpo/s1600/DSCN0751.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl9dW6glBiw/Tl0EB0UScUI/AAAAAAAABPE/uVskIh1qGpo/s400/DSCN0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646673937062588738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we saw her class list this year, she was a little disappointed that she didn't have any friends in her class. After a few days of feeling bad, she finally said, "Mom, I'm just going to be super nice to everybody, and be everyone's friend." What a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOfeewTOptQ/Tl0EBoydY2I/AAAAAAAABO8/wgyCHy4hffY/s1600/DSCN0752.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOfeewTOptQ/Tl0EBoydY2I/AAAAAAAABO8/wgyCHy4hffY/s400/DSCN0752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646673933967909730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kFbJyXhxcc/Tl0EBUUobGI/AAAAAAAABO0/1rmvs17kSIg/s1600/DSCN0753.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kFbJyXhxcc/Tl0EBUUobGI/AAAAAAAABO0/1rmvs17kSIg/s400/DSCN0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646673928474094690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dp5jFkTIMqc/Tl0EA_QPAhI/AAAAAAAABOs/_oeJLRDmpwk/s1600/DSCN0754.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dp5jFkTIMqc/Tl0EA_QPAhI/AAAAAAAABOs/_oeJLRDmpwk/s400/DSCN0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646673922818507282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so excited to watch Halle learn and grow this year. First grade is going to be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-985783676057478?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/985783676057478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=985783676057478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/985783676057478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/985783676057478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='First Day of First Grade'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-yw_jxiE3Uuk/Tl0ECEYofYI/AAAAAAAABPM/8bT96UQLWDs/s72-c/DSCN0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3211082786676731325</id><published>2011-08-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:38:32.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know the Trouble I've Seen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the next issue of the dictionary, I'm pretty sure if you look up the word "trouble" there will be a picture of Chase next to it. I know, I know. Everyone says that their two-year-old is challenging, but according to Sam, Chase is in the top 5% of naughty two-year-olds. I don't know what research he conducted to come up with that statistic, but I'm pretty sure he's right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But every now and again, Chase is completely adorable. His big, brown eyes have super powers. It's true. He can get pretty much anything he wants with those puppy-dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KBfZZcAAos/TkwrxVKxNMI/AAAAAAAABOU/CQQKSoeTAH0/s1600/DSCN0715.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KBfZZcAAos/TkwrxVKxNMI/AAAAAAAABOU/CQQKSoeTAH0/s400/DSCN0715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641932559684285634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was one of those days when Chase completely melted our hearts. He started toddler class today. His class is part of the early intervention program that he is a part of to improve his speech. He walked right into class (backpack included) and didn't bat an eye when we left. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u94_1pt1e7Y/TkwrxPGNrhI/AAAAAAAABOM/9vIQzq7WYYM/s1600/DSCN0716.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u94_1pt1e7Y/TkwrxPGNrhI/AAAAAAAABOM/9vIQzq7WYYM/s400/DSCN0716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641932558054567442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His teacher said he had a fabulous day. Imagine that! I was nervous that he was going to get the ol' "heave ho" after day one. But, alas, Chase behaved. We couldn't be prouder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QF-5eXhQvWw/Tkwrw3Xc3nI/AAAAAAAABOE/BPKg0X0Hoo0/s1600/DSCN0717.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QF-5eXhQvWw/Tkwrw3Xc3nI/AAAAAAAABOE/BPKg0X0Hoo0/s400/DSCN0717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641932551684415090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once he turns 3, he will enter a speech preschool. We are hopeful that these opportunities give him as much help as he needs to work on his speech delay. But, in the meantime, he is growing up, and having a great time. So, watch out, World. Here comes Trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3211082786676731325?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3211082786676731325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3211082786676731325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3211082786676731325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3211082786676731325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-dont-know-trouble-ive-seen.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know the Trouble I&apos;ve Seen...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-4KBfZZcAAos/TkwrxVKxNMI/AAAAAAAABOU/CQQKSoeTAH0/s72-c/DSCN0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6526279237548931540</id><published>2011-08-04T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:20:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I remember as a child, summer always reached a point where it was definitely time to go back to school. I'd splashed, rode, and eaten enough popsicles to suffice my needs. Eventually--even though I hated to admit it--I needed a schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have nearly reached that point in our house this summer. We love the sunshine and the fun of outdoors, but we need a reason to be out of our pajamas before 11:00. The last few weeks have entered G&lt;i&gt;roundhog Day &lt;/i&gt;mode. Each day is a near mirror image of the prior day. Here's our rundown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 a.m.:&lt;/b&gt; Halle heads downstairs to watch t.v. in her underwear. Always in her underwear. Apparently she's decided putting on pajamas takes too much work. Lizzie plays with toys. Chase is still asleep. Sam heads off to work, and I start getting ready for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuvRdSqXYX4/TjsK7qlHN_I/AAAAAAAABN8/j7UMERCw7q4/s1600/DSCN0681.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuvRdSqXYX4/TjsK7qlHN_I/AAAAAAAABN8/j7UMERCw7q4/s400/DSCN0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637111378742818802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:00 a.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Chase wakes up and asks for dad. Not home. Chase cries. Halle still in the basement. Lizzie eats. Me? Still not ready.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQxYBfjDEWM/TjsK7h8UwtI/AAAAAAAABN0/8qKTo2TIaIk/s1600/DSCN0702.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQxYBfjDEWM/TjsK7h8UwtI/AAAAAAAABN0/8qKTo2TIaIk/s400/DSCN0702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637111376424256210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:00 a.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Halle &amp;amp; Chase fight. I break it up. Lizzie naps. Chase wakes her up. Me? Closer, but still not ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12:00 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Lunch. Everyone is finally ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z48Urg5QU-8/TjsK7cjcg2I/AAAAAAAABNs/5UuMy1EK2-c/s1600/DSCN0675.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z48Urg5QU-8/TjsK7cjcg2I/AAAAAAAABNs/5UuMy1EK2-c/s400/DSCN0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637111374977729378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:00 p.m.:&lt;/b&gt; We head outside, where we will remain for most of the day. Chase proceeds to start moving the recycling bins around. He likes to line up our trash cans with the neighbors. Sometimes he can convince a neighbor kid to help him out on his quest. Apparently, the outdoor toys are no longer fun, so we have to look for other forms of entertainment. Lizzie chills on my lap or in her playpen. Halle plays with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2:00 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Popsicles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv4LP7MqNac/TjsJ4JyMcgI/AAAAAAAABNk/ONqUrWVR5Z0/s1600/DSCN0686.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv4LP7MqNac/TjsJ4JyMcgI/AAAAAAAABNk/ONqUrWVR5Z0/s400/DSCN0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637110218888081922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:00 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Lizzie heads in to nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nseCeX-yC4U/TjsJ3_KpkiI/AAAAAAAABNc/Nl5H3UNvnfw/s1600/DSCN0692.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nseCeX-yC4U/TjsJ3_KpkiI/AAAAAAAABNc/Nl5H3UNvnfw/s400/DSCN0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637110216037863970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;5:30 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Sam comes home! I hand Chase off to him. Lizzie wakes up. I start making dinner with Lizzie perched on my hip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:30 ish: &lt;/b&gt;Dinner. Someone spills something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXsYU6BVn8U/TjsJ3iSWStI/AAAAAAAABNU/YjvPHhQ-_ow/s1600/DSCN0696.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXsYU6BVn8U/TjsJ3iSWStI/AAAAAAAABNU/YjvPHhQ-_ow/s400/DSCN0696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637110208285526738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:00 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Back outside for a walk or chit-chat with the neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj-bIJoWkzo/TjsJ3SIDEII/AAAAAAAABNM/hSdCCGnZltM/s1600/DSCN0705.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj-bIJoWkzo/TjsJ3SIDEII/AAAAAAAABNM/hSdCCGnZltM/s400/DSCN0705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637110203947356290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:30 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;We come in and try to convince the kids to go to bed. Lizzie obeys. Halle &amp;amp; Chase don't. Cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:30 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Chase falls asleep. Halle occupies herself. I don't know what she does. I'm too exhausted to check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-492o8LH_PVY/TjsJ3EHWj_I/AAAAAAAABNE/g_yrXRZUXn0/s1600/DSCN0703.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-492o8LH_PVY/TjsJ3EHWj_I/AAAAAAAABNE/g_yrXRZUXn0/s400/DSCN0703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637110200186343410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:00 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;News.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:00 p.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12:30 a.m.: &lt;/b&gt;Lizzie cries. Sam never hears her. I always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we do it again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-6526279237548931540?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6526279237548931540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6526279237548931540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6526279237548931540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6526279237548931540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog Days of Summer'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-CuvRdSqXYX4/TjsK7qlHN_I/AAAAAAAABN8/j7UMERCw7q4/s72-c/DSCN0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5632682032497925778</id><published>2011-07-08T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T07:15:30.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime. And the Livin' is Easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Summer. I love you. It is so much fun to bask in the sunshine, and spend hours sitting on the grass. I love you so much, that blogging has taken a backseat. A major backseat. So, what does one do when there's lots of pictures and only so much time inside to blog? I know! A big, fat, throw everything into one blog post, kind of post. So here you go, peeps. Our summer. At least the last few weeks of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We made our grand reentrance to Salina for the 4th of July. It has been years since I have been back for the 4th, and we had a fabulous time. The carnival was great. We left with pocketfuls of prized possessions. Lunch at El Mexicano was super tasty, and visits with my grandparents were long overdue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPQ36d4Z1fA/Thcu9V2plQI/AAAAAAAABMk/S-2ZpRm49AI/s1600/DSCN0635.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPQ36d4Z1fA/Thcu9V2plQI/AAAAAAAABMk/S-2ZpRm49AI/s400/DSCN0635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627017890795984130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGZ6gGC94vg/Thcu8yCrTYI/AAAAAAAABMc/IuyoMrJ_IsM/s1600/DSCN0639.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGZ6gGC94vg/Thcu8yCrTYI/AAAAAAAABMc/IuyoMrJ_IsM/s400/DSCN0639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627017881182752130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iJw5RtRT4Y/Thcu8qLRBVI/AAAAAAAABMU/Eq49OOxM5bo/s1600/DSCN0631.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iJw5RtRT4Y/Thcu8qLRBVI/AAAAAAAABMU/Eq49OOxM5bo/s400/DSCN0631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627017879071294802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We headed back to SLC in the afternoon to enjoy a BBQ with Sam's family and one of the greatest fireworks shows I have ever seen. My father-in-law is like a 12-year-old when it comes to blowing things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We have been using my parent's Thanksgiving Point pass a lot. My kids love that place. And, when we are there, we are happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_zQR9WftnE/Thcu8HJkmxI/AAAAAAAABMM/Y73uKovqlKQ/s1600/DSCN0586.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_zQR9WftnE/Thcu8HJkmxI/AAAAAAAABMM/Y73uKovqlKQ/s400/DSCN0586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627017869668948754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Of course, until we aren't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uXWWhJru_YQ/Thcu76t9NzI/AAAAAAAABME/HGRcAF-Zb88/s1600/DSCN0585.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uXWWhJru_YQ/Thcu76t9NzI/AAAAAAAABME/HGRcAF-Zb88/s400/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627017866331895602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the sun is shining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KA3FU2XVvoM/ThctQq2TK3I/AAAAAAAABL8/_CMP_4nhZeA/s1600/DSCN0595.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KA3FU2XVvoM/ThctQq2TK3I/AAAAAAAABL8/_CMP_4nhZeA/s400/DSCN0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627016023825918834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OZaRCHwMGQ/ThctQGTeEZI/AAAAAAAABL0/hN_Q53eWI94/s1600/DSCN0577.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OZaRCHwMGQ/ThctQGTeEZI/AAAAAAAABL0/hN_Q53eWI94/s400/DSCN0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627016014016156050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the water is splashing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QROJnsBaQKM/ThctP4MEVEI/AAAAAAAABLs/FtW88bTwzWo/s1600/DSCN0578.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QROJnsBaQKM/ThctP4MEVEI/AAAAAAAABLs/FtW88bTwzWo/s400/DSCN0578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627016010227012674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the horses are perfectly kid-friendly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCUopGQYjHM/ThctOk-PDeI/AAAAAAAABLc/TipDiKUKiQw/s400/DSCN0664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627015987888852450" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, the toys are tasty.... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqhrHyZsYoo/ThctPJGGOaI/AAAAAAAABLk/fF5dax-xN1k/s1600/DSCN0655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqhrHyZsYoo/ThctPJGGOaI/AAAAAAAABLk/fF5dax-xN1k/s1600/DSCN0655.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: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqhrHyZsYoo/ThctPJGGOaI/AAAAAAAABLk/fF5dax-xN1k/s400/DSCN0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627015997585504674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, pretty much that sums up our summer. Or, at least a few days of it. The rest of the time we are outside. But, I mentioned that already. I, don't, however, have any pictures of that. Feel free to imagine for yourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Weekend, All! Enjoy some sunshine!&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/3367637108565476799-5632682032497925778?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5632682032497925778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5632682032497925778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5632682032497925778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5632682032497925778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/07/summertime-and-livin-is-easy.html' title='Summertime. And the Livin&apos; is Easy.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-rPQ36d4Z1fA/Thcu9V2plQI/AAAAAAAABMk/S-2ZpRm49AI/s72-c/DSCN0635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3669972852609434235</id><published>2011-06-08T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:19:30.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life is gloriously simple at our house these days. We pretty much spend all day outside basking in every minute of sunshine available. Chase is completely hilarious. He wakes up every morning and grabs his Crocs so he can go outside. Sometimes we wonder if we should just pitch a tent for him in the backyard, so he doesn't even have to come in at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of our simplicity, we do have completely memorable moments. For one, Chase is obsessed with lambs. Like totally obsessed. He goes around saying, "baa baa" all the time. So, when Sam found out about the sheep festival at Thanksgiving Point, he knew it was a perfect activity for them. Sam said that Chase had his perfect day. I keep telling Sam that I want to get Chase a pet lamb with a little bell that Chase can walk around like a dog. And, as a bonus, it would help out on Sam's mowing responsibilities. Not a bad idea, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ1Nn4dw4CQ/Te_4wUE1y0I/AAAAAAAABLU/7hifYIT2Hco/s1600/DSC02183.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ1Nn4dw4CQ/Te_4wUE1y0I/AAAAAAAABLU/7hifYIT2Hco/s400/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980769260718914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqHsCFlInhc/Te_4wF3hX3I/AAAAAAAABLM/3QcVB21CnMg/s1600/DSC02196.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqHsCFlInhc/Te_4wF3hX3I/AAAAAAAABLM/3QcVB21CnMg/s400/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980765446758258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In "Lizzie Land," life has had a few exciting changes. For one, she finally gets to add to her diet! Rice cereal, baby! She eats like a champion, and most recently slept through the night. It's about time! She's adorable, and we just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBeY3xOUYZ4/Te_4vpHCfrI/AAAAAAAABLE/i-v9IrO4ieE/s1600/DSCN0489.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBeY3xOUYZ4/Te_4vpHCfrI/AAAAAAAABLE/i-v9IrO4ieE/s400/DSCN0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980757727215282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle finished kindergarten! She has loved school this year, and we have loved watching her learn. She never forgets about homework or reading time. She is looking forward to first grade, because in her words, "eating lunch at school is going to be awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz31Are92TE/Te_4N9UhWMI/AAAAAAAABK8/L5iWg9ERxaw/s1600/DSCN0520.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz31Are92TE/Te_4N9UhWMI/AAAAAAAABK8/L5iWg9ERxaw/s400/DSCN0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980179036920002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also had her spring dance recital. She is such a showy performer. We love watching her dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA5UPMSeCqo/Te_4NpcaGlI/AAAAAAAABK0/zapcEwrZ58g/s1600/DSCN0532.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA5UPMSeCqo/Te_4NpcaGlI/AAAAAAAABK0/zapcEwrZ58g/s400/DSCN0532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980173701290578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSWZlmHvjtA/Te_4NHTVMdI/AAAAAAAABKs/4adMo6GMW-8/s1600/DSCN0533.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSWZlmHvjtA/Te_4NHTVMdI/AAAAAAAABKs/4adMo6GMW-8/s400/DSCN0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980164536414674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older girls in Halle's dance company did a Toy Story production number. It was amazing. Check out these costumes...  spot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TN4Vibl2Yg0/Te_4M8SPvSI/AAAAAAAABKk/Hwaix__QpSc/s1600/DSCN0534.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TN4Vibl2Yg0/Te_4M8SPvSI/AAAAAAAABKk/Hwaix__QpSc/s400/DSCN0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980161579072802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though life is relatively simple, we still play hard, and sometimes get completely tuckered out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dY6qHhWmR8s/Te_4MfnB9cI/AAAAAAAABKc/16qVaClyWag/s1600/DSCN0537.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dY6qHhWmR8s/Te_4MfnB9cI/AAAAAAAABKc/16qVaClyWag/s400/DSCN0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615980153881621954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3669972852609434235?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3669972852609434235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3669972852609434235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3669972852609434235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3669972852609434235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/grab-bag.html' title='Grab Bag'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-CJ1Nn4dw4CQ/Te_4wUE1y0I/AAAAAAAABLU/7hifYIT2Hco/s72-c/DSC02183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5113085711882189708</id><published>2011-05-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T16:37:07.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, I spend a lot of my time in "if only" land. "If only" we made more money. "If only" we had a walk-in closet. "If only" I had washboard abs. But, at the end of the day we are incredibly blessed. Why? Because we have been given the sweetest, cutest, best 3 children around. They make our life beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtppfKFWclA/TdxHLgHXheI/AAAAAAAABJw/QVRvBvQgG1w/s1600/2011-5096-30.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: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtppfKFWclA/TdxHLgHXheI/AAAAAAAABJw/QVRvBvQgG1w/s400/2011-5096-30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610437498721764834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXfdJFA_Myo/TdxG4W5m77I/AAAAAAAABJo/sKl2rGZiCsY/s1600/2011-5096-33.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: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXfdJFA_Myo/TdxG4W5m77I/AAAAAAAABJo/sKl2rGZiCsY/s400/2011-5096-33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610437169830621106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FLAnnQ46ckE/TdxGpI3W2sI/AAAAAAAABJg/s3pXBu1mJsI/s1600/2011-5096-5.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: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FLAnnQ46ckE/TdxGpI3W2sI/AAAAAAAABJg/s3pXBu1mJsI/s400/2011-5096-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610436908365044418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bS6fCCarag/TdxGo1bZSmI/AAAAAAAABJY/bPI4TDFa4vs/s1600/2011-5096-22.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: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bS6fCCarag/TdxGo1bZSmI/AAAAAAAABJY/bPI4TDFa4vs/s400/2011-5096-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610436903147489890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFtMw_1t_Ek/TdxGooH8VAI/AAAAAAAABJQ/CKDZJhoTVX8/s1600/2011-5096-42.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXFGl7uMZl8/TdxCODJLO8I/AAAAAAAABIY/gqA49oDAJhs/s400/2011-5096-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610432044926188482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ5rcHFtA3U/TdxCNuvIBKI/AAAAAAAABIQ/DUOnzZd6A1Y/s1600/2011-5096-20.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: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ5rcHFtA3U/TdxCNuvIBKI/AAAAAAAABIQ/DUOnzZd6A1Y/s400/2011-5096-20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610432039448216738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YX7ujxPZ-FE/TdxB9SaIEOI/AAAAAAAABII/vHfPqxnKkSI/s1600/2011-5096-47.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: 400px; height: 286px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YX7ujxPZ-FE/TdxB9SaIEOI/AAAAAAAABII/vHfPqxnKkSI/s400/2011-5096-47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610431756966039778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos from &lt;a href="http://www.fotofly.com"&gt;here&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/3367637108565476799-5113085711882189708?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5113085711882189708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5113085711882189708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5113085711882189708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5113085711882189708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-beautiful-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Beautiful Life'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-GtppfKFWclA/TdxHLgHXheI/AAAAAAAABJw/QVRvBvQgG1w/s72-c/2011-5096-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2848767300509852874</id><published>2011-05-14T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:28:01.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeJa6HCfAF0/Tc7it_pdNgI/AAAAAAAABH0/piVquAgvYbE/s1600/DSCN0473.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeJa6HCfAF0/Tc7it_pdNgI/AAAAAAAABH0/piVquAgvYbE/s400/DSCN0473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606667865930151426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sweet Lizzie just turned four months. Where did the time go? Sam mentioned that she doesn't look like an infant anymore. She has entered full baby mode.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lizzie has the cutest chubby legs and cheeks. Totally kissable. She coos all the time. And, most recently, she has started rolling over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her nap schedule is non-existent, because our house is so loud. We certainly need to work on that. She HATES the bottle. In two weeks, Sam and I have &lt;i&gt;Les Mis &lt;/i&gt;tickets, so we have two weeks to acclimate her to drinking from the bottle. (Any special tricks out there?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lizzie is certainly an angel, and we love watching her grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2848767300509852874?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2848767300509852874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2848767300509852874' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2848767300509852874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2848767300509852874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/four-real.html' title='FOUR Real?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-NeJa6HCfAF0/Tc7it_pdNgI/AAAAAAAABH0/piVquAgvYbE/s72-c/DSCN0473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7197874593881024341</id><published>2011-04-26T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:24:25.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We spent the weekend in St. George. Ummm... fabulous! I've decided I want to live there. Like I really want to live there. I told Sam to update his resume and move me there. Stat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few highlights from our weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throwing rocks down a window well... &lt;i&gt;totally fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUGkNtIDm9s/Tbb05K1o0nI/AAAAAAAABGk/grNrp_FFMn0/s1600/DSCN0337.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUGkNtIDm9s/Tbb05K1o0nI/AAAAAAAABGk/grNrp_FFMn0/s400/DSCN0337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599932449680839282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking at Zions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUuHms2mCsg/Tbb042NM67I/AAAAAAAABGc/CumlyMpqveA/s1600/DSCN0338.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUuHms2mCsg/Tbb042NM67I/AAAAAAAABGc/CumlyMpqveA/s400/DSCN0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599932444142529458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vRoj42kE1Y/Tbb04kXinHI/AAAAAAAABGU/JXTF8_rAR-Y/s1600/DSCN0351.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vRoj42kE1Y/Tbb04kXinHI/AAAAAAAABGU/JXTF8_rAR-Y/s400/DSCN0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599932439354055794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chillin' at Sam's grandmother's condo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vRoj42kE1Y/Tbb04kXinHI/AAAAAAAABGU/JXTF8_rAR-Y/s1600/DSCN0351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6v6eQUSZAI/Tbb0fvZn3vI/AAAAAAAABGE/ACQ6Pjl2C2E/s1600/DSCN0358.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6v6eQUSZAI/Tbb0fvZn3vI/AAAAAAAABGE/ACQ6Pjl2C2E/s400/DSCN0358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599932012818849522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Searching for Easter eggs in our jammies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Oqqabi8CJI/Tbb0fXFxBEI/AAAAAAAABF8/v03CqDM8RXY/s1600/DSCN0392.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Oqqabi8CJI/Tbb0fXFxBEI/AAAAAAAABF8/v03CqDM8RXY/s400/DSCN0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599932006293111874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3F_Y8k5anNo/Tbb0eCdcKhI/AAAAAAAABF0/lmOkvFa5Jq8/s1600/DSCN0398.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3F_Y8k5anNo/Tbb0eCdcKhI/AAAAAAAABF0/lmOkvFa5Jq8/s400/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931983575394834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1QipU5k9pm8/Tbb0bK634wI/AAAAAAAABFs/XXlwP3JrIX0/s1600/DSCN0399.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1QipU5k9pm8/Tbb0bK634wI/AAAAAAAABFs/XXlwP3JrIX0/s400/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931934306722562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing at the golf course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPG1or4xK5U/Tbbz2KNgDzI/AAAAAAAABFk/-hEVNUH-6vo/s1600/DSCN0417.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPG1or4xK5U/Tbbz2KNgDzI/AAAAAAAABFk/-hEVNUH-6vo/s400/DSCN0417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931298461257522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pKxmw-Vkzs/Tbbz13oxBBI/AAAAAAAABFc/Aib-NFT50Yc/s1600/DSCN0420.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pKxmw-Vkzs/Tbbz13oxBBI/AAAAAAAABFc/Aib-NFT50Yc/s400/DSCN0420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931293475341330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checking out potato bugs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFyPMYIMfXQ/Tbbz1aIVnqI/AAAAAAAABFU/I1PhLjGhA80/s1600/DSCN0426.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFyPMYIMfXQ/Tbbz1aIVnqI/AAAAAAAABFU/I1PhLjGhA80/s400/DSCN0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931285554699938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, proof that Sam and I were part of the weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03LpTp2gZX4/Tbbz02iZdFI/AAAAAAAABFM/_dwvSt7zGB0/s1600/DSCN0429.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03LpTp2gZX4/Tbbz02iZdFI/AAAAAAAABFM/_dwvSt7zGB0/s400/DSCN0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931276000326738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pG9QE2lIKAw/Tbbz0tHkpEI/AAAAAAAABFE/2JoK9QZWITs/s1600/DSCN0430.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pG9QE2lIKAw/Tbbz0tHkpEI/AAAAAAAABFE/2JoK9QZWITs/s400/DSCN0430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931273471894594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other highlights included watching &lt;i&gt;The Ten Commandments &lt;/i&gt;for the first time (super long, but good!), and introducing the kids to Dairy Queen (and then having to go there nearly every meal). A fabulous time was had by all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returning home to rain and cold... not so fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-7197874593881024341?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7197874593881024341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7197874593881024341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7197874593881024341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7197874593881024341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-getaway.html' title='A Little Getaway'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-DUGkNtIDm9s/Tbb05K1o0nI/AAAAAAAABGk/grNrp_FFMn0/s72-c/DSCN0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-8992009948451558480</id><published>2011-04-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:35:52.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Slow Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Chase was born, we had no idea how appropriate his name would become. We have been "chasing" him since he learned to move. He's always on the go, so experiencing the last few days with him have been different, to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, we took Chase to Primary Children's Hospital to have his ear tubes replaced and his tonsils and adenoids removed. On the surgery scale, it is a pretty routine procedure, but it was still difficult watching my little 2-year-old head off to the operation room with the doctors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NraTw_L92QE/Tay2LSjpueI/AAAAAAAABE0/hR9-vtdFrsc/s400/DSCN0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597048741990873570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70WCkADVncU/Tayu1howXDI/AAAAAAAABEk/8e6PV0aQ9s0/s1600/DSCN0324.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70WCkADVncU/Tayu1howXDI/AAAAAAAABEk/8e6PV0aQ9s0/s400/DSCN0324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597040671500295218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase's surgery went like clockwork. His old tubes were completely blocked, so it's nice to know he can hear better now. His enlarged tonsils and adenoids are now gone, making sleeping (and hopefully talking) easier. Since then, we have spent many hours cuddling our little man. He doesn't open his mouth much, and he looks sad most of the time, but every once in a while we see the real Chase, and we can't wait until he feels good again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this process, Halle and Lizzie have been amazing girls. Halle has been so thoughtful and considerate of Chase, and Lizzie has been spending a lot of extra time in her bouncy chair and bassinet without too much protest. Thanks for your help, girlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6eBGNqtpOI/Tayu1dp6BXI/AAAAAAAABEc/dTR-NcMJq6g/s1600/DSCN0329.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6eBGNqtpOI/Tayu1dp6BXI/AAAAAAAABEc/dTR-NcMJq6g/s400/DSCN0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597040670431380850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-8992009948451558480?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8992009948451558480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=8992009948451558480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8992009948451558480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8992009948451558480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-in-slow-lane.html' title='Life in the Slow Lane'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-NraTw_L92QE/Tay2LSjpueI/AAAAAAAABE0/hR9-vtdFrsc/s72-c/DSCN0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3479761982527790267</id><published>2011-04-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:59:54.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIX &amp; So Spectacular!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Halle all weekend. On Friday 10 of her friends came over for a very loud, very high-pitched birthday party. (&lt;i&gt;I've discovered that next year, I'm either buying her off, or going somewhere else for her party.) &lt;/i&gt;Even though Sam and I were exhausted through the entire party, Halle was as happy as I've ever seen her. And, for that, we were happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjuLwJcHnk8/TZzj5OtHNTI/AAAAAAAABD8/zy57BVnOIxI/s1600/DSC02171.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjuLwJcHnk8/TZzj5OtHNTI/AAAAAAAABD8/zy57BVnOIxI/s400/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592595409626674482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iX3V2-S24Pc/TZzj4tjhn9I/AAAAAAAABD0/CMpBHYWF6ec/s1600/DSC02177.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iX3V2-S24Pc/TZzj4tjhn9I/AAAAAAAABD0/CMpBHYWF6ec/s400/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592595400728092626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, her actual birthday, my family came over and we went to Halle's favorite joint Panda Express. Afterwards, we had cupcakes back at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YI8dJkXlmOo/TZzj4UH4rUI/AAAAAAAABDs/qqpjlzKh9sc/s1600/DSCN0293.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YI8dJkXlmOo/TZzj4UH4rUI/AAAAAAAABDs/qqpjlzKh9sc/s400/DSCN0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592595393901276482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xk6oDM6oCo4/TZzj4I5V5VI/AAAAAAAABDk/SHgpr0juDwE/s1600/DSCN0294.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xk6oDM6oCo4/TZzj4I5V5VI/AAAAAAAABDk/SHgpr0juDwE/s400/DSCN0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592595390887486802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, we went to Sam's parents house, where we ate (at Halle's request) "beef and potatoes." We watched &lt;i&gt;Tangled&lt;/i&gt; and had a great time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 6, Halle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a whiz! She excels at school and loves to read. We are beyond proud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a testimony. She really knows her Heavenly Father, and we get to know Him better through her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves sugar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a good friend. At her most recent parent/teacher conference Mrs. Holt told us that she is kind and considerate of everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves dance, gymnastics, and soccer. She's a busy gal!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is an amazing big sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves watching &lt;i&gt;The Amazing Race &lt;/i&gt;with us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is beautiful!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you, Halle! Happy Birthday!&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/3367637108565476799-3479761982527790267?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3479761982527790267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3479761982527790267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3479761982527790267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3479761982527790267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-so-spectacular.html' title='SIX &amp; So Spectacular!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-UjuLwJcHnk8/TZzj5OtHNTI/AAAAAAAABD8/zy57BVnOIxI/s72-c/DSC02171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6295713246526325247</id><published>2011-03-29T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T18:28:55.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYMZTWgMwB0/TZJza4kTj2I/AAAAAAAABDc/1RJ_136MYRs/s1600/DSCN0276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYMZTWgMwB0/TZJza4kTj2I/AAAAAAAABDc/1RJ_136MYRs/s400/DSCN0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589656993218662242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I've mentioned before, Chase is progressing slowly with his speech. He understands everything we say, but getting him to actually say a word is pretty tough. He has about 15-20 words that he uses regularly, but that's it. (An average 2 1/2 year old says 300-500.) About a week ago, his speech therapist told me that she's afraid he might have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apraxia&lt;/span&gt;, which is a disorder where the brain can't tell the mouth how to speak. It is quite rare, and difficult to "cure." Most kids with apraxia are in speech therapy 3x a week for years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After worrying nostop for two straight days, I finally started making phone calls to see what we needed to do. I contacted his pediatrician, who referred me to a speech pathologist through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Primary's&lt;/span&gt; to get another opinion. I also contacted his ear, nose and throat doctor to get his ear tubes checked to see if his hearing was blocked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads me to today. We went to the new speech therapist, who was amazing. She worked so well with Chase, and he loved playing with her. She seems to think that Chase is just progressing at a slower rate, and isn't seeing many red flags pointing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apraxia&lt;/span&gt;. She couldn't completely rule &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apraxia&lt;/span&gt; out in a two-hour session (it's a difficult diagnosis), but we left feeling so much better about Chase's future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon we went to Chase's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ENT doctor&lt;/span&gt;, where we found out that his ears tubes are blocked, which is decreasing his hearing, and his tonsils are enlarged, which is making speaking difficult. Finally, an answer! He now has to go into surgery to replace his ear tubes and get his tonsils and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adenoids&lt;/span&gt; removed. We've been through the surgery with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; before, and it is hard, but we are so happy that Chase is going to be okay. We are hopeful that his speech will come shortly following the surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week has been filled with a lot of prayers and worry, and even though we are not out of the woods yet, we think we are going in the right direction. Hopefully in a couple months, I get to post about how much Chase is saying. That would be music to my ears.&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/3367637108565476799-6295713246526325247?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6295713246526325247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6295713246526325247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6295713246526325247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6295713246526325247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-ive-mentioned-before-chase-is.html' title='My Boy'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-QYMZTWgMwB0/TZJza4kTj2I/AAAAAAAABDc/1RJ_136MYRs/s72-c/DSCN0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3733196219584544062</id><published>2011-03-07T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:21:04.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lizzie's Blessing Day was on Sunday. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her dress (the same dress Halle wore). It was wonderful to have both families in attendance. Lizzie is so lucky to have so many people around that love and look out for her. Sam did a beautiful job with the blessing, as he has with all of our children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so grateful to my Heavenly Father for entrusting us with His beautiful daughter. Lizzie has been such a joy to have in our home. I love being her mom. She makes our family complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3b6DiOv_yfU/TXUo0HYEHfI/AAAAAAAABDU/Os2mlzzcZYM/s1600/DSCN0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3b6DiOv_yfU/TXUo0HYEHfI/AAAAAAAABDU/Os2mlzzcZYM/s400/DSCN0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581412188993887730" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-GgROG6mjxEQ/TXUozzcbWyI/AAAAAAAABDM/7J0xrlIw-As/s1600/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgROG6mjxEQ/TXUozzcbWyI/AAAAAAAABDM/7J0xrlIw-As/s400/DSCN0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581412183643478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MB617iXHj0/TXUozrO8aLI/AAAAAAAABDE/TxpNjqeVpU0/s1600/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tptyJ8Gqck/TXUn1F3EDpI/AAAAAAAABC0/UyAtk5v8-NA/s400/DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581411106255277714" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-Xi_zXTsZi78/TXUn051TLKI/AAAAAAAABCs/XwZBmpydVys/s1600/DSCN0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xi_zXTsZi78/TXUn051TLKI/AAAAAAAABCs/XwZBmpydVys/s400/DSCN0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581411103026654370" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-79FxYpMfCMw/TXUn0mhik6I/AAAAAAAABCk/UShgYd_w9iQ/s1600/DSCN0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79FxYpMfCMw/TXUn0mhik6I/AAAAAAAABCk/UShgYd_w9iQ/s400/DSCN0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581411097843504034" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-T0pMkeMI7Dc/TXUn0TVMiGI/AAAAAAAABCc/i1gVcfjG-dQ/s1600/DSCN0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0pMkeMI7Dc/TXUn0TVMiGI/AAAAAAAABCc/i1gVcfjG-dQ/s400/DSCN0238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581411092691454050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3367637108565476799-3733196219584544062?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3733196219584544062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3733196219584544062' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3733196219584544062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3733196219584544062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessed.html' title='Blessed.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-3b6DiOv_yfU/TXUo0HYEHfI/AAAAAAAABDU/Os2mlzzcZYM/s72-c/DSCN0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1508987601587921339</id><published>2011-03-03T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:33:50.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WMDs = Weapons of Mass Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC0AeVywMxs/TXAABsv7rjI/AAAAAAAABCU/W6nnkYPYRhs/s1600/49182_Arizona_BYU_Basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC0AeVywMxs/TXAABsv7rjI/AAAAAAAABCU/W6nnkYPYRhs/s400/49182_Arizona_BYU_Basketball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579959967504117298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warning: Don't come by our house, unless you too, are down in the dumps. Misery loves company, after all. In 72 hours, we've gone from planning a "hopeful" trip to Houston and the Final Four, to well, not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I will be the first to admit that our BYU fandom is a bit over the top, but hey, it makes us happy. So, on Monday when BYU was #3 in the country and a hopeful #1 seed, we were thrilled. By Tuesday night, not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many have questioned if BYU did the right thing. I'm a fence-sitter on this one, and I hate that. On one hand, when you make a commitment, you should live up to the commitment, or suffer the consequences. On the other hand, we are all human, and we make mistakes--sometimes, big ones. I'm proud of BYU for living up to their integrity in a day and age where winning comes at all costs (i.e. Ohio State, Florida, Auburn, etc.). But still, to see a person's "dirty laundry" out for everyone to see and judge isn't fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what the solution is. I'm certainly glad that I'm not the person that has to make the tough decisions. In the meantime, we'll keep throwing our pity party, and wonder what might have been. But, then again, we still have Jimmer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1508987601587921339?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1508987601587921339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1508987601587921339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1508987601587921339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1508987601587921339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/wmds-weapons-of-mass-depression.html' title='WMDs = Weapons of Mass Depression'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-ZC0AeVywMxs/TXAABsv7rjI/AAAAAAAABCU/W6nnkYPYRhs/s72-c/49182_Arizona_BYU_Basketball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2123998454524404999</id><published>2011-02-23T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:19:21.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Girl</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/-SgDhmZ7F0M4/TWWkWBLYBDI/AAAAAAAABBg/00Qr6SpCRsM/s1600/DSCN0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgDhmZ7F0M4/TWWkWBLYBDI/AAAAAAAABBg/00Qr6SpCRsM/s400/DSCN0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577044411748451378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sweet Lizzie is 6 weeks old today. I'm certainly biased, but I'm convinced that she is the sweetest baby around. We love listening to her constant squeaking and smelling her new baby smell. She's become a master of holding her head up. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jThkFZF3v-4/TWWkV68c1wI/AAAAAAAABBY/5jzB7MtZPHY/s1600/DSCN0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jThkFZF3v-4/TWWkV68c1wI/AAAAAAAABBY/5jzB7MtZPHY/s400/DSCN0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577044410075240194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has amazing patience. Halle and Chase love her so much, and she puts up with their constant kisses. It's pretty sweet.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jThkFZF3v-4/TWWkV68c1wI/AAAAAAAABBY/5jzB7MtZPHY/s1600/DSCN0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPIqN2EBILI/TWWkVqKPg0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/n0i91HQoca0/s1600/DSCN0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPIqN2EBILI/TWWkVqKPg0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/n0i91HQoca0/s400/DSCN0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577044405569684290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, her cheeks and thighs have started to show a little chub, and she has become quite the smiler. It is seriously too cute! We are completely in love with our Elizabeth. Happy 6 weeks, Baby Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2123998454524404999?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2123998454524404999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2123998454524404999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2123998454524404999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2123998454524404999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-baby-girl.html' title='Sweet Baby Girl'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-SgDhmZ7F0M4/TWWkWBLYBDI/AAAAAAAABBg/00Qr6SpCRsM/s72-c/DSCN0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7711781622098286250</id><published>2011-02-23T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:18:00.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYV8SQKr_Js/TWWeaVufXCI/AAAAAAAABBI/wGs3xzgA9B8/s1600/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYV8SQKr_Js/TWWeaVufXCI/AAAAAAAABBI/wGs3xzgA9B8/s400/DSCN0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577037888914152482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WcTlpdaYYrI/TWWeYSqv2PI/AAAAAAAABAw/I8J5f_ex5V8/s400/DSCN0155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577037853733411058" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XelJ6-maDKY/TWWeZoyGNaI/AAAAAAAABA4/6VhagE43PLM/s400/DSCN0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577037876849685922" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGj2JdeWjec/TWWeX9PujRI/AAAAAAAABAo/t0HzCy25yOY/s1600/DSCN0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGj2JdeWjec/TWWeX9PujRI/AAAAAAAABAo/t0HzCy25yOY/s400/DSCN0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577037847982935314" /&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&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;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;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;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;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;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;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;Sam's grandma passed away on January 30th, at age 92. She was a wonderful woman, and will be missed. She lived 10+ years as a widow, so we imagine that the reunion was a great one with Grandpa Weldon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire Taylor family came out for her funeral. Even though the circumstances were sad, it was so fun to get the entire group together. Since 3 of Sam's siblings live out of state, it is rare that everyone is in one place at the same time. Halle and Chase loved seeing their cousins. It was great to catch up and spend a few days together.&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/3367637108565476799-7711781622098286250?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7711781622098286250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7711781622098286250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7711781622098286250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7711781622098286250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/grandma-taylor.html' title='Grandma Taylor'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/-QYV8SQKr_Js/TWWeaVufXCI/AAAAAAAABBI/wGs3xzgA9B8/s72-c/DSCN0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5980321838707640224</id><published>2011-02-10T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:13:12.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TVQlgtui7vI/AAAAAAAABAg/gZB-P47k5MA/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TVQlgtui7vI/AAAAAAAABAg/gZB-P47k5MA/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572119882925010674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IT POURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ever since Lizzie's birth, our lives have been filled with one chaotic event after another. We've dealt with Lizzie's choking spells and hospital stay (already documented), the death of Sam's amazing grandmother, and Sam's gallbladder surgery. Throw in a case of pink eye, an ear infection, and a couple snotty noses, and it makes for a crazy house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This morning when I lined everyone up and handed out their various medications, I couldn't help but laugh. Our life is crazy. I can't wait for a normal, boring day that doesn't include a trip (or even a call) to the doctor's office. In the meantime, we are hunkering down at home, hoping that our luck turns around soon.&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/3367637108565476799-5980321838707640224?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5980321838707640224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5980321838707640224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5980321838707640224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5980321838707640224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-it-rains.html' title='When it Rains...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TVQlgtui7vI/AAAAAAAABAg/gZB-P47k5MA/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6273460514839835591</id><published>2011-01-28T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:38:42.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Tuckered Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TUN75H6QQ9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/FEwGqB7ksCo/s1600/DSCN0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TUN75H6QQ9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/FEwGqB7ksCo/s400/DSCN0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567429785666208722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are dragging at our house. Since Lizzie's arrival, our restful nights have been replaced by many hours of late night television. (&lt;i&gt;Did you know that Nate Burkus replays at 3:00 a.m.? Score!) &lt;/i&gt;Making the adjustment to a family of 5 has its challenges, but we are loving every second. There's nothing like having a newborn in the house. Who knows if we will have any more kids, so we are not wishing these sleepless nights away. In the meantime, we'll be burning the midnight oil. But, due to the lack of sleep and the insane number of infomercials I watch, I may just end up with a few extra knife sets and a Perfect Pillow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-6273460514839835591?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6273460514839835591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6273460514839835591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6273460514839835591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6273460514839835591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-tuckered-out.html' title='All Tuckered Out'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TUN75H6QQ9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/FEwGqB7ksCo/s72-c/DSCN0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5056609681592816213</id><published>2011-01-21T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:20:52.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's what I know: Sometimes, life is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how I learned that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, Lizzie had a scheduled appointment with the pediatrician to check her jaundice levels. A couple hours before her appointment, she spit up mucus through her nose and mouth causing her to go all different shades of purple. We rushed her to the doctor's office to get her suctioned out. After suctioning, she seemed to come back to normal. Relief. While at the doctor's office, she had a few blood tests which revealed the highest level of jaundice her doctor had ever seen. So, we were sent home with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bilibed&lt;/span&gt; to break down the jaundice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTno93Gx1lI/AAAAAAAABAI/htBcSW4PCGc/s1600/DSCN0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTno93Gx1lI/AAAAAAAABAI/htBcSW4PCGc/s400/DSCN0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564734964055004754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that night, while laying on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bilibed&lt;/span&gt;, she had another episode of choking. We rushed her to the E.R., where again, they suctioned her, and she checked out healthy. They watched her for a few hours and she didn't have any more spells, so they sent us home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, she was to spend the entire day on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bilibed&lt;/span&gt; to help with the jaundice. At 4:00, she had another choking spell, so Sam rushed home and we got her back to the doctor--in just a diaper. Her doctor decided that he had seen enough, and we were admitted to the Children's Unit at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Riverton&lt;/span&gt; Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, they poked her more than I ever care to remember. She screamed and screamed, and I felt completely helpless. She was put on medication through an IV, and placed under a warmer to help her keep her temperature up, since she was having trouble doing it on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoRASVD5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/bxYvaEWl-hg/s1600/DSCN0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoRASVD5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/bxYvaEWl-hg/s400/DSCN0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564734193425256338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoGXoeQ6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/qsFOsBX5JkM/s1600/DSCN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoGXoeQ6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/qsFOsBX5JkM/s400/DSCN0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564734010713588642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday morning, she had two more choking spells, so they ran a series of tests to figure out what was wrong with her. They were fearful of a lot of things, mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meningitis&lt;/span&gt;, but thankfully, she passed the tests and started to show signs of improvement. Her temperature came back up, her jaundice levels went down, and she was eating without choking afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoFyLt8EI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iuO2D6kaFnw/s1600/DSCN0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoFyLt8EI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iuO2D6kaFnw/s400/DSCN0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564734000660869186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoFpw8cvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/MhiIp5yVRjE/s1600/DSCN0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoFpw8cvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/MhiIp5yVRjE/s400/DSCN0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564733998401090290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the hospital until Thursday night at 8:00, when she reached 36 hours without any choking spells, and proved that she could keep her temperature up without the help of the warmer and medication. They believe that she has a really bad case of reflux, and since she is technically a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preemie&lt;/span&gt;" she couldn't keep her temperature up without assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoFAECeUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/9kDe4BDHIP4/s1600/DSCN0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoFAECeUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/9kDe4BDHIP4/s400/DSCN0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564733987206887746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we are back at home, and so far, healthy. She is responding well to her medication, and she is a completely beautiful, happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoE8RXJhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ojFPBYx4X_g/s1600/DSCN0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTnoE8RXJhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ojFPBYx4X_g/s400/DSCN0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564733986189026834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the week, I had plenty of chances to reflect on our blessings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The priesthood. As soon as we checked into the hospital, Sam gave her a blessing that she would be able to handle all of the tests, and in the end, be healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family. It didn't matter what time we called, or what we needed both of our families showed up and helped. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; and Chase were always well taken care of, and we are grateful that we didn't have to worry about them while we were dealing with Lizzie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nearby hospital. We have been there so much, they should name a wing after us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctors and nurses. Lizzie quickly became the favorite patient, and she received excellent care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends. You know who you are. Thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so happy that Lizzie seems to healthy again. Thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers. &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/3367637108565476799-5056609681592816213?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5056609681592816213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5056609681592816213' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5056609681592816213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5056609681592816213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/week-in-review.html' title='The Week in Review'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TTno93Gx1lI/AAAAAAAABAI/htBcSW4PCGc/s72-c/DSCN0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6101929956970960708</id><published>2011-01-16T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:07:33.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie's Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;According to Sam, Jimmer Fredette put me into labor, and he may just be right. On Tuesday night we were watching the BYU/Utah basketball game, when Jimmer drilled a half court shot right before halftime. I jumped up in excitement, and then quickly sat back down because I had a contraction. That was followed by a series of contractions for a few hours, when Sam finally talked me into going to the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove myself 3 whole blocks to the Riverton Hospital, where our friend Vickie was luckily working that night. (Sam stayed home with the kids to see if they were going to keep me before heading over.) I was monitored for a few hours when they decided that I was definitely in labor. I called my parents at 1:30 a.m. to go and watch the kids so Sam could come over to the hospital. They were at my house by 2:00. Amazing! Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My labor lasted about 12 hours (which seemed like 3x that). We spent the time trying to figure out a name for the new little one. Sam kept requesting "Jimmer," but I thought that was a little odd for a girl (or a boy, for that matter). The final 20 minutes of labor was probably the worst pain I've ever had delivering a baby, but finally, Lizzie made her arrival at 11:13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxjjGfQfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/L8exxqXaA34/s1600/DSC02125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxjjGfQfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/L8exxqXaA34/s400/DSC02125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562914820264509938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was pretty bruised at first because the delivery was pretty rough on her. We called her our little Rocky Balboa baby. In the last couple of days though, most of the swelling has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxiuKCs_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/kRcwf99yk8E/s1600/DSCN0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxiuKCs_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/kRcwf99yk8E/s400/DSCN0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562914806052336626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little girl has completely stolen our hearts, and we can't imagine life without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxiWUv3aI/AAAAAAAAA-w/WYdvCGvyfH4/s1600/DSCN0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxiWUv3aI/AAAAAAAAA-w/WYdvCGvyfH4/s400/DSCN0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562914799654788514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We returned home on Thursday afternoon, and we are adjusting to life with 3 kids. As Sam's friend put it, we are no longer playing man-to-man defense, it's strictly zone defense from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxiBtgmkI/AAAAAAAAA-o/NuTAdqTw5J8/s1600/DSCN0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxiBtgmkI/AAAAAAAAA-o/NuTAdqTw5J8/s400/DSCN0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562914794121501250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Lizzie is absolutely perfect in every way. So far, she has been our easiest baby. We are so lucky to have her in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxhhADFzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/EZRlXMg3wXA/s1600/DSCN0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxhhADFzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/EZRlXMg3wXA/s400/DSCN0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562914785340888882" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3367637108565476799-6101929956970960708?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6101929956970960708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6101929956970960708' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6101929956970960708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6101929956970960708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/lizzies-arrival.html' title='Lizzie&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TTNxjjGfQfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/L8exxqXaA34/s72-c/DSC02125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6921105685627943753</id><published>2011-01-14T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:55:59.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Elizabeth Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTC7sVhYZeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xmEooujfYCk/s1600/DSCN0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TTC7sVhYZeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xmEooujfYCk/s400/DSCN0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562151910168356322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 12, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11:13 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 lbs., 2 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Welcome Lizzie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-6921105685627943753?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6921105685627943753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6921105685627943753' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6921105685627943753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6921105685627943753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TTC7sVhYZeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xmEooujfYCk/s72-c/DSCN0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2637214155450271191</id><published>2010-12-14T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:57:17.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have no idea where Halle's rhythm comes from. It certainly isn't from Sam or me, but she certainly has learned how to "shake those hips." She had her dance recital on Saturday, and holy smokes, the girl has learned to dance. We were super proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TQfj4L5q_PI/AAAAAAAAA-M/llKj7HwJbrQ/s1600/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TQfj4L5q_PI/AAAAAAAAA-M/llKj7HwJbrQ/s400/DSC02080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655620164287730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle hasn't ever had a problem learning the steps of a dance, but she usually doesn't smile, because in her words "it's a lot of work to dance and smile at the same time." Well, since I know that this girl will do anything for a bribe, I told her she could have a Happy Meal if she smiled the whole time. Boy, did she earn those chicken nuggets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TQfj3coiqwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UXgk5SmyRl8/s1600/DSC02083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TQfj3coiqwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UXgk5SmyRl8/s400/DSC02083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655607475972866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TQfj263tGAI/AAAAAAAAA98/KGjHH-iO9p8/s1600/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TQfj263tGAI/AAAAAAAAA98/KGjHH-iO9p8/s400/DSC02086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655598412765186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way to go, Halle! You're awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2637214155450271191?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2637214155450271191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2637214155450271191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2637214155450271191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2637214155450271191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TQfj4L5q_PI/AAAAAAAAA-M/llKj7HwJbrQ/s72-c/DSC02080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1402594014927614147</id><published>2010-12-02T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:05:51.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Get With It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TPgECFnAJQI/AAAAAAAAA90/3bH19sOg0l8/s1600/to_do_list2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TPgECFnAJQI/AAAAAAAAA90/3bH19sOg0l8/s400/to_do_list2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546187375018779906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a mere 2 months until we welcome baby #3 into the Taylor household. You'd think with such a short timetable, I'd be busy preparing, and making sure things are good to go. But, I'm not. This poor baby has a blanket. One blanket. That's been the extent of my "preparing for baby" activity. It's not that I'm not excited, because I am. I love everything about new babies: their smell, the way they curl up into a little ball, their tiny features. I can't wait to meet this new little one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the deal: I'm still not convinced that this baby is a girl. We had the ultrasound, and the tech (who happened to be in training) told us 3 times that it's a girl, but I'm not convinced. I think it's a boy, and I don't want to go shopping for all this pink stuff, only to need a lot of blue stuff. I know, I'm probably crazy. The chances that she was wrong are slim, but there is still a chance, so I don't make any purchases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam says I'm losing my mind. Or, I've already lost it. One of the two... I can't remember. So, here's my goal: I'm going to live dangerously, and flood our house with all things pink. But, just in case, I'm keeping my receipts... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TPgCdFSn8bI/AAAAAAAAA9s/SsII96nuTAs/s1600/mshn177l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1402594014927614147?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1402594014927614147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1402594014927614147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1402594014927614147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1402594014927614147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-to-get-with-it.html' title='I Need to Get With It!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TPgECFnAJQI/AAAAAAAAA90/3bH19sOg0l8/s72-c/to_do_list2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2108507073084294424</id><published>2010-12-01T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:53:21.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Something to Talk About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TPas_OFoYCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/knL-8_D9VVI/s1600/DSC02074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TPas_OFoYCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/knL-8_D9VVI/s400/DSC02074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545810193266794530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warning... I'm going to break a blog "code of ethics." I'm not going to brag about my child, and I'm going to be honest. Gasp! Sometimes I feel like I'm writing about how fabulous everything is at my house and with my kids, when in actuality, most of the time, my house is a mess, the television is on too much, and my kids don't always behave (or rarely, for that matter). Now that I've got you all depressed, let me explain one of my greatest frustrations for the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase has been 2 for a month now, and we are still having a hard time getting him to talk--like a really hard time. He's had his hearing tested, and I had him tested for autism, since I know that slow talking is a sign of that. Luckily, both came back okay. He started speech therapy about a month ago, and I guess I thought I'd see instant results, but so far, we haven't accomplished anything. We talk to him all day, and he understands everything we say, but he's not talking back. So far, he knows the words balloon, ball, mama and dad, but even those, he doesn't use all the time. I've heard many people say that he will talk when he wants to, but as his mom, I worry that he's falling behind. He just doesn't seem to have any interest in talking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think sometimes as moms, we find ourselves comparing our children to other children. For me, it's hard to see other kids his age speaking in sentences and communicating with their parents, when all we are getting is grunts back from Chase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know in the grand scheme of things, a slow talker isn't the biggest deal, but for the time being, it's pretty frustrating. I love my little trouble maker, and I just want the best for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have any of you had any similar experiences? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**I just reread this. I sound seriously depressing. Sorry! I promise to have only happy posts for the rest of the month. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/3367637108565476799-2108507073084294424?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2108507073084294424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2108507073084294424' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2108507073084294424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2108507073084294424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-something-to-talk-about.html' title='Finding Something to Talk About'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TPas_OFoYCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/knL-8_D9VVI/s72-c/DSC02074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6995383271809529949</id><published>2010-11-05T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:14:04.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Little Mister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be blunt: I'm pretty sure Chase is gifted.  Why, you ask?  Well, he just turned 2, and he should be entering the "terrible twos," however, our little Chase has been causing chaos and terror for at least a year already.  So, rather than labeling him "naughty" or "undisciplined," I'm going to stick with "gifted."  I'm right.  Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Chase all day.  He got to go on a early morning field trip with his daddy to the doughnut shop for breakfast, Chick-fil-A for lunch, and a party at night.  I'm not sure if he understood what all the fuss was about, but he had a big grin on his face all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQw9dSvI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oZRXws9qVvg/s1600/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQw9dSvI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oZRXws9qVvg/s400/DSC02053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536078717268085490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved how his cupcakes turned out.  I found &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2009/05/cupcakes.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;, and made the same colorburst cupcakes.  So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQp04RNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/V6FYGVZlSSo/s1600/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQp04RNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/V6FYGVZlSSo/s400/DSC02057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536078715353056466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Buddy loved opening his presents.  He made out like a champ!  Thanks to everyone for spoiling him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQSPhq4I/AAAAAAAAA9E/nxiJ12aM6NM/s1600/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQSPhq4I/AAAAAAAAA9E/nxiJ12aM6NM/s400/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536078709022370690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase loved blowing out the candles.  Check that, Chase &lt;i&gt;REALLY &lt;/i&gt;loved blowing out the candles.  So much so, that we had to light them about 10 times so he could keep blowing them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQNQq2bI/AAAAAAAAA88/HbBBfqEYk5c/s1600/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQNQq2bI/AAAAAAAAA88/HbBBfqEYk5c/s400/DSC02060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536078707684989362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I love this boy!  He makes our life totally crazy, but totally perfect, too!&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/3367637108565476799-6995383271809529949?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6995383271809529949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6995383271809529949' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6995383271809529949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6995383271809529949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-little-mister.html' title='Happy Birthday, Little Mister!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TNQaQw9dSvI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oZRXws9qVvg/s72-c/DSC02053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3351124226813265607</id><published>2010-10-31T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:33:19.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddy Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For months, Halle has been obsessed with horses, boots and all things "cowgirl," so her costume choice was pretty easy this year.  When I found a cowboy outfit for Chase to match, we were thrilled.  I'm pretty biased, but I must say they are the cutest little "pardners" around!&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/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35ULaiH-I/AAAAAAAAA80/xOrdQ8fLeFI/s1600/DSC02021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35ULaiH-I/AAAAAAAAA80/xOrdQ8fLeFI/s400/DSC02021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534353642164985826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle got her hat and boots from Burns Saddlery. (Thanks, Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa!)  Even after growing up in Salina, I think that was our family's first purchase from Burns.  After I saw her boots, though, I think I want some for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35TtDW-TI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Py5C2JeoBiw/s1600/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35TtDW-TI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Py5C2JeoBiw/s400/DSC02025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534353634014722354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase hated this hat!  I have about twenty wasted pictures trying to get one with his hat on.  We were finally successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35TTdABlI/AAAAAAAAA8k/4mK8vDPJXpU/s1600/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35TTdABlI/AAAAAAAAA8k/4mK8vDPJXpU/s400/DSC02026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534353627142948434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had so much fun trick-or-treating.  Chase had a hard time keeping up with the other kids, but he totally lived it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35TKZpy2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/1MkgPMrSBOU/s1600/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35TKZpy2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/1MkgPMrSBOU/s400/DSC02042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534353624712989538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Halloween to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3351124226813265607?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3351124226813265607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3351124226813265607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3351124226813265607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3351124226813265607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/giddy-up.html' title='Giddy Up!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TM35ULaiH-I/AAAAAAAAA80/xOrdQ8fLeFI/s72-c/DSC02021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2426977081228438420</id><published>2010-10-31T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:16:52.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Over UEA weekend, my parents treated Halle and I on a trip to Seattle.  We had a blast!  Since Chase takes up so much of my time on a regular basis, it was so nice to spend 3 days with my girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kept busy hanging out at the zoo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM33-uv5qCI/AAAAAAAAA8U/GVyL6CwysF4/s1600/DSC01967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM33-uv5qCI/AAAAAAAAA8U/GVyL6CwysF4/s400/DSC01967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534352174181099554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checking out the city from the top of the Space Needle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM33-NHCVoI/AAAAAAAAA8M/KWqKA-adjsk/s1600/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM33-NHCVoI/AAAAAAAAA8M/KWqKA-adjsk/s400/DSC01976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534352165151331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checking out the fish at the Aquarium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM3397Y7_MI/AAAAAAAAA8E/PMRIj5RcYTY/s1600/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM3397Y7_MI/AAAAAAAAA8E/PMRIj5RcYTY/s400/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534352160394575042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM339ZikQeI/AAAAAAAAA78/jFhGqc7L2oM/s1600/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM339ZikQeI/AAAAAAAAA78/jFhGqc7L2oM/s400/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534352151308157410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And being silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM339NVDjKI/AAAAAAAAA70/jzwZB1vwJ34/s1600/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TM339NVDjKI/AAAAAAAAA70/jzwZB1vwJ34/s400/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534352148030262434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Mom and Dad for a much needed trip!  We loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2426977081228438420?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2426977081228438420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2426977081228438420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2426977081228438420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2426977081228438420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-Up'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TM33-uv5qCI/AAAAAAAAA8U/GVyL6CwysF4/s72-c/DSC01967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4957593157526132486</id><published>2010-10-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:42:55.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Pleasurable Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We made our annual trip to the Pumpkin Patch a little early this year and we had a great time.  We usually wait until the week of Halloween, and scour the place for a few round pumpkins, but this year we had plenty to choose from.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so much fun to watch the kids pick out a pumpkin.  Halle was determined to find the biggest pumpkin she could, and Chase was thrilled to just put every pumpkin he could into the wheelbarrow.  We would have spent $100 in pumpkins if we kept each one that Chase loaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2OjI9_dI/AAAAAAAAA7E/W2ImcUcXs_o/s1600/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2OjI9_dI/AAAAAAAAA7E/W2ImcUcXs_o/s400/DSC01897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527243003757723090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2OHyRbkI/AAAAAAAAA68/HDWoOP4-bHk/s1600/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2OHyRbkI/AAAAAAAAA68/HDWoOP4-bHk/s400/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527242996414770754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is one thing that Chase loves in this world, it's a pile of dirt, so imagine his excitement when he discovered a whole field with endless opportunities to get dirty.  Talk about Heaven on Earth!  He found this little wheelbarrow and pushed it around the entire time.  Seriously, for all the stress this child causes me, he can be pretty much adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2NqlDNyI/AAAAAAAAA60/S3HED-pDUZc/s1600/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2NqlDNyI/AAAAAAAAA60/S3HED-pDUZc/s400/DSC01904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527242988574684962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2Mw0f1CI/AAAAAAAAA6s/WpP4mIFrbQY/s1600/DSC01905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2Mw0f1CI/AAAAAAAAA6s/WpP4mIFrbQY/s400/DSC01905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527242973070218274" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2MgjYvaI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rnWU4plISpQ/s1600/DSC01906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2MgjYvaI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rnWU4plISpQ/s400/DSC01906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527242968703483298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love simple family activities.  Sometimes life becomes so crazy that I forget how blessed I really am, but spending an half hour in the middle of a dirt field with my family reminded me that I really am so lucky.  I have a wonderful family, and I love nothing more than to see them happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4957593157526132486?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4957593157526132486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4957593157526132486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4957593157526132486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4957593157526132486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfectly-pleasurable-pumpkins.html' title='Perfectly Pleasurable Pumpkins'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TLS2OjI9_dI/AAAAAAAAA7E/W2ImcUcXs_o/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-634336029488481758</id><published>2010-10-05T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:12:02.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Martha Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TKuEDOfiwiI/AAAAAAAAA6c/rncCyPDu6-o/s1600/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TKuEDOfiwiI/AAAAAAAAA6c/rncCyPDu6-o/s400/DSC01895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524654558864917026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Sunday, my best culinary skill was ordering take-out, but now, I'm pretty sure I could host my own show on the Food Network.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain.  When the Mormon Times arrived last Thursday, there was an article about how many families have the tradition of making homemade cinnamon rolls before the morning session of conference.  Sam read the article and thought it was a good tradition to have, so we decided to give it a try.  I was a bit apprehensive, because my only cinnamon roll experience consists of pulling Rhodes Cinnamon Rolls out of the freezer and putting them in the oven.  But, I made these cinnamon rolls completely from scratch.  Holy Smokes!  I'm a domestic diva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they came out of the oven just in time for conference to start.  It was so great to sit down with my family and enjoy the words of church leaders and eat cinnamon rolls.  This is definitely a tradition that we will continue every conference Sunday.  I can't wait until April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-634336029488481758?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/634336029488481758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=634336029488481758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/634336029488481758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/634336029488481758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-call-me-martha-stewart.html' title='Just Call Me Martha Stewart'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TKuEDOfiwiI/AAAAAAAAA6c/rncCyPDu6-o/s72-c/DSC01895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1755070609790043646</id><published>2010-09-27T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:58:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TKETrsOgDqI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3AJbdiZ1dQ8/s1600/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TKETrsOgDqI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3AJbdiZ1dQ8/s400/DSC01719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521716259460222626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dear Chase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Listen, son.  I love you dearly, but for goodness sakes, can you please stay in the nursery?  I know you don't think it's the greatest place in the world, but every other kid goes in there without throwing the massive fit that you throw.  It's been 4 months now, and you've spent a grand total of 40 minutes in there by yourself.  If you stay in the nursery, I promise not to bring up your behavior in Sacrament Meeting.  We'll just keep that between us (and the rest of the ward).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Halle,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just because you have a small scratch does not mean that you have to apply 7 band-aids to keep from bleeding to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TKETrCr6DxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wC9Fm285zr4/s1600/DSC01837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TKETrCr6DxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wC9Fm285zr4/s400/DSC01837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521716248309272338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dear Sam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next time you go on a totally awesome trip, and you are buying souvenirs for the kids, please don't forget your wife.  The shampoo from the hotel doesn't count.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dear BYU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anytime you want to start winning is fine with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Diet Coke,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I'm pregnant, and I probably shouldn't drink you as much as I do, but thank you for helping me get through my day.  I don't know if I'd make it to lunchtime without you.  Smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Economy,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you'd like to improve, I'm sure we'd all appreciate it.  A little extra $$$ never hurt anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Costco,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for existing.  I love our little family trips to visit you every week.  And, I love your return policy.  But one quick question. How come every time I try your taste test, I totally need the item, but when I get home and I have enough fried rice to feed 65 people, I'm wondering what tasted so good about it in the first place?  Are you drugging me?&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/3367637108565476799-1755070609790043646?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1755070609790043646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1755070609790043646' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1755070609790043646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1755070609790043646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TKETrsOgDqI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3AJbdiZ1dQ8/s72-c/DSC01719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-733806916858680026</id><published>2010-09-14T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:28:30.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can now refer to this baby with the correct pronoun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TI-R6AixXMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/N0AEqoKULWg/s1600/baby_girl_lying.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TI-R6AixXMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/N0AEqoKULWg/s400/baby_girl_lying.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516788494316428482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, I am totally lacking in the "mother's intuition" department.  For the last 4 months, I was convinced this baby was a boy, but at our ultrasound yesterday, we found out we are going to bring a little more drama to the Taylor household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's a Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Halle kept saying that she knew this baby was going to be a sister, so I guess I should have listened to her.  She's certainly a little more "in-tune" than I am!  When we came home and told her, she started jumping up and down.  It was pretty cute.  Chase, of course, couldn't have cared less, but I'm sure when she arrives, he'll have plenty of opinions on the new arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sam and I are thrilled, and feel very blessed to be welcoming our third child.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now, I have to figure out the bedroom situation.&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/3367637108565476799-733806916858680026?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/733806916858680026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=733806916858680026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/733806916858680026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/733806916858680026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-can-now-refer-to-this-baby-with.html' title='We can now refer to this baby with the correct pronoun.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TI-R6AixXMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/N0AEqoKULWg/s72-c/baby_girl_lying.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-308551209267595934</id><published>2010-09-03T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T06:08:13.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Halle's Big Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; finally arrived!  She's been so excited to start kindergarten.  We've been counting the days down for about a month, so we were all thrilled to take her to school.  We are looking forward to helping her learn and grow this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE5CARlBVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Ma6Y8z4zETQ/s1600/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE5CARlBVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Ma6Y8z4zETQ/s400/DSC01724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512750125474448722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was thrilled to see some of her friends from preschool.  These girls are adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE47LMUbLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/up46JPh13Mw/s1600/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE47LMUbLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/up46JPh13Mw/s400/DSC01722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512750008146095282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her teacher, Mrs. Holt, is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE46h2OaZI/AAAAAAAAA48/Zife7uVz_zg/s1600/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE46h2OaZI/AAAAAAAAA48/Zife7uVz_zg/s400/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512749997047572882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Minor disclaimer here: Don't look too close at me.  I'm in the middle of "is she pregnant or just fat?" stage of this pregnancy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE46LHFPvI/AAAAAAAAA40/TQIxxRytzlw/s1600/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE46LHFPvI/AAAAAAAAA40/TQIxxRytzlw/s400/DSC01725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512749990944259826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE45gmvgHI/AAAAAAAAA4s/fFl6CTAS7-g/s1600/DSC01727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE45gmvgHI/AAAAAAAAA4s/fFl6CTAS7-g/s400/DSC01727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512749979534327922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE45XAQi0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/b9Ue05rEQAQ/s1600/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE45XAQi0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/b9Ue05rEQAQ/s400/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512749976956996418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Hooray for kindergarten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-308551209267595934?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/308551209267595934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=308551209267595934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/308551209267595934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/308551209267595934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TIE5CARlBVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Ma6Y8z4zETQ/s72-c/DSC01724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5042760086282952736</id><published>2010-08-23T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:04:36.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been trying to take advantage of summer, and for the most part, we are having a great time!  And, since my summer vacation has included a mini-vacay from blogging, this post will include lots of goodies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Days of '47 Children's Parade with Halle's Primary.  The kids had such a good time waving to all of the onlookers.  Halle felt pretty darn proud.  I was interviewed by Channel 2 during the parade, which I thought was pretty cool, and Sam was totally embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5hCE7CHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8ghNcoemDa0/s400/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739640116054130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5gTDfjYI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zsbyPCEOZBc/s400/DSC01609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739627493592450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Little Miss lost her first tooth!  And, bonus!  She lost her tooth about 20 minutes after her good friend Mic lost his first tooth.  They were so excited to have the tooth fairy visit.  She made $5, and she was thrilled.  Now, though, she wants all her teeth out, because she thinks it's a good money making scheme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5sQvSjPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/h5FYyn28PRw/s1600/DSC01636.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/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5sQvSjPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/h5FYyn28PRw/s1600/DSC01636.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: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5sQvSjPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/h5FYyn28PRw/s400/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739833030413554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam and I went to The Lion King.  We have both seen it in NY before, but this time was just as good!  Thanks, Mom &amp;amp; Dad, for the tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5RmSsKrI/AAAAAAAAA38/GIu_dm8AQ0A/s1600/the-lion-king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5RmSsKrI/AAAAAAAAA38/GIu_dm8AQ0A/s400/the-lion-king.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739374959569586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finally took the bottle away from Chase.  As the picture shows, this boy is completely addicted to milk.  He refuses to drink milk out of a sippy cup, so we waited for a long time (probably too long) to take his bottle away.  But, ever since, the boy cannot get enough food in him.  He eats all day, every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5Re3HfbI/AAAAAAAAA30/bmBessIWiYI/s1600/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5Re3HfbI/AAAAAAAAA30/bmBessIWiYI/s400/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739372964871602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam has been on two big hikes: Timpanogas &amp;amp; Lone Peak.  He has hiked Timp quite a few times, but Lone Peak was a new adventure.  Good thing I didn't find out about the aspects of the hike until afterwords.  Let's just say it was dangerous, and he will not be going up Lone Peak again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5Qotj65I/AAAAAAAAA3s/jme5bpz5gJE/s1600/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5Qotj65I/AAAAAAAAA3s/jme5bpz5gJE/s400/DSC01617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739358429277074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5P_9Mz5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/hUkQyPgWrEI/s1600/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5P_9Mz5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/hUkQyPgWrEI/s400/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739347489017746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went on a overnight stay with my family to Park City.  My parents got a swanky hotel room and we spent the weekend on the alpine slide, visiting Main Street &amp;amp; shopping.  It was so much fun.  I didn't take a ton of pictures though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5PH43B8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/AHAwFVnBBdA/s1600/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5PH43B8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/AHAwFVnBBdA/s400/DSC01692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739332438427586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are headed to St. George this weekend for a final summer outing, and then Halle starts kindergarten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-5042760086282952736?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5042760086282952736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5042760086282952736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5042760086282952736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5042760086282952736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-that.html' title='This &amp; That'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/THL5hCE7CHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8ghNcoemDa0/s72-c/DSC01608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-799187244415989129</id><published>2010-07-28T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:46:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I've Always Wanted a Minivan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TFCHob-CwCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/NPSMc3-Y814/s1600/sc02d4be6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TFCHob-CwCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/NPSMc3-Y814/s400/sc02d4be6e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499044273791877154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;introducing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debuting in early February.&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/3367637108565476799-799187244415989129?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/799187244415989129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=799187244415989129' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/799187244415989129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/799187244415989129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/07/since-ive-always-wanted-minivan.html' title='Since I&apos;ve Always Wanted a Minivan...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TFCHob-CwCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/NPSMc3-Y814/s72-c/sc02d4be6e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5820002964353833155</id><published>2010-07-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:08:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month in Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been a blogging bust.  Sorry.  I have a good excuse, though.  Here it is: It's summer, and I'm lazy.  I've been looking at my camera for days, thinking that I should really put those pictures on the computer, but I wouldn't, because it just seemed like so much work.  Pathetic, I know.  Today, however, I found a burst of energy, and cleaned the house, held Halle's craft club, and uploaded pictures.  Wow, I deserve a medal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what we've been up to in the last little while:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle had her dance recital, and it was so good!  She's really coming along in dance, and I love that she loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-ROpyzQ5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/ntjF8cANsnk/s1600/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-ROpyzQ5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/ntjF8cANsnk/s400/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494269751338419090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-ROPMCXkI/AAAAAAAAA28/ECY5THeurQo/s1600/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-ROPMCXkI/AAAAAAAAA28/ECY5THeurQo/s400/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494269744196509250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been having weekly craft club gatherings with some of the girls in the neighborhood.  It has been so much fun, and the girls love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-RNTG56LI/AAAAAAAAA20/zZ1wBxpencY/s1600/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-RNTG56LI/AAAAAAAAA20/zZ1wBxpencY/s400/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494269728068855986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-RNNAz4nI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vDhxf8dVai0/s1600/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-RNNAz4nI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vDhxf8dVai0/s400/DSC01607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494269726432682610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been cleaning.  Wow, talk about exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-RMX_lAyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/OOJmV6LJ9Xs/s1600/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-RMX_lAyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/OOJmV6LJ9Xs/s400/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494269712200434466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle and her friends had a lemonade/lollipop stand, and made $21 in 2 hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QaS2iXCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/guM6DfgZmDc/s1600/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QaS2iXCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/guM6DfgZmDc/s400/DSC01586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494268851826875426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been playing with the water.  A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QZ9YuLiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Aa8eNWsul4E/s1600/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QZ9YuLiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Aa8eNWsul4E/s400/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494268846064676386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Stadium of Fire with my family and watched Carrie Underwood.  She is my favorite.  It was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QZPU9BeI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lWGQjuGK5Zk/s1600/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QZPU9BeI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lWGQjuGK5Zk/s400/DSC01596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494268833700840930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QYq-QkII/AAAAAAAAA2E/Nj6L0GEllgw/s1600/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QYq-QkII/AAAAAAAAA2E/Nj6L0GEllgw/s400/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494268823941976194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, sometimes, after all this fun, even princesses need their beauty rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QYO12RhI/AAAAAAAAA18/vsZSPWD7uCM/s1600/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-QYO12RhI/AAAAAAAAA18/vsZSPWD7uCM/s400/DSC01603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494268816390506002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though we haven't traveled anywhere yet this summer, we are taking full advantage of the sunshine.  Yea for summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-5820002964353833155?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5820002964353833155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5820002964353833155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5820002964353833155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5820002964353833155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/07/month-in-review.html' title='The Month in Review...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TD-ROpyzQ5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/ntjF8cANsnk/s72-c/DSC01574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4998109065212791724</id><published>2010-06-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:52:01.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Ashley Taylor, and I use the television to baby-sit my kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I would love to say that my entire day is spent creating meaningful learning experiences for my kids, but I can't.  Don't get me wrong, we do things together, but sometimes -- okay, more than sometimes -- the television is my best friend.  When Halle was little, she loved Dora, and I'm proud to say that Dora taught her shapes and colors (and even a few Spanish words), by the time she turned two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase, however, has become hooked to another show.  He loves Curious George.  Like, he really loves it.  We currently have 53 episodes saved on our DVR.  And, frankly, I love that he loves it, because it gives me a half hour of peace every once in a while.  Since Chase is incredibly exhausting, the small moments of peace is the only thing keeping me sane!  The only problem is, George is a monkey, and he doesn't talk (only monkey talk).  So, Chase has adopted monkey talk as his #1 language.  He "oo oos" and "ah ahs" all the time, but we can't get him to talk.  He knows a few words, but mostly he just speaks and acts like a monkey.  We've tried to show him other cartoons, like Dora, but he hates them.  He throws a fit until we turn on Curious George.  So, we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TA_5p2mED-I/AAAAAAAAA10/qVHkWGv3m7g/s1600/curious-george-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/TA_5p2mED-I/AAAAAAAAA10/qVHkWGv3m7g/s400/curious-george-movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480873768958300130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son is 19 months old, and he thinks he's a monkey.  And, for now, that's all right with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4998109065212791724?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4998109065212791724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4998109065212791724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4998109065212791724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4998109065212791724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-name-is-ashley-taylor-and-i-use.html' title='My name is Ashley Taylor, and I use the television to baby-sit my kids.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/TA_5p2mED-I/AAAAAAAAA10/qVHkWGv3m7g/s72-c/curious-george-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1235979335074311872</id><published>2010-05-23T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:31:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every year, the PTO puts on a country fair at the elementary school.  Halle was super excited to go for the first time, because as an incoming kindergartner, she was a special guest.  Her dance company also performed at the event, making it double the fun!&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/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMMDoYVRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1IPCLybagEs/s1600/DSC01552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMMDoYVRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1IPCLybagEs/s400/DSC01552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474560960806540562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMELt7ppI/AAAAAAAAA1k/c8b_ayzrWoY/s1600/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMELt7ppI/AAAAAAAAA1k/c8b_ayzrWoY/s400/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474560825538356882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, what would any event be without chasing Chase?  I am convinced in the next edition of the dictionary, there will be a picture of Chase next to the word naughty.  He makes anything we do an adventure.  Anyway, he loved running around with his balloon and causing ruckus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMDpZAK6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/TDJBIMDxL0g/s1600/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMDpZAK6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/TDJBIMDxL0g/s400/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474560816323767202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMDLZz7eI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BAN0VFpbEzY/s1600/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMDLZz7eI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BAN0VFpbEzY/s400/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474560808274095586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle was thrilled to get her hair colored and her face painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMCsyu5VI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lzHqprpBAOw/s1600/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMCsyu5VI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lzHqprpBAOw/s400/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474560800057124178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMB7r2eLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Bd2NgUTLgfA/s1600/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMB7r2eLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Bd2NgUTLgfA/s400/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474560786874923186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a super fun night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1235979335074311872?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1235979335074311872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1235979335074311872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1235979335074311872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1235979335074311872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/05/country-fair.html' title='Country Fair'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S_mMMDoYVRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1IPCLybagEs/s72-c/DSC01552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3602779225682044229</id><published>2010-05-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:43:07.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Halle's preschool experience has been amazing.  She had an awesome teacher, and she learned so much over the course of the year.  She is ready for kindergarten!  It's hard to believe our little girl will be starting school in the fall, but we are so excited for her.  She loves to learn, and she loves school.  We are blessed to have such a beautiful, smart and fun girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_WAfvbRXKI/AAAAAAAAA08/7iWSM84L0rw/s1600/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_WAfvbRXKI/AAAAAAAAA08/7iWSM84L0rw/s400/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473422204933856418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle joined her classmates for preschool graduation.  The program was fantastic!  Miss Karie does such an amazing job.  The students sang songs, recited poems, and showed off their work from the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_WAfQewkxI/AAAAAAAAA00/sU3DJuO5xU4/s1600/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_WAfQewkxI/AAAAAAAAA00/sU3DJuO5xU4/s400/DSC01550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473422196626985746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase couldn't hold still the entire time.  This kid is going to do me in!  Sam says that if nothing else, he's consistent.  He breaks every rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_yH1yh3I/AAAAAAAAA0s/oqIEFVtT4dw/s1600/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_yH1yh3I/AAAAAAAAA0s/oqIEFVtT4dw/s400/DSCN0524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473421421213550450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the program, the students dressed up in official graduation attire.  I had no idea they were going to do this.  Could they be any cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_xsu58AI/AAAAAAAAA0k/EwWFA5npx0A/s1600/DSCN0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_xsu58AI/AAAAAAAAA0k/EwWFA5npx0A/s400/DSCN0531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473421413936918530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_w_SoPxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/HHdjwCEtZiA/s1600/DSCN0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_w_SoPxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/HHdjwCEtZiA/s400/DSCN0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473421401738723090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so proud of Halle!  We can't wait to watch her continue to grow.  She is an amazing kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_wVAVLRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wKd0H4RLHJ0/s1600/DSCN0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_wVAVLRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wKd0H4RLHJ0/s400/DSCN0539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473421390387686674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_vp-BDrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/qbZMNsWrkbc/s1600/DSCN0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S_V_vp-BDrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/qbZMNsWrkbc/s400/DSCN0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473421378835254962" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3367637108565476799-3602779225682044229?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3602779225682044229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3602779225682044229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3602779225682044229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3602779225682044229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S_WAfvbRXKI/AAAAAAAAA08/7iWSM84L0rw/s72-c/DSC01539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4452405243466990885</id><published>2010-05-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:48:24.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When All Else Fails, Make Your Husband Read the Instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S-drY1T756I/AAAAAAAAA0E/9d_zvfUpOO4/s1600/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S-drY1T756I/AAAAAAAAA0E/9d_zvfUpOO4/s400/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469458346836486050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sandbox nearly ended my marriage.  I'm kidding...No, I'm not.  Anyway, here's the deal.  We needed a sandbox because we can't keep Chase out of the flower beds, so we thought that a sandbox would be a good solution.  I've been wanting this sandbox from Costco, and after a little luck (it had been sold out), we found and bought it on Saturday.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started setting it up that afternoon.  Now, Sam and I don't usually build stuff together, but when we first bought our house we did a lot of remodeling, and I was always the instruction reader.  So, of course, Sam told me to figure out the instructions.  The problem, however, was that the instructions only included pictures, and the wood could fit together a number of different ways.  We put it together, and took it apart 4 times because something was upside down, or screwed together wrong.  Each time, Sam told me that I should have read the instructions better, and I told him that if he wanted to figure out the instructions, he was more than welcome to help out.  Throw in a few melt downs from Halle and Chase, and we about lost it.  We went all white trash, and bickered in the backyard about who was doing what wrong, and what needed to be fixed.  The neighbors could probably hear.  Now, I'm embarrassed, but at the time I could have cared less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a whole lot of exhaustion, we finished.  And we're still married.  Now, Chase better stay out of my flower beds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4452405243466990885?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4452405243466990885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4452405243466990885' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4452405243466990885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4452405243466990885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-all-else-fails-read-instructionsor.html' title='When All Else Fails, Make Your Husband Read the Instructions'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S-drY1T756I/AAAAAAAAA0E/9d_zvfUpOO4/s72-c/DSC01538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1581768503659770470</id><published>2010-05-03T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:01:00.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Excuse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been on a blogging hiatus.  I wish I had some cool excuse, like, I've been out of the country, or we are starting a new business, but I don't.  We have just been going about life lately, watching the Jazz and complaining about Utah spring weather.  So, here's a brief summary of our activities since I last blogged:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, we joined Halle and her preschool class for a field trip at the zoo.  It was fun to see Halle interact with her school friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m3fE2aKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/9lKXA1H48rY/s1600/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m3fE2aKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/9lKXA1H48rY/s400/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467131207327574178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halle absolutely loves preschool.  She has learned so much, and made many good friends.  She is in her final month of preschool, and looking forward to entering kindergarten.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase absolutely loved the zoo.  I could not get him to take his eyes of the animals to look at my camera, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m2uQSsuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IR_TuxIJlNI/s1600/DSC01491.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m2uQSsuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IR_TuxIJlNI/s400/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467131194222228194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also celebrated my 29th birthday.  Umm... How did I get that old?  We had a great day, and Chase really loved my cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m2MgRWeI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1zKgOURPxHk/s1600/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m2MgRWeI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1zKgOURPxHk/s400/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467131185162443234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly though, I've been busy being a mom.  I love being a mom to these two darlings.  90% of the time, they drive me crazy, but every once in a while, they look so darn cute, I can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m1RQn89I/AAAAAAAAAzk/XJckbKG6FfM/s1600/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m1RQn89I/AAAAAAAAAzk/XJckbKG6FfM/s400/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467131169259123666" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3367637108565476799-1581768503659770470?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1581768503659770470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1581768503659770470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1581768503659770470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1581768503659770470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-my-excuse.html' title='What&apos;s My Excuse?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S98m3fE2aKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/9lKXA1H48rY/s72-c/DSC01489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-457526765515817734</id><published>2010-04-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:05:32.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, Halle turned 5!  She has been crossing off the days on a calendar for about 2 months, anxiously awaiting her birthday.  The day was all about Halle's favorites: presents, Zupa's for lunch, movies, Panda Express for dinner, and cupcakes.  It was a great day, and we love our 5-year-old girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S7oIGlmK7AI/AAAAAAAAAzU/bsmHqJl8oaQ/s1600/DSC01478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S7oIGlmK7AI/AAAAAAAAAzU/bsmHqJl8oaQ/s400/DSC01478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456682807777225730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle is such a special girl.  She &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;loves school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and is looking forward to entering kindergarten.  She &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;takes dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and already has more moves than I ever dreamed of having.  She &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;loves to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with her friends.  She is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;antastic big sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  She &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;will try any food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and likes most of it.  She l&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;oves to make crafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  And, of course, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;she's adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ove you, Halle!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-457526765515817734?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/457526765515817734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=457526765515817734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/457526765515817734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/457526765515817734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/04/high-five.html' title='High Five'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S7oIGlmK7AI/AAAAAAAAAzU/bsmHqJl8oaQ/s72-c/DSC01478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6694830229342331270</id><published>2010-03-29T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:01:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summary of my Day(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S7EwMs7bM8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/wpiZCf3uxUc/s1600/a-gallon-of-diet-coke-straight-to-the-dome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S7EwMs7bM8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/wpiZCf3uxUc/s400/a-gallon-of-diet-coke-straight-to-the-dome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454193618499351490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(during a phone conversation with Sam earlier today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sam: Does your whole day consist of following the kids around while drinking Diet Coke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Me: Pretty much.&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/3367637108565476799-6694830229342331270?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6694830229342331270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6694830229342331270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6694830229342331270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6694830229342331270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/03/summary-of-my-days.html' title='A Summary of my Day(s)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S7EwMs7bM8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/wpiZCf3uxUc/s72-c/a-gallon-of-diet-coke-straight-to-the-dome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-8171459393642280171</id><published>2010-03-18T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:52:06.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I {Heart} JIMMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S6KZvdxPHKI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jJkWc5c4obE/s1600-h/i.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S6KZvdxPHKI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jJkWc5c4obE/s400/i.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087539795762338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love the Cougars.  Like, we totally love the Cougars.  We have a BYU flag that hangs outside our house 365 days a year.  90% of my husband's t-shirts have BYU's logo plastered all over them.  I can tell you just about any stat on this team.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, where was I when BYU tipped off against Florida to start the NCAAs?  At the Children's Museum. The freakin' Children's Museum.  And, just in case you are wondering, there are no TVs there.  Not one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle had a class field trip, and despite many attempts of bribery, Halle wanted to go, so I took her and Chase.  I was on the phone with Sam for about 2 straight hours getting updates on the game.  Luckily, I made it home just in time to watch the Cougars pull it out in the 2nd overtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait to watch the Cougars again on Saturday.  Hopefully, we can win another one and come back to SLC!  Go COUGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-8171459393642280171?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8171459393642280171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=8171459393642280171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8171459393642280171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8171459393642280171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heart-jimmer.html' title='I {Heart} JIMMER!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S6KZvdxPHKI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jJkWc5c4obE/s72-c/i.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-64344155344951649</id><published>2010-03-04T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:59:34.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnin' Love</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;For the next week, Chase's hand is going to look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S5AOkGwJBcI/AAAAAAAAAyU/k8f-UM-t1-4/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S5AOkGwJBcI/AAAAAAAAAyU/k8f-UM-t1-4/s400/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444867962941539778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning when I went to answer the phone, Chase pulled my hair straightener down off of the counter and burnt his hand.  He has blisters on his fingers and palm.  The poor little guy screamed for like 2 hours straight.  Luckily, it didn't burn on any joints, which would have made healing much worse.  For the next week, I will be changing bandages, washing out his hand, medicating him and hopefully keep him from ripping his little mitten off.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let my mommy mishap serve as a reminder to everyone to keep hot things away from little people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-64344155344951649?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/64344155344951649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=64344155344951649' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/64344155344951649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/64344155344951649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/03/burnin-love.html' title='Burnin&apos; Love'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S5AOkGwJBcI/AAAAAAAAAyU/k8f-UM-t1-4/s72-c/DSC01471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7130113210223637951</id><published>2010-02-14T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:45:15.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Right in the Middle of "That Phase"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chase is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TROUBLE!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All he wants to do is climb, wrestle, and live on the edge.  It is absolutely exhausting watching him all day.  I don't ever have a chance to work on anything, because if I turn my back, he is causing ruckus somewhere.  He throws food, makes messes, doesn't go to bed on time, but there's one thing I know for sure:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;He's adorable!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We love you, Bubba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S3jCMH-7anI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YBXPdEvcjgw/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S3jCMH-7anI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YBXPdEvcjgw/s400/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438310063607081586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-7130113210223637951?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7130113210223637951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7130113210223637951' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7130113210223637951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7130113210223637951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/02/were-right-in-middle-of-that-phase.html' title='We&apos;re Right in the Middle of &quot;That Phase&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S3jCMH-7anI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YBXPdEvcjgw/s72-c/DSC01459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5724268477251920360</id><published>2010-01-21T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:58:09.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed the BYU game in some pretty amazing seats last night.  Sam always goes to the games, but yesterday I thought we'd try to bring the whole family and sit up in the rafters while the kids ran around.  Luckily for us though, my brother Ryan came through in the clutch.  Ryan knows Dave Rose's wife through work, and she offered him 6 3rd row seats for last night's game.  That's the third time Ryan has had the seats, but the first time I've been able to go.  We had a pre-game meal at the Marriott Center, free concessions throughout the game, and a pretty good view of the game.  To top it all off, the Cougars won, taking their record to 19-1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEKefUJSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/GQP7JmXXJMQ/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEKefUJSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/GQP7JmXXJMQ/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234666313098530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan, Devin, Ryan, Sam &amp;amp; Chase before the game.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEJ-B19yI/AAAAAAAAAx0/iy2p__cWhF4/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEJ-B19yI/AAAAAAAAAx0/iy2p__cWhF4/s400/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234657599551266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle was thrilled to be so close to the cheerleaders.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEJYSyCCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lAE1FIWaRWM/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEJYSyCCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lAE1FIWaRWM/s400/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234647470049314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase clapping for the Cougars!&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/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEIyVbz1I/AAAAAAAAAxk/A-GvIUjgYVc/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEIyVbz1I/AAAAAAAAAxk/A-GvIUjgYVc/s400/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234637280628562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEITuu3PI/AAAAAAAAAxc/61eJRUYXeUA/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEITuu3PI/AAAAAAAAAxc/61eJRUYXeUA/s400/DSC01454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234629065235698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-5724268477251920360?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5724268477251920360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5724268477251920360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5724268477251920360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5724268477251920360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-enjoyed-byu-game-in-some-pretty.html' title='Cougar Craze'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S1iEKefUJSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/GQP7JmXXJMQ/s72-c/DSC01447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6595943104702060557</id><published>2010-01-20T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:48:59.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues?</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking in the blog department lately, and I have a really good excuse:  I hate January.  Like, I really hate it.  Why?  1)  Inversions are the worst!  2) I hate driving in the snow.   3) It's stinkin' cold!  4) My skin could seriously use some color.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year about this time I start to check out real estate in Arizona.  I don't mind snow around Christmas time, but come December 26th, I am ready for spring.  There's nothing better than watching a tulip come out of the ground.  Here's the depressing part:  That's still 3 months away!  That's 90 days!  So, for the next 90 days, I'm stuck in the house, trying to entertain my children.  Yay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, at least Jack Bauer is back saving the world from terrorists.  &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/3367637108565476799-6595943104702060557?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6595943104702060557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6595943104702060557' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6595943104702060557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6595943104702060557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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-3367637108565476799.post-684907791921780039</id><published>2010-01-06T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:20:44.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I'm Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my New Years Resolutions is to be more grateful for what I have.  Too often I find myself thinking, "if we only had a bigger house/car/paycheck/etc.," but I have so many things in my life that make me smile.  Most of all, my beautiful babies!  They are bigger now, and just as adorable, but I love to look at their tiny features of when they were just new.  You are welcome to check out their adorableness and ohh! and ahh!  all you want.  I love these two! &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/_WasYw85vSGI/S0Tg3sx57zI/AAAAAAAAAxU/e8W7EcCkmGM/s1600-h/sc0685fa43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S0Tg3sx57zI/AAAAAAAAAxU/e8W7EcCkmGM/s400/sc0685fa43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423707098778824498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S0Tg3NIeg5I/AAAAAAAAAxM/IKYi-m5V8BM/s1600-h/sc0684fcad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/S0Tg3NIeg5I/AAAAAAAAAxM/IKYi-m5V8BM/s400/sc0684fcad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423707090283561874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and if you are looking for one more reason to smile, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db3Fifi8JiY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;check this out&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a clip on a new documentary about babies.  Seriously, so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-684907791921780039?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/684907791921780039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=684907791921780039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/684907791921780039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/684907791921780039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-im-grateful.html' title='Today I&apos;m Grateful'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/S0Tg3sx57zI/AAAAAAAAAxU/e8W7EcCkmGM/s72-c/sc0685fa43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2391688521359827442</id><published>2009-12-28T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:37:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmGSXex2GI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DuqZNXZEupQ/s1600-h/sc00f80a85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmGSXex2GI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DuqZNXZEupQ/s400/sc00f80a85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420511276615981154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and I celebrated 7 years of marriage on December 27!  How did we celebrate?  Well, we took Chase to the InstaCare because he is suffering from his 3rd ear infection in 8 weeks, we waited forever at the pharmacy for prescriptions, and we played with the kids.  An anniversary on Sunday doesn't allow for too much excitement!  We will be having a date night soon to celebrate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the gushy stuff:  I am so grateful for Sam.  He is such an amazing husband and father.  He definitely makes up for places where I lack, and I like to think that I do the same for him.  We have a great time together, and I am so lucky to have him in my life.  XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2391688521359827442?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2391688521359827442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2391688521359827442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2391688521359827442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2391688521359827442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucky-7.html' title='Lucky 7'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmGSXex2GI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DuqZNXZEupQ/s72-c/sc00f80a85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4342905975982921419</id><published>2009-12-28T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:31:25.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Christmas finally came!  We had such a wonderful time visiting with family, opening presents, eating yummy food and watching the kids enjoy the magic of Christmas.  We were spoiled, as always.  We are so blessed to have such giving families.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a family this year, owe tried to focus on the true meaning of Christmas, and it was so awesome to see Halle appreciate the Savior's birth.  I am so grateful for Christ's presence in our lives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little photo summary of our Christmas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making cookies for Santa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDqyEpkfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Efcq_Duky14/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDqyEpkfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Efcq_Duky14/s400/DSC01415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420508397536121330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decorating Gingerbread Houses on Christmas Eve night...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDbVLhteI/AAAAAAAAAww/9II4iyM40QY/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDbVLhteI/AAAAAAAAAww/9II4iyM40QY/s400/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420508132082300386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reenacting the Nativity.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chase makes an adorable shepherd)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDawpz2GI/AAAAAAAAAwo/R6aarThymh0/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDawpz2GI/AAAAAAAAAwo/R6aarThymh0/s400/DSC01419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420508122277206114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Checking out stuff from Santa...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Sam showing Halle how to use her new IPod)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDaPrBj_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ca8pr4IbUMw/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDaPrBj_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ca8pr4IbUMw/s400/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420508113423929330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chase loved this toy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDZxM5vbI/AAAAAAAAAwY/DOsI_p_b3jM/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDZxM5vbI/AAAAAAAAAwY/DOsI_p_b3jM/s400/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420508105244523954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCwr8dl_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/pib1-S_ykKw/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCwr8dl_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/pib1-S_ykKw/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420507399458756594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCwPB3GxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/o6OXr9GthAk/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCwPB3GxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/o6OXr9GthAk/s400/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420507391696771858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laughing...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Sam gave Devin a Snuggie!  Hilarious!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCvn41GCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/QM8a5DsmsKM/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCvn41GCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/QM8a5DsmsKM/s400/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420507381189908514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spending time with family...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCvXMFZII/AAAAAAAAAv4/2rF2r_HwyHU/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCvXMFZII/AAAAAAAAAv4/2rF2r_HwyHU/s400/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420507376707265666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCu61gNFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pjyUOhP4le4/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmCu61gNFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pjyUOhP4le4/s400/DSC01440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420507369096361042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful day!  I hope that we can keep the spirit of Christmas in our home year-round.&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/3367637108565476799-4342905975982921419?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4342905975982921419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4342905975982921419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4342905975982921419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4342905975982921419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SzmDqyEpkfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Efcq_Duky14/s72-c/DSC01415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3041966287909505526</id><published>2009-12-19T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:52:17.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have tried to fit as much fun as possible into our December, and my blog took a backseat.  I don't think I've ever gone a month without a post, so I promise to be better about posting.  Anyway, we've had a great month.  We try to do something fun a couple of times a week.  It has been so fun to watch the kids enjoy everything that Christmas time has to offer.  We are looking forward to a fun-filled week ahead... The Las Vegas Bowl (Sam's going), Christmas Eve party, and of course, Christmas!  It will be so much fun to watch Halle and Chase.  There's nothing better than a kid on Christmas.  We can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a few photos of what we've been up to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gingerbread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Houses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CzqTke0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/pKyo_fNHvvU/s400/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129750837885762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2DOzF_J4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/GdRDhb-gWSI/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2DOzF_J4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/GdRDhb-gWSI/s1600-h/DSC01395.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: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2DOzF_J4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/GdRDhb-gWSI/s400/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417130217053300610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank goodness Santa shows up to the ward Christmas party, so I don't have to stand in line at the mall!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CzD6CN7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/xPTX2UbCVOE/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CzD6CN7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/xPTX2UbCVOE/s400/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129740530235314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My kids look totally enthused.  At least I got Santa to look at the camera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Gatherings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CyoMyb1I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OLF5Q-xhOZ4/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CyoMyb1I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OLF5Q-xhOZ4/s400/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129733092699986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael (Sam's Brother), Sam, and Chase... Oh, my goodness!  Chase isn't looking at the camera.  That's a first. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Recital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CyVlgkYI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_37paIGED9A/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CyVlgkYI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_37paIGED9A/s400/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129728096113026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2Cx9jwGiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gk31tYBugnU/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2Cx9jwGiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gk31tYBugnU/s400/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129721646291490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halle &amp;amp; her friend, Mallory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We love December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/3367637108565476799-3041966287909505526?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3041966287909505526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3041966287909505526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3041966287909505526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3041966287909505526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-love-december.html' title='We Love December!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sy2CzqTke0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/pKyo_fNHvvU/s72-c/DSC01379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3834661390026754988</id><published>2009-11-19T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:24:48.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you build it, they will come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In-N-Out Burger opened today, and we love the place so much, we just had to make it to opening day.  We waited about an hour. (Well, Sam did... He stood in the cold, while the kids and I went to a nearby Kohl's and then swooped in just in time to order.)  We felt a little like vultures, staring people down and waiting for a table.  The food was oh-so-great, and the Diet Coke was first class.  (In-N-Out has the best Diet Coke around.)  It was super fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SwX7imSgc7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/ofN1w-Fy1sE/s1600/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SwX7imSgc7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/ofN1w-Fy1sE/s400/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406003499540444082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3834661390026754988?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3834661390026754988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3834661390026754988' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3834661390026754988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3834661390026754988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html' title='If you build it, they will come'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SwX7imSgc7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/ofN1w-Fy1sE/s72-c/DSC01363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3537526864961365149</id><published>2009-11-04T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:18:21.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase is 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJL0alzBvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/f9PoFjlqAc0/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJL0alzBvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/f9PoFjlqAc0/s400/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400462267033782002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chase is one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  We celebrated his birthday with our families with pizza, presents, and cake.  It was a great party!  Chase loved getting new toys, and Halle loved "helping" Chase open his presents.  I can't believe our "Little Monkey" is already one.  It has been a quick year.  Thanks to everyone who helped us celebrate.  Here's a few photos of our party:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJL0IkqSyI/AAAAAAAAAug/COfXMkVFKuE/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJL0IkqSyI/AAAAAAAAAug/COfXMkVFKuE/s400/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400462262197177122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLztZb93I/AAAAAAAAAuY/98qA9a-eoGk/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLztZb93I/AAAAAAAAAuY/98qA9a-eoGk/s400/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400462254902343538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLy2AIW_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/fXmdY1q-nqE/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLy2AIW_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/fXmdY1q-nqE/s400/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400462240032250866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLydeWh_I/AAAAAAAAAuI/x1mUki0OBM4/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLydeWh_I/AAAAAAAAAuI/x1mUki0OBM4/s400/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400462233448122354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLRIZs1OI/AAAAAAAAAuA/CZqNaQcm1sE/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLRIZs1OI/AAAAAAAAAuA/CZqNaQcm1sE/s400/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400461660855784674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Chase loved his cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think these photos tell the whole story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLQwG_8aI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jD2rHksvGII/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLQwG_8aI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jD2rHksvGII/s400/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400461654334894498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLQZqu7iI/AAAAAAAAAtw/YtzNgSNtGI8/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLQZqu7iI/AAAAAAAAAtw/YtzNgSNtGI8/s400/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400461648310758946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLP8O48RI/AAAAAAAAAto/MkF-neVse7s/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLP8O48RI/AAAAAAAAAto/MkF-neVse7s/s400/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400461640409346322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLPXnT28I/AAAAAAAAAtg/OtIk0SW_YsU/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJLPXnT28I/AAAAAAAAAtg/OtIk0SW_YsU/s400/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400461630579661762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love Chase so much.  He is such a little sweetie.  Here's a few facts about Chase on his first birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He loves his daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  He loves to watch out the window for daddy to come home every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;He loves Curious George. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know if this is good or not, but he'll sit and watch about 15 minutes of Curious George.  It's pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;He can walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just like his older sister, he learned a week before his first birthday.  He's pretty quick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He hates baby food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Whenever I try to feed him with a spoon, it ends up being a mess.  He'll only eat if he can feed himself.  He loves goldfish, peas, fruit, and Cafe Rio kids quesadillas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday, Chase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3537526864961365149?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3537526864961365149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3537526864961365149' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3537526864961365149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3537526864961365149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/chase-is-1.html' title='Chase is 1!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SvJL0alzBvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/f9PoFjlqAc0/s72-c/DSC01337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7254196612375539721</id><published>2009-11-01T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:25:31.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Despite everyone in the family fighting sickness, we still managed to have a fun Halloween.  We loved events like visiting the pumpkin patch, watching Halle at her pre-school parade, attending trunk-or-treat at the church, and of course, dressing up and eating lots of candy.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4kfkIpNOI/AAAAAAAAAtY/sj3sT4bu3VY/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4kfkIpNOI/AAAAAAAAAtY/sj3sT4bu3VY/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399293127958279394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Our very own "Punkin" at the Pumpkin Patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4kfXQIaZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5A6NTBdib7k/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4kfXQIaZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5A6NTBdib7k/s400/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399293124500023698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Halle in her preschool class waiting for the performance to start.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4ke3F7qgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/12jFgb2kzzs/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4ke3F7qgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/12jFgb2kzzs/s400/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399293115867310594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Halle dressed up as a flapper girl this year.  Our awesome neighbor, Michelle, made flapper outfits for Halle, Quinsi, and Emilee.  They turned out so cute.  Thanks, Michelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4keibMx6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/9R_nm6gbzEg/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4keibMx6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/9R_nm6gbzEg/s400/DSC01312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399293110319368098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chase was a monster.  He loved wearing his monster head.  We even got him to say "roar" a couple of times.  (Although it sounded more like "raaa.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4keXtKmCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d5QUeMhDWG4/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4keXtKmCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d5QUeMhDWG4/s400/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399293107441932322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My kids and I at my parents house.&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/3367637108565476799-7254196612375539721?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7254196612375539721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7254196612375539721' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7254196612375539721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7254196612375539721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Su4kfkIpNOI/AAAAAAAAAtY/sj3sT4bu3VY/s72-c/DSC01294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6098406530803033497</id><published>2009-10-19T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:53:46.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We just got back from a fantastic family vacation!  It included all of the musts: thrills, fun, relaxation, laughter, late nights, and sunshine!  We started in St. George at Sam's grandma's condo for a few days.  We love going down there to swim, shop, and eat at In-n-Out.  Chase took his first unassisted steps at the condo, which was a thrill.  From there, we drove to Southern California for a day at the beach, 3 days at Disneyland, and the BYU/San Diego State game.  It's was so nice to spend the week together without any distractions of regular life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little photo summary and commentary of our trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEACH&lt;/span&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/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hdXWLxCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/G-izRSVe-s8/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hdXWLxCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/G-izRSVe-s8/s400/DSC01173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394504717026706466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Our family at the beach.  We went there when we arrived at California, but the weather wasn't great, so we didn't get in our suits.  We still had fun playing, though.  (I tried through the whole trip to get a good family shot, but Chase is always checking something else out... I think it was a bird this time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hckFPCOI/AAAAAAAAAso/KHXlBQ1Fj2I/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hckFPCOI/AAAAAAAAAso/KHXlBQ1Fj2I/s400/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394504703265409250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chunka getting his toes (and pants) wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hcCK8-5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ab7ONCYdWjQ/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hcCK8-5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ab7ONCYdWjQ/s400/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394504694162586514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a long car ride, Chase was so thrilled get out and get dirty.  What a cutie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DISNEYLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hbvbHMII/AAAAAAAAAsY/iiKpaVtQbQ0/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hbvbHMII/AAAAAAAAAsY/iiKpaVtQbQ0/s400/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394504689130090626" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hbHdjiDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RPfooKut9Z4/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hbHdjiDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RPfooKut9Z4/s400/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394504678402918450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We loved meeting the characters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gxwNUuiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/A4TAg1Qq9Mo/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gxwNUuiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/A4TAg1Qq9Mo/s400/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503967786187298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And riding the rides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gxS89XkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/thsYsIiPpEs/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gxS89XkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/thsYsIiPpEs/s400/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503959932919362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and meeting Tinkerbell's fairy friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gwzwypXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QUH2oo0D2t8/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gwzwypXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QUH2oo0D2t8/s400/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503951560385906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and playing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gwfTPxjI/AAAAAAAAArw/GPvY4mq7hkY/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gwfTPxjI/AAAAAAAAArw/GPvY4mq7hkY/s400/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503946067756594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and being with family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gv4SPucI/AAAAAAAAAro/6ldr2UyGWks/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gv4SPucI/AAAAAAAAAro/6ldr2UyGWks/s400/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503935594576322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and watching parades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gHNaaccI/AAAAAAAAArg/ukSjdhA_I94/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gHNaaccI/AAAAAAAAArg/ukSjdhA_I94/s400/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503236891341250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and cheering on the Cougars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gGX1W4pI/AAAAAAAAArY/Mzj4T7UzptE/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gGX1W4pI/AAAAAAAAArY/Mzj4T7UzptE/s400/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503222508839570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and spending time with Grams and Papa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(My parents joined us for 2 days in Disney and the football game.  So nice of them to come help out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gF2WM_JI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-umTxcf8TK4/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gF2WM_JI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-umTxcf8TK4/s400/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503213519797394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and experiencing everything Disney has to offer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(This is what Sam chose for our lunch one day.  A GIANT turkey leg.  It was good!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gFPnrmHI/AAAAAAAAArI/B1vrZWHvLqs/s1600-h/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gFPnrmHI/AAAAAAAAArI/B1vrZWHvLqs/s400/DSC01287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503203124123762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gEZnEujI/AAAAAAAAArA/lmeAMdRpFn4/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/St0gEZnEujI/AAAAAAAAArA/lmeAMdRpFn4/s400/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394503188626061874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it was all done, we played so hard, we were all tuckered right out!&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/3367637108565476799-6098406530803033497?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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/_WasYw85vSGI/St0hdXWLxCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/G-izRSVe-s8/s72-c/DSC01173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5265240172272222270</id><published>2009-09-30T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:58:58.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mom spoiled the girls with a night out last night at the Miley Cyrus concert.  She bought us tickets months ago, and Halle has been not-so-patiently waiting for the big night.  She LOVES Miley Cyrus.  So, last night my mom, Bethany &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(minus Audrey :( Missed you!)&lt;/span&gt;, Halle, and I headed downtown for the concert.  We had a great time.  I haven't heard that much squealing in a while.  My ears are still recovering.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9wKUN_cI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gvz_sClNWwE/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9wKUN_cI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gvz_sClNWwE/s400/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387287845621595586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle and I before the show&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9vrS9baI/AAAAAAAAApw/d7UhayW64xc/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9vrS9baI/AAAAAAAAApw/d7UhayW64xc/s400/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387287837294816674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle and Grams&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9vPOl-BI/AAAAAAAAApo/e6P63d2mbiQ/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9vPOl-BI/AAAAAAAAApo/e6P63d2mbiQ/s400/DSC01125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387287829760309266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9ugNJ0dI/AAAAAAAAApg/G5TasqMPIvo/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9ugNJ0dI/AAAAAAAAApg/G5TasqMPIvo/s400/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387287817137803730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle waving to Miley in her new, favorite shirt  grandma got her.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9uK9hwJI/AAAAAAAAApY/ApTWzHASwNU/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9uK9hwJI/AAAAAAAAApY/ApTWzHASwNU/s400/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387287811435118738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the tickets, Mom!  You're the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-5265240172272222270?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5265240172272222270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5265240172272222270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5265240172272222270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5265240172272222270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/party-in-usa.html' title='Party in the USA'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN9wKUN_cI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gvz_sClNWwE/s72-c/DSC01112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1748140017861859617</id><published>2009-09-30T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:45:49.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About the Kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been a serious blog slacker.  Hopefully, I can play a little catch-up today.  We've been taking it pretty easy the last couple of weeks.  Sam has been loving football season (well, mostly loving... he's almost over the Florida State loss... almost).  I've been enjoying my time at home with the kids, but I'm excited to start substituting on Fridays.  I've really missed teaching, and my dad has Fridays off, and volunteered to watch my kids while I go in.  I'm excited to get back in the school, even if it is for only one day a week.  The kids are doing great.  Halle is loving preschool and dance, and Chase is the cutest, little "chunka" around.  So, for the most part, life is pretty good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a couple of pictures from Halle's class field trips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3he_efLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ilkN-12aQCU/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3he_efLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ilkN-12aQCU/s400/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387280996403936434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is Halle feeding the horses at Wheeler Farm. &lt;/span&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3gmM_FqI/AAAAAAAAApI/8N57LsbGqp0/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3gmM_FqI/AAAAAAAAApI/8N57LsbGqp0/s400/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387280981159777954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's my Chunk-a-love at the farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3gCpKO4I/AAAAAAAAApA/471gP7J1Xd0/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3gCpKO4I/AAAAAAAAApA/471gP7J1Xd0/s400/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387280971614272386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chase chillin' at the aquarium...  Notice how he doesn't have any shoes on.  He HATES shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3ftblb5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/g5f9jXS_174/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3ftblb5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/g5f9jXS_174/s400/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387280965920190354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Halle and her friend Mallory touching the sting rays.  I thought Halle was going to jump in and swim with them a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3fL5VokI/AAAAAAAAAow/GNO9Y6QGud4/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3fL5VokI/AAAAAAAAAow/GNO9Y6QGud4/s400/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387280956918178370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chase's diet mostly consists of milk and goldfish crackers because he hates when I try to feed him with a spoon.  So, I've finally decided that he can just feed himself whatever we are eating.  It's messy, but worth a picture.&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/3367637108565476799-1748140017861859617?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SsN3he_efLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ilkN-12aQCU/s72-c/DSC01084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4891925311068908396</id><published>2009-09-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:42:07.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All summer long, Halle has been asking, "How many days until preschool starts?"  We've been answering this question for months, so we were all thrilled when the day finally arrived!  She's had her "first day of school" outfit picked for weeks.  She looked so stinkin' cute walking into Miss Karie's Preschool.  It should be a fun year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDs-jZiZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/e4AQKB0HZzU/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDs-jZiZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/e4AQKB0HZzU/s400/DSC01081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553826134657426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDs-jZiZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/e4AQKB0HZzU/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDsAenH0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/spracTc9j4c/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDsAenH0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/spracTc9j4c/s400/DSC01077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553809471577922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDsAenH0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/spracTc9j4c/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also started dance again.  She's a busy girl, but that's just how she likes it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDrrnS9qI/AAAAAAAAAnA/HtDSPhVdYpQ/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDrrnS9qI/AAAAAAAAAnA/HtDSPhVdYpQ/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDrrnS9qI/AAAAAAAAAnA/HtDSPhVdYpQ/s400/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553803870860962" /&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/3367637108565476799-4891925311068908396?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4891925311068908396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4891925311068908396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4891925311068908396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4891925311068908396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SqgDs-jZiZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/e4AQKB0HZzU/s72-c/DSC01081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4632204116618418005</id><published>2009-09-05T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:27:11.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW 'BOUT THOSE COUGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqMrsmP5aWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aO0TP5Gi3fw/s1600-h/c13441da-ed09-47a0-b870-2c0833d6181e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SqMrsmP5aWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aO0TP5Gi3fw/s400/c13441da-ed09-47a0-b870-2c0833d6181e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378190425191967074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4632204116618418005?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4632204116618418005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4632204116618418005' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4632204116618418005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4632204116618418005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-game.html' title='What a Game!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SqMrsmP5aWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aO0TP5Gi3fw/s72-c/c13441da-ed09-47a0-b870-2c0833d6181e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1195697501093810664</id><published>2009-09-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:02:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Bad Mom?</title><content type='html'>Bottom line:  I cannot wait for Halle's preschool to start.  I will not cry.  I will probably skip home after dropping her off.  That girl makes me tired!  So, is there something wrong with me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next question:  Can a 10 month old go to preschool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1195697501093810664?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1195697501093810664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1195697501093810664' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1195697501093810664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1195697501093810664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-bad-mom.html' title='Am I a Bad Mom?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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-3367637108565476799.post-4747262987680640292</id><published>2009-08-18T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:21:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Lost an Olsen Twin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On March 1, Sam and I decided that we needed to change our eating habits.  We were way to used to eating out, and we were looking more than a little chubby.  Anyway, we decided that we wanted our diet to be easy.  We didn't want to deny ourselves anything, because we've both done diets that limit the types of food that you can eat, and those are no fun!  So, we made some rules:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  We would ourselves to around 1500-1800 calories per day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  If we wanted to eat out, we could, but we had to share the meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  We wouldn't snack between meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, Sam has lost 75+ pounds, and I've lost 25!  It has been relatively easy, because we've been doing it together.  We still enjoy eating at all of our favorite places, but we just share, which not only saves calories, but $$$ too!  What a deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4747262987680640292?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4747262987680640292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4747262987680640292' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4747262987680640292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4747262987680640292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/weve-lost-olsen-twin.html' title='We&apos;ve Lost an Olsen Twin!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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-3367637108565476799.post-293682454662616072</id><published>2009-08-13T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:01:39.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life at our house has been crazy the last week.  Chase got the stomach flu... and then Halle got it... and then I got it... and then Sam got it.  Chase is still recovering, but for the most part, we are all back to normal again.  But, among all the chaos, we still found some time for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love a good deal, so when $2 Tuesdays go on at Thanksgiving Point, we take full advantage.  The crowds are huge (apparently I'm not the only deal-lovin', Mormon mom out there), but we still have a good time.  So far, we've spent one Tuesday at the Gardens, and one Tuesday at the Dinosaur Museum.  My kids love both places, and I love getting them out of the house, so all parties involved are happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO-4qF-bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xSIV-8x0HmE/s1600-h/DSC01033.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO-4qF-bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xSIV-8x0HmE/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369503498000267698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO-Do2msI/AAAAAAAAAmA/K5VbLBPOJFE/s1600-h/DSC01026.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO-Do2msI/AAAAAAAAAmA/K5VbLBPOJFE/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369503483767986882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while back, Sam and I were asked to take part in Youth Conference.  We had to create a bread stand that looked like something from Book of Mormon times.  It was so much fun!  We dressed up (as the directions stated), and even dressed up our kids as little Nephites.  It was so cool to see the church get transformed into Jeruselum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO9mDQ2bI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XlgEyz5Kw20/s1600-h/DSC01035.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO9mDQ2bI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XlgEyz5Kw20/s320/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369503475825695154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO9EdpI6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/uYjM0_l7v6w/s1600-h/DSC01036.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO9EdpI6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/uYjM0_l7v6w/s320/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369503466809533346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO8p8BahI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Aa2kt5lAyFE/s1600-h/DSC01039.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO8p8BahI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Aa2kt5lAyFE/s320/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369503459689196050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that we are all back to normal, hopefully we'll be able to do lots more playing before summer comes to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-293682454662616072?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/293682454662616072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=293682454662616072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/293682454662616072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/293682454662616072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-that.html' title='This &amp; That'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SoRO-4qF-bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xSIV-8x0HmE/s72-c/DSC01033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7281923172094619731</id><published>2009-08-03T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:30:40.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Different Baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Same Trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SndWZdfqhCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6IBM1SjcGBY/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852476449391650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase (9 Months)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SndWZ6w7iZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pKIc_5ONlAo/s1600-h/DSC01256.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SndWZ6w7iZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pKIc_5ONlAo/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852484306438546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle (9 Months)&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;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/3367637108565476799-7281923172094619731?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7281923172094619731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=7281923172094619731' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7281923172094619731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/7281923172094619731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SndWZdfqhCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6IBM1SjcGBY/s72-c/DSC01023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-7400493855152448083</id><published>2009-08-03T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:10:23.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sam's whole family came into town last week for a week of fun!  It was so great to see everyone, since we don't get to hang out very often.  We tried to cram as many activities as we could in a short amount of time.  Here's a little photo summary of our week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played in the sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SncJUTWwHFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MdAeawDTXlU/s1600-h/DSC00966.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SncJUTWwHFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MdAeawDTXlU/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365767725432970322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SncJT8ViUMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RZwo7p5aTY8/s1600-h/DSC00980.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SncJT8ViUMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RZwo7p5aTY8/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365767719253856450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SncJTuNvByI/AAAAAAAAAlA/XdzOe6bxnVM/s1600-h/DSC00981.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SncJTuNvByI/AAAAAAAAAlA/XdzOe6bxnVM/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365767715463038754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Children's Museum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SncIW0CE0gI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pM4XqLCozBk/s1600-h/DSC00991.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SncIW0CE0gI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pM4XqLCozBk/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365766669052727810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SncIWre0i0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/SREUGq5Miy4/s1600-h/DSC01005.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SncIWre0i0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/SREUGq5Miy4/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365766666757376834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found our "WILD" side and went camping for a night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SncIWNjHUGI/AAAAAAAAAko/CfGFC0PLtPc/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SncIVW_Mt8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZDT_kkWXEq4/s1600-h/DSC01021.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SncIVW_Mt8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZDT_kkWXEq4/s320/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365766644076165058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great week.  We miss everyone already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-7400493855152448083?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7400493855152448083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2499941026432051256</id><published>2009-07-17T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:24:59.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, What Do You Do in the Summertime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here's a little glimpse into how we spend our summer days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD8p-Trm9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/QoAGUxod2lQ/s1600-h/DSC00885.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD8p-Trm9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/QoAGUxod2lQ/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359561354601274322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is Halle at her swimming lessons.  I am proud to say that after 8 days and $35, she can finally put her head under water. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD8pnNvdnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bsBGBaZQGjY/s1600-h/DSC00925.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD8pnNvdnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bsBGBaZQGjY/s320/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359561348402345586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD8pAN6GuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MeHJOOhMkxA/s1600-h/DSC00943.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD8pAN6GuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MeHJOOhMkxA/s320/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359561337934060258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;We spent a fun-filled day at the Gateway with Grandma shopping and splashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7gOz1KpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hOjA85-cu04/s1600-h/DSC00935.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7gOz1KpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hOjA85-cu04/s320/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560087720766098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7ftfkqhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ywEz3L_Bf6E/s1600-h/DSC00942.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7ftfkqhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ywEz3L_Bf6E/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560078777428498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7ezaDSEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cAR6iADAu6k/s1600-h/DSC00941.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7ezaDSEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cAR6iADAu6k/s320/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560063185012802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;splash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is Chase's first time in our little pool.  I love how his chub rolls over his swim trunks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7elOBoxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WdtwGeNiG2I/s1600-h/DSC00944.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7elOBoxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WdtwGeNiG2I/s320/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560059376476946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7eJgT3FI/AAAAAAAAAjI/_HAxbW7B3ms/s1600-h/DSC00959.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD7eJgT3FI/AAAAAAAAAjI/_HAxbW7B3ms/s320/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560051936975954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice that I left out the verb &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  We don't do that.  Halle's bedtime has somehow been pushed back to 10, and Chase never sleeps.  I seriously have zero control over my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Summertime?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SmD8p-Trm9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/QoAGUxod2lQ/s72-c/DSC00885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6956573430336357330</id><published>2009-07-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:56:41.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a fantastic &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  I love the 4th because it's a great opportunity to get together with friends and family.  It's also fun to dress my kids up in some cute red, white, and blue outfits.  We started our fun on the evening of the 3rd.  Riverton always has their parade on the evening before the 4th, and since Sam's bank always has a float in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Sam has to participate most years.  This year, he took Halle with him on the float, and she had a great time throwing out the candy.  Since I didn't want to stand out in the heat with Chase, he and I went shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0_l1PApI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HHIdhSgAAxs/s1600-h/DSC00889.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0_l1PApI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HHIdhSgAAxs/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355401173988737682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the morning of the 4th, my parents, Ryan, and Audrey joined us at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ice Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Compared to Pixar movies, this one ranks far below, but Halle and Audrey enjoyed it just the same.  We then met up with Sam's sister, Hilary, for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, Halle spent time playing with her friends, swimming, and getting dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0_VEOpgI/AAAAAAAAAi4/iihM31fqKpE/s1600-h/DSC00896.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0_VEOpgI/AAAAAAAAAi4/iihM31fqKpE/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355401169488225794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, we headed to my parent's house for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  We had a great time playing games and eating good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0-zq7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mh0goWmYznU/s1600-h/DSC00909.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0-zq7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mh0goWmYznU/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355401160523736242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was Halle before we left.  She picked out her own accessories.&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0-tJT1YI/AAAAAAAAAio/q9w8vXMJ5_o/s1600-h/DSC00912.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0-tJT1YI/AAAAAAAAAio/q9w8vXMJ5_o/s320/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355401158772118914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At the BBQ, Chase played with the drink bucket the entire time.  He's such a cutie!&lt;/span&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0XD5-OXI/AAAAAAAAAig/wWq6KdtHGQs/s1600-h/DSC00915.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0XD5-OXI/AAAAAAAAAig/wWq6KdtHGQs/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355400477687036274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the BBQ, we all headed down the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Stadium&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  My parents got us all tickets because they know how much Halle likes the Jonas Bros.  It was so much fun!  I can't believe I haven't ever been there because it is an amazing show.  Glen Beck was great as the host, and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jonas Bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. were so good!  I know I'm 28, but I am a fan.  Halle loved waving to them, and Chase was pretty good, considering the noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0Wx0qHzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4Bj9BZV1__w/s1600-h/DSC00920.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0Wx0qHzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4Bj9BZV1__w/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355400472832909106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is Halle and me waiting for the show to start.  I think she was a bit sick of the camera at this point of the day.&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0WQAAZfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RHUf_qW6Mek/s1600-h/DSC00922.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0WQAAZfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RHUf_qW6Mek/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355400463753700850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chunka and Grams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0Vl0UA1I/AAAAAAAAAiA/WqGk14Vg6MQ/s1600-h/6530_121837804971_503974971_3040670_7550457_n.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0Vl0UA1I/AAAAAAAAAiA/WqGk14Vg6MQ/s320/6530_121837804971_503974971_3040670_7550457_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355400452430365522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the Jonas Bros.!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What a show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3367637108565476799-6956573430336357330?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6956573430336357330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6956573430336357330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6956573430336357330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6956573430336357330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-on-4th.html' title='Fun on the 4th!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SlI0_l1PApI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HHIdhSgAAxs/s72-c/DSC00889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-626321809561780941</id><published>2009-06-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:08:12.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Celebrations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my little brother, Devin, got married in the Salt Lake Temple.  It was a beautiful day, and we had such a good time.  We are so excited to have Megan in our family.  She is so much fun.  Somehow, I only got one really blurry photo of the happy couple.  Anyway, here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08kmzvEqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/PBSvdwQyixE/s1600-h/DSC00836.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08kmzvEqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/PBSvdwQyixE/s320/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349498531976516258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Halle and me at the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08kSdraQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/eFFqxP5s-5U/s1600-h/4940_1161804851029_1405051652_448671_5299361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08kSdraQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/eFFqxP5s-5U/s320/4940_1161804851029_1405051652_448671_5299361_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349498526515292418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, lots of pictures at the reception:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08NkRjAYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HI47vOEJ1B8/s1600-h/DSC00839.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08NkRjAYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HI47vOEJ1B8/s320/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349498136159256962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08NTY8ShI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dPq5eqmP9NA/s1600-h/DSC00848.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08NTY8ShI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dPq5eqmP9NA/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349498131626871314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08NI43uqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cr7QCsZytO0/s1600-h/DSC00853.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08NI43uqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cr7QCsZytO0/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349498128808000162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08MvP2rJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sY8WckbLURg/s1600-h/DSC00851.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08MvP2rJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sY8WckbLURg/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349498121925078162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other family news, we are excited for a new niece!  Sam's sister, Roxane and her husband Mike, welcomed Baby Pernille last week.  We are sad that she lives in D.C., but we are looking forward to meeting her when they come out in about a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08MdZaCJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4DPn2ftlLz8/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08MdZaCJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4DPn2ftlLz8/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349498117133306002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-626321809561780941?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/626321809561780941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=626321809561780941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/626321809561780941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/626321809561780941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-celebrations.html' title='Family Celebrations!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sj08kmzvEqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/PBSvdwQyixE/s72-c/DSC00836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-8983825785574016153</id><published>2009-06-15T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:14:10.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Somehow, our summer of swimming and "fun in the sun" has turned into staying inside watching the rain.  And, by rain, I mean buckets and buckets of rain.  Crazy weather!  Anyway, we've been moving our fun inside and keeping our fingers crossed that we'll be able to enjoy some sunshine soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed a day at the Children's Museum with Dani, Isabel, and Paisley.  It was great to hang out with them.  Halle and Isabel got along great, and Dani and I got to see our childhood dream of having daughters as friends come to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKNp_XmQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ce4wM46Brws/s1600-h/DSC00797.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKNp_XmQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ce4wM46Brws/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754312251971842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKNDAAyRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ehYSYOslOFw/s1600-h/DSC00811.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKNDAAyRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ehYSYOslOFw/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754301785688338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been playing with friends a lot, too!  Quinsi and Halle love to have beauty parties.  They get their hair, nails, and make-up done just so they can go play in the dirt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKM_8NcTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Hy-kixyi42o/s1600-h/DSC00825.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKM_8NcTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Hy-kixyi42o/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754300964434226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chasers has been enjoying his baths.  He would stay in the tub all day if I let him.  It's the only place that I can get him to hold relatively still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKMsQ7vYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ilvyhYyQUnE/s1600-h/DSC00828.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKMsQ7vYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ilvyhYyQUnE/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754295682645378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And somehow, Chase has already learned to pull himself up to his feet.  All of a sudden, he can make it up all of the stairs, "speed crawl", and get on his feet.  He keeps me busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKMWpzewI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2xS6aS21Oxs/s1600-h/DSC00834.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKMWpzewI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2xS6aS21Oxs/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754289881381634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've had some fun, but we definitely want the sun to shine again, and soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-8983825785574016153?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8983825785574016153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=8983825785574016153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8983825785574016153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8983825785574016153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjcKNp_XmQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ce4wM46Brws/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5432017213254251001</id><published>2009-06-10T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:27:01.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the 21st Century, Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I did it.  I joined.  After saying I wouldn't.  I broke down.  Just one problem.  I'm totally confused.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjAxzXI63cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wYn0H_VJb0Y/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 56px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SjAxzXI63cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wYn0H_VJb0Y/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345827516143295938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-5432017213254251001?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5432017213254251001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5432017213254251001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5432017213254251001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5432017213254251001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-21st-century-ashley.html' title='Welcome to the 21st Century, Ashley'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SjAxzXI63cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wYn0H_VJb0Y/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3554766445517317531</id><published>2009-06-09T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:31:46.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?  Zack &amp; Kelly Broke Up!</title><content type='html'>For Jeff from the Max!  That guy's a creep.  My life is seriously over.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need proof?  Check it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/mark-paul-gosselaar-seeks-saved-by-the-bell-reunion-200996"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.usmagazine.com/news/mark-paul-gosselaar-seeks-saved-by-the-bell-reunion-200996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3367637108565476799-3554766445517317531?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3554766445517317531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3554766445517317531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3554766445517317531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3554766445517317531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-zach-kelly-broke-up.html' title='What?!?  Zack &amp; Kelly Broke Up!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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-3367637108565476799.post-6242198897657193661</id><published>2009-05-31T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:43:45.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Dance Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Halle had her final dance recital Friday night.  It has been so much fun watching her this year. She loves to get all "dolled up" so she can preform on the stage.  We are so proud of her!  Now, we are looking forward to a summer of soccer and swimming, but we can't wait for dance to start again in the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SiMRhtd1QKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fINcT-dl9KM/s1600-h/DSC00782.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SiMRhtd1QKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fINcT-dl9KM/s320/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342132853829615778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-236afff86b60ce72" 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://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D236afff86b60ce72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273717%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D103CFA572CF91D70BBDE7074480BF1B633ACEAE2.741C33B1282C621503DED9AF990059F3D108F148%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D236afff86b60ce72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvNC1qLVmTXDx26BNq5fYwf7C8RU&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://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D236afff86b60ce72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273717%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D103CFA572CF91D70BBDE7074480BF1B633ACEAE2.741C33B1282C621503DED9AF990059F3D108F148%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D236afff86b60ce72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvNC1qLVmTXDx26BNq5fYwf7C8RU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SiMRhWGZnMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lU5Lu1-V-_0/s320/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342132847557319874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This picture makes me laugh.  I wanted to get a picture of her class after their performance, but Halle was--in her words--"totally sick of pictures."  So, she decided to pout on the floor.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-6242198897657193661?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=236afff86b60ce72&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6242198897657193661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6242198897657193661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6242198897657193661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6242198897657193661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybody-dance-now.html' title='Everybody Dance Now!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SiMRhtd1QKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fINcT-dl9KM/s72-c/DSC00782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-5361908550114015792</id><published>2009-05-22T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:08:43.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;About two weeks ago, I saw a bird had built a nest in our tree.  Since then, a momma bird has been perched on that nest.  Every morning, Halle and I run outside to see if the baby bird had come yet, but every morning the momma bird still sat there.  (I thought she looked bored.  It's a good thing I've never had to be on bed rest.  Watching that bird made me realize how miserable it would be staying in the same place day after day.)  Anyway, this morning Momma Bird was still on the nest, but this afternoon as I sat outside watching Halle and her friends jump on the trampoline, I noticed that Momma Bird had left.  In her place sat these two perfect little babies.  One is chubbier than the other.  So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Shcf3b4ZJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/gp-S6wBXDdM/s1600-h/DSC00777.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Shcf3b4ZJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/gp-S6wBXDdM/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338770920508565378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Shcf3XNjPwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qBtldvcfYyU/s1600-h/DSC00775.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Shcf3XNjPwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qBtldvcfYyU/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338770919255129858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think for the next few days, I am going to be outside in my back yard watching Momma Bird bring food to her babies.  I've grown attached to their little family.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-5361908550114015792?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5361908550114015792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=5361908550114015792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5361908550114015792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/5361908550114015792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-miracles.html' title='Simple Miracles'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Shcf3b4ZJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/gp-S6wBXDdM/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-576512375826282928</id><published>2009-05-19T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:25:48.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/ShMhL3qzVOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/c2tJlstrRkA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 98px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/ShMhL3qzVOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/c2tJlstrRkA/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337646471169922274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is, by far, one of my favorite weeks of the year because every night I get to plop myself in front of the t.v. to watch season finales.  And, while I'm still reeling from the conclusion of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desperate Housewives &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;, I get to focus my attention to tonight's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/span&gt; conclusion.  I think I secretly hope that Melissa wins, because I loved her on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bachelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; and she is a super good dancer.  Still though, &lt;/span&gt;I like Shawn Johnson, and Giles is a super cutie!  So, I'm mostly just interested to see who wins.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/ShMfCfvQvgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jDVgyh93IVg/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/ShMfCfvQvgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jDVgyh93IVg/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337644111104097794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, I decided last week that I like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol &lt;/span&gt;again.  I went through a 8-week fast-forward fest with the show, because I didn't like any of the contestants and I was a little bit sad because last season was so good.  But, now that it's the last week, I must say, I'm pretty excited.  I really hope that Kris pulls of the upset because he's just--let's get real--so cute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your thoughts?  Who are you rootin' for?  Or, are you like me?  Secretly hoping that David Archeleta and David Cook come back for a rematch...&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/3367637108565476799-576512375826282928?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/576512375826282928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=576512375826282928' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/576512375826282928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/576512375826282928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-shows.html' title='Final Shows'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/ShMhL3qzVOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/c2tJlstrRkA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-19699640421806976</id><published>2009-05-11T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:49:03.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love being a mom!  It's the craziest, busiest, funniest, messiest, best job out there!  I never thought that I would like staying at home all day, but I feel so blessed that I get to watch my kids all day.  We had a fantastic Mother's Day, and I want to give a special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I {heart} you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to all of the mom's out there.  I especially want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;my mom &amp;amp; my mother-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;for being fantastic examples for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lastly, I want to give a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;{smooch}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to these two!  They make my life perfect!&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SghPBOLcwjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6eeDedUjyMY/s1600-h/DSC00746.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SghPBOLcwjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6eeDedUjyMY/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334600641024934450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SghPA7iX8GI/AAAAAAAAAeM/AqfUckq3D8w/s1600-h/DSC00749.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SghPA7iX8GI/AAAAAAAAAeM/AqfUckq3D8w/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334600636020813922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, for all of you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Salina girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out there, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;check this out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SghPAoT_-3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/92xI6qAhevA/s1600-h/DSC00750.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SghPAoT_-3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/92xI6qAhevA/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334600630860249970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 years later, and I'm still making &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mother's Day flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I made these with my Activity Day girls for their moms.  They looked so cute around the neighborhood.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-19699640421806976?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/19699640421806976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=19699640421806976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/19699640421806976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/19699640421806976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-being-mom-its-craziest-busiest.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SghPBOLcwjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6eeDedUjyMY/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3943417491719915597</id><published>2009-05-04T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:27:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our little guy is 6 months today.  I can't believe how fast the time has gone.  He's already sitting up, rolling everywhere, army crawling, and putting anything and everything in his mouth.  He weighs 17 lbs., 6 oz and is 27 cm long.  He's our little "chunk of love."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sf8_HeLt7KI/AAAAAAAAAc8/s1uItNw_VLA/s1600-h/DSC00729.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sf8_HeLt7KI/AAAAAAAAAc8/s1uItNw_VLA/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332049881423801506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sf8_HN3qOLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Xki1uc4uP7w/s1600-h/DSC00739.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sf8_HN3qOLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Xki1uc4uP7w/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332049877044705458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sf8_G-LkxoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/a02OIpdki6A/s1600-h/DSC00713.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sf8_G-LkxoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/a02OIpdki6A/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332049872833267330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you, Chase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3943417491719915597?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3943417491719915597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3943417491719915597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3943417491719915597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3943417491719915597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sf8_HeLt7KI/AAAAAAAAAc8/s1uItNw_VLA/s72-c/DSC00729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-8105762333821062085</id><published>2009-04-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:16:24.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much for the Diet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sfm_3oqmJSI/AAAAAAAAAck/g9iFp45BIVQ/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sfm_3oqmJSI/AAAAAAAAAck/g9iFp45BIVQ/s400/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502596499481890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents got my brother Devin and I a cake from Nothing Bundt Cakes for everyone to enjoy at our birthday gathering.  I, of course, volunteered to take some of it home.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Will someone please take the fork out of my hand?!?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This stuff is heaven on earth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advice: Whenever you have $30 to burn, and five pounds to GAIN, buy this cake.  Your life will never be the same...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-8105762333821062085?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8105762333821062085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=8105762333821062085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8105762333821062085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/8105762333821062085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-for-diet.html' title='So Much for the Diet...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sfm_3oqmJSI/AAAAAAAAAck/g9iFp45BIVQ/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6221790092323684114</id><published>2009-04-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:18:55.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SfiL-wnt8UI/AAAAAAAAAcc/68g2p2o4ntM/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SfiL-wnt8UI/AAAAAAAAAcc/68g2p2o4ntM/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330164069312622914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be incredibly tacky, but I love birthdays, and I really, really, really love my birthday!  So, today, I'm going to walking around with a cheesy grin on my face, because today is the day that we celebrate ME! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Happy Birthday wishes to my little brother, Devin, too!&lt;br /&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/3367637108565476799-6221790092323684114?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6221790092323684114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6221790092323684114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6221790092323684114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6221790092323684114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive Me...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SfiL-wnt8UI/AAAAAAAAAcc/68g2p2o4ntM/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1647997823053182482</id><published>2009-04-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:49:54.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to take my kids to the Children's Museum for a while, but for one reason or another, never got around to going.  I finally made time to go, and we had a fantastic time!  We planned to go with Bethany and Audrey, but Audrey got a stomach bug, so they were unable to join us. (Missed you guys!  We'll plan another day out...)  Anyway, the museum was fascinating!  I could see Halle's brain just a workin'!  Chase had a great time, too.  He watched all the kids play, and even got to take his turn at playing in the baby area.  Here's some pictures of our activities: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M6b1q-CI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Tw55V-5nS_A/s1600-h/DSC00630.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M6b1q-CI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Tw55V-5nS_A/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327350344759048226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase enjoying the fire in the play house.  (Look at that boy sit up!  What a stud!)&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M6MrrIcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ATgZ2IeUdxc/s1600-h/DSC00638.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M6MrrIcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ATgZ2IeUdxc/s320/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327350340690584002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle going through the self-checkout at the grocery store.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M5xxWFBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yhJXVR2Ye5Y/s1600-h/DSC00640.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M5xxWFBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yhJXVR2Ye5Y/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327350333466612754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase lounging around.  He's so cute and chunky!&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M5zkiQsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-ijaYWh_DUM/s1600-h/DSC00645.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M5zkiQsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-ijaYWh_DUM/s320/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327350333949756098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hal playing dress-up at the performance stage.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MFplf0MI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Y4qXQxtXd_Y/s1600-h/DSC00653.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MFplf0MI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Y4qXQxtXd_Y/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349437916238018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase enjoying perfect baby sized Legos.&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MFQ2KliI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wK_Dw-1fqz8/s1600-h/DSC00660.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MFQ2KliI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wK_Dw-1fqz8/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349431275263522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Halle, no day is complete unless she's soaked by the end of it.  The only difference today was...she didn't get in trouble!&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MFAS7oRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Rt-gdfNCpSQ/s1600-h/DSC00670.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MFAS7oRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Rt-gdfNCpSQ/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349426832515346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scaling the rock wall.  She actually got pretty high!&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6ME6MNtsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ayhttPD6PPo/s1600-h/DSC00687.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6ME6MNtsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ayhttPD6PPo/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349425193727682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halle reporting the weather.  She said it will either be rainy or sunny tomorrow.  Way to cover all of your bases, darlin'!&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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MEqas0SI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gtNgttThZPA/s1600-h/DSC00692.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6MEqas0SI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gtNgttThZPA/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349420959519010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day, we enjoyed our free ice cream cone at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a perfect day!  If you haven't been to the children's museum yet, you have to go!  Maybe we'll see you there...I'm going to be a regular!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1647997823053182482?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1647997823053182482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1647997823053182482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1647997823053182482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1647997823053182482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-of-discovery.html' title='Day of Discovery'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Se6M6b1q-CI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Tw55V-5nS_A/s72-c/DSC00630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3652432663079522405</id><published>2009-04-13T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:37:53.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8Ns-qF9I/AAAAAAAAAas/wfUFTe0imXA/s1600-h/DSC00611.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8Ns-qF9I/AAAAAAAAAas/wfUFTe0imXA/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324235759336167378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Easter.  It's a great holiday.  Why?  It's not overdone, it's in the springtime, it's fun, it's simple, and it has a great meaning.  So, I always love when Easter season comes around.  On Saturday, I had great plans of doing something fun, but the weather didn't cooperate, so we settled with coloring Easter eggs and watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt; as a family. We even added glitter to our eggs this year (see above), because who doesn't love an egg with a little bling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8Nf24tLI/AAAAAAAAAak/nqI-yGf27H8/s1600-h/DSC00599.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8Nf24tLI/AAAAAAAAAak/nqI-yGf27H8/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324235755813909682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday morning, we hunted for Easter eggs and played with the stuff from the kid's baskets.  Chase, of course, loved putting everything in his mouth &amp;amp; Halle enjoyed a breakfast of Kit Kat bars and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.  (I would be lying if I said that was the first time she had strictly candy for breakfast.  Sometime my motherly skills amaze me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8M1e9yFI/AAAAAAAAAac/G2J24zb2FtE/s1600-h/DSC00618.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8M1e9yFI/AAAAAAAAAac/G2J24zb2FtE/s320/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324235744439289938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids looked great in their Easter duds.  I don't have a picture of Chase in his outfit, because he was either sleeping or throwing a massive freak out attack while he was dressed in his outfit.  But, trust me, he was the cutest, snuggliest (is that a word?) baby around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8Mv1W7tI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LQukDfL8u4w/s1600-h/DSC00621.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8Mv1W7tI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LQukDfL8u4w/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324235742922600146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't ask me why Halle is not looking at the camera.  Doesn't she know that I'm going to put these pictures up on the WWW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;All in all, it was a great day.  Even Sam's wish came true...He got to watch the Masters thanks to Chase's massive freak out at church.  And me?  Happy kids and a happy husband = a happy me!&lt;/span&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/3367637108565476799-3652432663079522405?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3652432663079522405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3652432663079522405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3652432663079522405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3652432663079522405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SeN8Ns-qF9I/AAAAAAAAAas/wfUFTe0imXA/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-6804684197507118677</id><published>2009-04-04T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:19:15.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About a year ago, I won a free birthday party at Backyard Adventures, so we celebrated Halle's 4th birthday with her first "friend party."  The kids ran, jumped, swung, slid, and bounced for 2 straight hours.  (Notice their red cheeks in the pictures!)  The kids had a great time, and it was a fantastic party!  Thanks to all Halle's friends who joined us for the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeVED9_yLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3j8LpBBuXXU/s1600-h/DSC00592.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeVED9_yLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3j8LpBBuXXU/s320/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320885381778884786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeVDxkgmgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BIuOW6DzG_I/s1600-h/DSC00586.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeVDxkgmgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BIuOW6DzG_I/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320885376840145410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUs-HQkDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8MiIIz3lxXU/s1600-h/DSC00573.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUs-HQkDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8MiIIz3lxXU/s320/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884985070129202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsu6vfdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7PvWvmlg3Aw/s1600-h/DSC00572.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsu6vfdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7PvWvmlg3Aw/s320/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884980991098322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsr4jIbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uXO8ypnLkc0/s1600-h/DSC00565.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsr4jIbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uXO8ypnLkc0/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884980176593330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsVZHGbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lFTKWct_-dU/s1600-h/DSC00554.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsVZHGbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lFTKWct_-dU/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884974139152818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsK7mFLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0aY5MP6E0BU/s1600-h/DSC00551.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeUsK7mFLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0aY5MP6E0BU/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884971330999474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-6804684197507118677?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6804684197507118677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=6804684197507118677' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6804684197507118677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/6804684197507118677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdeVED9_yLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3j8LpBBuXXU/s72-c/DSC00592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2328287441532540977</id><published>2009-04-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:35:42.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Halle turned 4 yesterday.  We have been counting down for about 6 weeks, so we were thrilled when April 2 finally arrived.  She had a fantastic day.  We let her open up 2 presents when she woke up to hold her off until her family party that night.  During the day she helped me decorate the house and she chose Wendy's as her birthday lunch (no surprise there).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of our family came over at night to celebrate.  We had Costco cheese pizza for dinner (another Halle fav).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk4Y5JfrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5dxqg_BFzs4/s1600-h/DSC00521.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk4Y5JfrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5dxqg_BFzs4/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320480560958242482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, we let her open her presents.  It looked like Christmas morning at our house.  She got tons of clothes (which made me happy) and tons of toys (which made her happy).  One of the favorite gifts was a Lite-Brite.  I don't know how many of you had one of those when you were a kid, but I did and I loved it.  Halle and I stayed up until 11:00 last night making pictures on her new Lite-Brite.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk4bxeP_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/zuHb0AjUh74/s1600-h/DSC00533.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk4bxeP_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/zuHb0AjUh74/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320480561731354610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk4PwO1hI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yRhD1BoNz0U/s1600-h/DSC00537.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk4PwO1hI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yRhD1BoNz0U/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320480558504924690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got barbies, Littlest Pet Shop Daycare, a new kite, new books, a puzzle, the new Hannah Montana CD, a floor puzzle, $$$, and a new bike!  What a lucky girl!  Thanks to everyone who came and spoiled her rotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk3hSeREI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sZHb9dWpNbg/s1600-h/DSC00543.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk3hSeREI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sZHb9dWpNbg/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320480546032075842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She picked a Tinkerbell cake, and (curse me!) I didn't take a picture of it.  It was way cute, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk3Y59-hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SyFSDRmQhtU/s1600-h/DSC00549.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk3Y59-hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SyFSDRmQhtU/s320/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320480543781812754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so lucky to have Halle in our family.  She is so fun and smart.  We love watching her grow up and become a beautiful girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you Halle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2328287441532540977?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2328287441532540977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2328287441532540977' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2328287441532540977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2328287441532540977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/fantastic-4.html' title='Fantastic 4!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdYk4Y5JfrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5dxqg_BFzs4/s72-c/DSC00521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1742545268921919074</id><published>2009-03-31T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:06:41.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tasty Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When your diet consists of just milk and rice cereal, snacking options must be creative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SdKhsMheeqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IO72uqwJgtM/s1600-h/DSC00503.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdKhsMheeqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IO72uqwJgtM/s320/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319491890525928098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1742545268921919074?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1742545268921919074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1742545268921919074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1742545268921919074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1742545268921919074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/tasty-treat.html' title='A Tasty Treat'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SdKhsMheeqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IO72uqwJgtM/s72-c/DSC00503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1826905001034296967</id><published>2009-03-26T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:07:09.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! I'm stuck in an American Idol rut</title><content type='html'>I'm trying.  I really am trying.  But, no matter how much I try to get into American Idol this year, I just can't.  Every week I tune in, but I find myself fast forwarding most of it.  I listen to the first of the song and then I fast forward to hear what Simon says.  In my opinion, last year's group was so much better.  I guess I'm not connecting to any of the contestants.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my take on the ten remaining:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris:&lt;/span&gt; He seems like a nice person.  Not doing it for me though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Yawn central&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan:&lt;/span&gt; WTH (heck, of course) did she do to her arm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam:&lt;/span&gt; Dude needs to star opposite Clay Aiken in a showing of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spamalot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny:&lt;/span&gt; I've been sick of him ever since they showed him every minute of the auditions and Hollywood week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil:&lt;/span&gt; Holy ghetto booty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allison:&lt;/span&gt; Weirdest last name ever.  Needs to fire her hair stylist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt; If I had to choose a fav, he'd be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop: &lt;/span&gt;No opinion, I usually fast forward all the way through him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oil Dude:&lt;/span&gt; I can't remember his name.  I guess that means I don't like him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, is it just me?  Am I just in an Idol rut?  If so, what do I do to climb out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1826905001034296967?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1826905001034296967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1826905001034296967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1826905001034296967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1826905001034296967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-im-stuck-in-american-idol-rut.html' title='Help! I&apos;m stuck in an American Idol rut'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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-3367637108565476799.post-4948124902281850167</id><published>2009-03-19T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:54:04.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:  Curse the Cougars!  Are you kidding me?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/ScJCsGdR3RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1EMkPjTU5FA/s1600-h/fredette-jimmer-layup-wyo09-jw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/ScJCsGdR3RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1EMkPjTU5FA/s320/fredette-jimmer-layup-wyo09-jw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314883835665702162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's our favorite time of year.  We sit down in front of the t.v. all day and watch game after game after game.  BYU plays bright and early this year, and I am hoping that they can win a game.  I {heart} Jimmer, baby!  (On a side note, I wonder what Mr. and Mrs. Fredette were thinking when they named their kid Jimmer.)  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confession: I didn't pick BYU in my bracket, because I'm playing a little game of reverse psychology.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the next 3 weeks, you can find us glued to our HD until "One Magic Moment" plays.  I love March!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you guys?  Are you all bracketologists?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4948124902281850167?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4948124902281850167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4948124902281850167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4948124902281850167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4948124902281850167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/ScJCsGdR3RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1EMkPjTU5FA/s72-c/fredette-jimmer-layup-wyo09-jw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3554185676863587122</id><published>2009-03-14T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:10:23.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mom got us tickets for Disney on Ice last night.  It was so much fun!  It was nice to get out with just the girls.  Halle and Audrey loved it!  They just stared at the skaters the whole time.  They waved to all of the characters.  Halle especially loved Ariel, Daisy Duck, and Tinkerbell.  Thanks for the tickets, Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNfjh0WJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/c98SJHPK9VE/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNfjh0WJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/c98SJHPK9VE/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313136496154531986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grams with her girlie-girlies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNfcRgKrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6c4qSLpaxXY/s1600-h/DSC00487.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNfcRgKrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6c4qSLpaxXY/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313136494207052466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the girls (minus my mom).  Halle &amp;amp; Audrey got matching Disney shirts for the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNe-35wAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vTUBp753kk8/s1600-h/DSC00492.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNe-35wAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vTUBp753kk8/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313136486315048962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNeiaVevI/AAAAAAAAAWc/24lFHMT8E0I/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNeiaVevI/AAAAAAAAAWc/24lFHMT8E0I/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313136478674844402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3554185676863587122?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3554185676863587122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3554185676863587122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3554185676863587122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3554185676863587122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SbwNfjh0WJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/c98SJHPK9VE/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4523370089264683504</id><published>2009-03-10T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:16:03.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/Sba1bOtXycI/AAAAAAAAAWU/I046rKg_XqE/s1600-h/DSC00469.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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sba1bOtXycI/AAAAAAAAAWU/I046rKg_XqE/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311632289939573186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of Sam's 32&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday, here's a list of the things I love about Sam:&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's funny.&lt;/span&gt;  Sam can make a joke out of any situation and everyone always smiles when they are around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's a great dad.&lt;/span&gt;  Sam loves to play around with his kids and they love to play around with him.  For some reason, dads are more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's honest.&lt;/span&gt;  It doesn't matter the situation, what you see is what you get from Sam.  If he likes something, he'll tell you.  If he doesn't, he'll tell you that too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He puts family first.&lt;/span&gt;  Sam always wants to spend time with us.  He'll even forgo lunches with friends to come and chill with me and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He fulfills his church callings.  &lt;/span&gt;(And he only whines 1/2 of the time!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He bleeds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; blue.&lt;/span&gt;  There's nothing hotter than a guy who cheers for the Cougars!  I could never be married to a Ute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He watches shows with me.&lt;/span&gt;  Last night, for example, he sat down and watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/span&gt; with me.  (I prefer to think that he wanted to spend time with me, not watch the pretty girls in their little outfits.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He cleans the kitchen.  &lt;/span&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's a Republican.  &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness!  There's nothing quite as annoying as an opinionated liberal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He keeps us on the straight and narrow.  &lt;/span&gt;He remembers family prayer and scripture study, he gives me "the eye" when certain adjectives come out of my mouth, and he keeps me from getting my Diet Coke on Sundays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam, your great!  We love you!  Enjoy your day!  Heck, enjoy the whole week.  Heaven knows when it's my birthday, I'm going to stretch it past one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4523370089264683504?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4523370089264683504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4523370089264683504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4523370089264683504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4523370089264683504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-sam.html' title='Happy Birthday Sam!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/Sba1bOtXycI/AAAAAAAAAWU/I046rKg_XqE/s72-c/DSC00469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4599002542250388311</id><published>2009-03-05T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:29:09.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months &amp; Daddy Daughter Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chase went to his 4 month check-up yesterday.  He's a healthy little guy!  He's 32 percentile in weight and 85 percentile in height.  Wonder where all that height comes from? :)  I took Halle with me to his appointment, and she had a harder time with Chase's shots than Chase did.  She got all teary-eyed and asked the nurse why she was hurting her brother.  She is the best big sister.  We did find out that we need to take Chase to a pediatric plastic surgeon to see if he can fix his right ear.  When Chase was in my belly, his ear got smashed at the top, so it's flat rather than round.  Anyway, it's not a huge deal, and it doesn't look that bad, I just don't want him to to get teased when he gets to middle school.  So, we'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbAk6wmutQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h2xOtNrUX-c/s1600-h/DSC00459.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SbAk6wmutQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h2xOtNrUX-c/s320/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309784552568173826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in other happenings, Sam took Halle to the Jazz game last night with his friend Jimmy and his two boys.  They had a great time.  Sam only had to take her to the bathroom 3 times, so it was considered a success!  What cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbAk6FuQovI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UN346iRPFxk/s1600-h/DSC00461.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SbAk6FuQovI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UN346iRPFxk/s320/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309784541057032946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SbAk5_jKZQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/m9pUzYqyFdc/s1600-h/DSC00462.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SbAk5_jKZQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/m9pUzYqyFdc/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309784539399873794" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3367637108565476799-4599002542250388311?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4599002542250388311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4599002542250388311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4599002542250388311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4599002542250388311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-months-daddy-daughter-date.html' title='4 Months &amp; Daddy Daughter Date'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SbAk6wmutQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h2xOtNrUX-c/s72-c/DSC00459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-4794607672812695595</id><published>2009-02-24T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:23:50.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Nights in a Row!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SaRpwE92d2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/6gPV5Q4uUYI/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SaRpwE92d2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/6gPV5Q4uUYI/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306482535637088098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little Chase has slept through the night two nights in a row!  He made it 7 hours both nights.  I've been waiting nearly 4 months for this, so I'm hoping that it isn't a fluke.  I feel like a whole new person when I get a little shut eye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of a sleeping, I got a baby magazine in the mail today that listed the 5 Stages of Tired.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bliss.  &lt;/span&gt;You are basically running on adrenaline following the birth of your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disillusionment.&lt;/span&gt;  You have the late night t.v. schedule memorized and you start to imagine doing evil things to your husband because he wakes up refreshed every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despair.&lt;/span&gt;  You start to forget just about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relief.  &lt;/span&gt;Your baby has made it a couple of nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bliss.&lt;/span&gt;  You've had several full nights of sleep, and life, frankly, seems sweeter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm in stage 4, but I spent a lot of time in stage 2!  I loved those mornings when Sam would get up, and ask, "Did Chase sleep through the night?  I didn't hear him."  Grrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-4794607672812695595?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4794607672812695595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=4794607672812695595' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4794607672812695595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/4794607672812695595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-nights-in-row.html' title='Two Nights in a Row!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SaRpwE92d2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/6gPV5Q4uUYI/s72-c/DSC00446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-1273707284726508136</id><published>2009-02-10T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:39:37.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SZHQtHqmHwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/luU66dX79nU/s200/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301247709962182402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the spirit of Valentine's Day, this post is dedicated to the things that I love.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fox News.&lt;/span&gt;  I'm a political junkie.  I keep up on the stimulus, the bailouts, the happenings in congress, and even the first lady's wardrobe.  Where do I turn for my info?  Why, Fox News of course!  As a republican, I try to steer clear from the liberal stations.  NBC, I'm talking to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SZHMVywivfI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lkubdlBDSzc/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301242911166479858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ads.&lt;/span&gt;  I love Sundays because I get to spend an hour of my day going through the ads.  Finding great deals is so much fun.  For example, I got our couch and love seat combo from RC Willey for $500 about 6 months ago.  Then, last week, I saw the same couch and love seat on sale for $1500.  For those of you who don't like math, that's a $1000 savings!  Go me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smut T.V.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt;.  Love them!  I've never gotten into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; though.  That's probably a good thing.  My DVR would be on total overload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPhoto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've always loved Macintosh computers, and iPhoto has increased my love for Mac.  I make books and calendars.  All I have to do is drag, click, and order.  Scrapbooking is no longer necessary.  Well, let's be honest, I never really scrapbooked anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gymboree.&lt;/span&gt;  I get suckered into every sale this store has.  If they sold adult clothes, I'd probably buy them too!  (Well, as long as they gave me Gymbucks to go along with them!)&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: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SZHOf3-1ktI/AAAAAAAAAU8/R6UJl7Bpu4g/s200/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301245283390558930" /&gt;6.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guitar Hero.&lt;/span&gt;  I'm one of those people who try to stay away from the trend of the moment.  For example, sushi.  Just because people eat sushi, does not mean I have to.  (I personally think that no one actually likes sushi, they just eat it because other people do.)  Anyway, I thought this about Guitar Hero.  I was not going to play it because I thought it was just a trendy game.  Oh goodness!  It is so fun.  I totally missed my calling as a drummer in a rock band.  But, is it pathetic that I get booed off the stage every time it's my turn to do the vocals.  What?!?  I don't sing as good as Beyonce?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's a big I LOVE YOU to all of my favorite things.  Anyone else want to share?  What makes your heart go pitter-patter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-1273707284726508136?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1273707284726508136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=1273707284726508136' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1273707284726508136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/1273707284726508136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love.html' title='The Things I Love'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SZHQtHqmHwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/luU66dX79nU/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-2438977417403635181</id><published>2009-02-04T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:22:51.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SYoFf7UoDUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/q2OZpPBZBJg/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SYoFf7UoDUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/q2OZpPBZBJg/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299053957613096258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase is 3 months old today!  He has been such a blessing in our lives.  In his three months of life, he has learned to smile, jibber-jabber, demand everyone's full attention, melt hearts, grab at toys, laugh, eat his hand, splash water, throw his binkie, and give slobber kisses.  He's a keeper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-2438977417403635181?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2438977417403635181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=2438977417403635181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2438977417403635181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/2438977417403635181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SYoFf7UoDUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/q2OZpPBZBJg/s72-c/DSC00425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-3423833275971387930</id><published>2009-02-03T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:00:21.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This will make you smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SYix0l5j_4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/V3hAKpwYb0Y/s1600-h/PROMO_700343874_2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SYix0l5j_4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/V3hAKpwYb0Y/s400/PROMO_700343874_2057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298680478686248834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deseret News&lt;/span&gt; there was an article about creative children's furniture.  One company, &lt;a href="http://www.straightlinedesigns.com/"&gt;Straight Line Designs&lt;/a&gt;, makes furniture that looks like it popped out of a Dr. Suess book.  I had the greatest time checking this site out.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-3423833275971387930?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3423833275971387930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=3423833275971387930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3423833275971387930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/3423833275971387930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-will-make-you-smile.html' title='This will make you smile :)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SYix0l5j_4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/V3hAKpwYb0Y/s72-c/PROMO_700343874_2057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367637108565476799.post-914776965950006538</id><published>2009-01-25T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:48:17.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness Factor?  Off the Charts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously, could he be any cuter?!?&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SX0yD0tlAvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EpEog9lc5Jw/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WasYw85vSGI/SX0yD0tlAvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EpEog9lc5Jw/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443778128380658" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_WasYw85vSGI/SX0yDqcmTbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QT5iuzmy1p4/s1600-h/DSC00401.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/_WasYw85vSGI/SX0yDqcmTbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QT5iuzmy1p4/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443775372807602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367637108565476799-914776965950006538?l=samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/914776965950006538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367637108565476799&amp;postID=914776965950006538' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/914776965950006538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367637108565476799/posts/default/914776965950006538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandashleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuteness-factor-off-charts.html' title='Cuteness Factor?  Off the Charts!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483091377254359255</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/_WasYw85vSGI/SX0yD0tlAvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EpEog9lc5Jw/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
