<?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-3917318310537549922</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:55:15.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Dashing Davies</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of our sweet little family.  With hopes to put a smile on your face!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-909134008736676187</id><published>2011-02-02T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:26:55.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New, Fun Blog!</title><content type='html'>Anybody check this blog anymore?  Anybody?  Well, I wouldn't.  For anyone who stumbles upon this blog on accident, let me guide you to my new, fun blog!  You can find it at:  &lt;a href="http://daviesdiaries.blogspot.com"&gt;daviesdiaries.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on facebook for the time being, so if you want me, that's how you can find me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-909134008736676187?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/909134008736676187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=909134008736676187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/909134008736676187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/909134008736676187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-fun-blog.html' title='New, Fun Blog!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-657529220522209894</id><published>2010-07-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:46:01.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-Lessness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TE5kdOUOorI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qbNHuB0nH8M/s1600/IMG_2953+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TE5kdOUOorI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qbNHuB0nH8M/s320/IMG_2953+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498442648287879858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blog anymore, and I don't care.  The only reason I haven't deleted my blog is because that's how I blog stalk OTHER people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-657529220522209894?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/657529220522209894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=657529220522209894' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/657529220522209894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/657529220522209894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-lessness.html' title='Blog-Lessness.'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TE5kdOUOorI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qbNHuB0nH8M/s72-c/IMG_2953+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3435882281610866579</id><published>2010-04-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:25:26.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya Talking to Lily at one month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-721dd44a6f02ed53" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3435882281610866579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3435882281610866579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3435882281610866579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2010/04/maya-talking-to-lily-at-one-month.html' title='Maya Talking to Lily at one month!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1074455931376042227</id><published>2010-01-25T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:55:30.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm jumping on the bandwagon and taking my blog private.  My first thought was just to cancel it, because it's not like I even blog.  But then I thought how i blog SOMETIMES, and if I canceled my blog, I wouldn't have all of my blog addresses to check other peoples blog.  So anyway, my kids are super cute, and I don't want strangers looking at pictures of my family, and I've even heard of people taking pictures off of other peoples blogs and using them.  That makes me mad!  So if you want my occasional blog update, send me your e-mail and I'll add you to the list.  I'm not sure when I'm going to make it private.  I guess this will happen when I feel like figuring out how to MAKE it private!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news.  I'm due in 5 weeks and 2 days!  I'll totally put pics and blog about baby maya being born on here, cause that is EXCITTTTINNGGGGG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-1074455931376042227?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1074455931376042227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=1074455931376042227' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1074455931376042227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1074455931376042227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-private.html' title='Going Private!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4116704640018901630</id><published>2009-12-09T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:43:15.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamest Blogger Ever...</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 28 weeks pregnant, and entering my 3rd trimester, I guess the time has come to announce that 8 weeks ago, we found out we are having girl #3!  We are super excited!  We are going to name her Maya...no middle name yet (please don't suggest any, it's annoying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost total interest in blogging.  When I check other peoples blogs, I feel like lots of them are just total posers to be honest with you, only posting all of the wonderful, perfect things.  So how do you find the right balance?  To not be a poser and post only the wonderful housewife stuff, and not post too much of the real world stuff, so that the blog isn't totally negative?  So in an attempt to not be negative, or a poser, I just don't do it.  Maybe I'll get the blogging bug, but until then, I will post very occasional pictures of the kids and keep you updated on Baby Maya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4116704640018901630?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4116704640018901630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4116704640018901630' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4116704640018901630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4116704640018901630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/12/lamest-blogger-ever.html' title='Lamest Blogger Ever...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1869101744315237275</id><published>2009-08-24T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:02:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWWWW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SpNF4_Xpy6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/EpuNE3f9gWQ/s1600-h/100_9901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" 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title='AWWWWWW!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SpNF4_Xpy6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/EpuNE3f9gWQ/s72-c/100_9901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6866979849517586183</id><published>2009-08-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:36:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papa Milt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2c74db7d3aa671a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6866979849517586183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6866979849517586183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6866979849517586183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6866979849517586183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-papa-milt.html' title='Happy Birthday Papa Milt!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4729638424184415033</id><published>2009-08-24T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:28:11.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Darlene!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80a53555d0f77f20" 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" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3408254538005457251</id><published>2009-07-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:53:41.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else think that my babystrology picture thing on the right there is really creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 9 weeks today.  REALLLLLLY hoping to start feeling better in 3 weeks.  Even though I've been miserable, it seems like time is going by fast.  My mom and sister have my kids this week, thank GOODNESS.  Next week, John and I are going down to Thatcher for a week.  John will be telecommuting from my parents house  (aka, working down there from his computer).  So by the time we come home, I'll be like 10 1/2 weeks.  Then hopefully I'll only have 1 1/2 more week of having to be sick and take care of the kids myself.  Trying to think positive, I still feel like total crap.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-3408254538005457251?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3408254538005457251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3408254538005457251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3408254538005457251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3408254538005457251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/07/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6057306278176088550</id><published>2009-07-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:43:52.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad at this!</title><content type='html'>Ok, fine, I will update my blog.  My kids had birthdays for crying out loud and I didn't even blog about that.  Maybe I should just delete my blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am 8 weeks pregnant tomorrow!  Yea!  We are very excited, except that I am SIICCKK.  As predicted, because I'm always sick.  But that doesn't make it easier.  This time, we have good insurance, so I am able to take Zofran.  Zofran is a sweet anti-nausea anti-vomiting med that they give cancer patients while they are going through Chemo.  But I'll take it!  It totally takes the edge off and totally reduces puking, but I still feel horrid.  I keep asking myself why I have more than one child.  I only come up with an answer on some days.  It is very hard to be pregnant during the summer, being sick and all.  Only 3 months of warmth in Flagstaff, and I'm sick for them!  So not good for my spirits.  And for those of you who say, "just go sit outside in a lawn chair and watch your kids play"  I say back, "I've tried it, and I'm too sick to sit there, I need to LAY down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had there birthdays.  I'm on the laptop, which does NOT have pictures, so sorry.  We had a party at the park for them, and as new tradition would have it, took them to Red Lobster so Lily could have her kids meal crab legs.  That girl loves her crab legs!  Lily is now 4, and Isabel is now 2.  They are alot of fun!  Since I've been pregnant, Lily has kind of taken over the mothering position for Isabel, which in a way makes me sad that she has to do that, but grateful that they are old enough to deal without me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate long blog posts w/out any pictures, but just so you know, we are alive, and I am a terrible blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6057306278176088550?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6057306278176088550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6057306278176088550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6057306278176088550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6057306278176088550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bad-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m bad at this!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1384094684031625618</id><published>2009-06-09T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:17:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories..</title><content type='html'>hey...&lt;br /&gt;remember that one time when I updated my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-1384094684031625618?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1384094684031625618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=1384094684031625618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1384094684031625618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1384094684031625618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories..'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-98364133902469013</id><published>2009-04-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:01:39.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Say!</title><content type='html'>Okay, real quick before LOST, I have to tell you some cute things my kids said today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was pulling dandelions in the yard today, and once John paid her for it.  And I told her that if she was lucky, daddy would even pay her for the ones she pulled.  The conversation goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Lily: What does pay mean mom?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know Lily, give you money for things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;Lily (with a really worried look on her face after CLEARLY not hearing my answer): Does PAY mean give me AWAY????????? &lt;br /&gt;Me (laughing hard):  No lily, we would NEVER give you away, especially daddy.  (see how I did that there?)&lt;br /&gt;Lily:  (looks relieved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy has started saying things funny.  Like instead of saying "hold me" she says "hold it"  or "save it' instead of 'save me'.  Yesterday she was hiding from me which is, by the way, her favorite thing to do.  And I was looking and looking, and as soon as I found her she goes "hide it!"  I guess she was telling me she was "Hiding" ?   The girls LOVE to play sleeping beauty.  You know, they sleep, we have to slay the dragon and kiss them.  So tonight, Izzy layed down on the floor and was saying, 'beauty, kiss it" over and over again.  So now when she wants a kiss, she says, 'kiss it'.  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title='The Things They Say!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-9182492319383865398</id><published>2009-04-23T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:33:19.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>izzy being cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf2f33a37b7fcebb" 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 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href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4031472055211481803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4031472055211481803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4031472055211481803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4031472055211481803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/lily-singing.html' title='Lily singing'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6925945611247728173</id><published>2009-04-23T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:38:51.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for Geralyn, to make her jelous..</title><content type='html'>Oh, and stick with it and you will see how terribly cute Izzy is at the end of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a68c8236244834c" 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" 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href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6925945611247728173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6925945611247728173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6925945611247728173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6925945611247728173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-for-geralyn-to-make-her-jelous.html' title='Post for Geralyn, to make her jelous..'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6504202338945499032</id><published>2009-03-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:43:17.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am blogging about Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPBm7XxGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/k225iHdNfhM/s1600-h/100_8915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPBm7XxGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/k225iHdNfhM/s320/100_8915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315741824228770914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year for Christmas, we made the 12 hour trek to Salt Lake to be with Johns family.  They are so much fun and it's always sure to be a fun Christmas with the Davies!  This is John, bro Chris, bro-in-law Reed, Johns dad Milt, and bro Matt.  John and his bro's sing pretty dang good!   They always hold a little 'Davies Fam Talent Show" on Christmas Eve.   This year John and I sang "baby it's cold outside" ,which was fun, and slightly embarrassing!  Johns family is all really musical and good singers, so I'm not really a fan of singing in this bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPBff1FFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BLHSYzTJhZ8/s1600-h/100_8907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPBff1FFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BLHSYzTJhZ8/s320/100_8907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315741822234203218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Izzy at the Tabernacle.  We went and saw the lights at temple square.  Lily wouldn't cooperate with a picture, shocking, I know!  When we go see the temple lights, I can't help but think that the temple  still looks more beautiful than all of those Christmas lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPBeamp-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Cu6eWLnP_yw/s1600-h/100_8902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPBeamp-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Cu6eWLnP_yw/s320/100_8902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315741821943850978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and Izzy riding Trax on the way to Temple Square.  It was fun on the way down, but coming home was quite tiring!  When we were riding back, 2 guys got on and had some bags of food and stuff, they rode for a while until they found someone who looked like they could use it, gave it to them, and then got off.  I thought it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPAw2vAyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0EMwuEq4nug/s1600-h/100_8901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPAw2vAyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0EMwuEq4nug/s320/100_8901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315741809713808162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of giving people food who needs it, the other day in flagstaff, there were some people with signs about how they need food etc. And the mom was pregnant, and they had their little 3 year old girl sitting out there with them.  It was so SAD!  I usually have a stash of food/water to give away, but I didn't re-stock the car since my last give-away.  It made me so sad to drive by and not be able to help.  With everyone losing jobs and stuff now, I can't help but think that could even be us. We are lucky enough to have family and friends so we wouldn't have to go down to that, but you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPAAvK6TI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OIzkz8CPktw/s1600-h/100_8887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPAAvK6TI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OIzkz8CPktw/s320/100_8887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315741796797180210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is a masked man running of with my kids on a sled!  Silly John!  Don't let Izzy's crusty face fool you.  She looked so unhappy like this the whole time, but when we'd get to the bottom she'd always say, 'again'. So she enjoyed it,  but she wasn't sure how to act like it was fun!  ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6504202338945499032?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6504202338945499032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6504202338945499032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6504202338945499032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6504202338945499032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-am-blogging-about-christmas.html' title='Yes, I am blogging about Christmas!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/ScVPBm7XxGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/k225iHdNfhM/s72-c/100_8915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1911062738890020906</id><published>2009-03-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:46:56.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Izzy</title><content type='html'>So,I would post pics, but I'm on the laptop, and the pics are on the desktop.  I just have to post something about Izzy before I forget!&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to the Phoenix Zoo, (pics later..maybe) and I was packing and being stressed out since the trip was last minute. And I yelled at Lily, then yelled at Izzy.  And Izzy just looked up at me and said, 'hug' and then came over and gave me a hug.  What a SWEET little girl! Her mom yells at her, so she figures I needed a hug.  She does that alot, if lily gets hurt of something she always says hug and runs over to hug her.  She's such a little lifter.  She's always so happy and fun!  Love that izzy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-1911062738890020906?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1911062738890020906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=1911062738890020906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1911062738890020906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1911062738890020906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-izzy.html' title='Sweet Izzy'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4548974195818340647</id><published>2009-03-08T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:41:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Have a Cat if...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/holidays/halloween/costume-grim-reaper-clipart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/holidays/halloween/costume-grim-reaper-clipart.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, while we were getting ready for church Lily was talking to me about our dogs.  Then she asked me, "when our dogs die, I want to have one cat and one dog, can I have a cat mom?"  She has asked me this before, but John is VERY allergic to cats.  So I always tell her, Lily, daddy is very allergic to cats, if we got one, he would be sick all the time.  So today after this response, she says, "well mom, what if someday dad died, THEN can I have a cat?"  She must want a cat REAL bad.  Poor John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4548974195818340647?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4548974195818340647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4548974195818340647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4548974195818340647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4548974195818340647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-have-cat-if.html' title='Can I Have a Cat if...?'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7070886472407796916</id><published>2009-03-07T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:59:22.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We went TWO weeks!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm REALLY trying to blog more.  I don't know why,  noone really looks, but my sister...and Rae. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an attempt to save some money so that we could go to the Phoenix zoo, we had a family talk and we all decided that we wouldn't eat out as much.  We went for TWO weeks without eating out, at all!  That is really long for us.  Not that we're always going to like, Olive Garden or nice places.   But we definitely have days where it's like, today is a Little Caesar day because mom is freaking out, or little things like that.  But I have done good cooking, and NOT freaking out. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in celebration of having 2 weeks of not eating out, what do u think we did for lunch today?  EAT OUT.  OF COURSE!  Our favorite place in town is a Chinese Food place called China Star. So that's where we went.  And for lunch, lightly under $20 so, not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in lieu of not eating out at all for 2 weeks, I HAVE lost like..a few lbs, maybe 1, maybe 3,who really knows, but still.  Maybe we eat out more than we realize.  Maybe it's just a coincidence that I lost, but STILL. &lt;br /&gt;Congrats to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7070886472407796916?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7070886472407796916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7070886472407796916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7070886472407796916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7070886472407796916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-went-two-weeks.html' title='We went TWO weeks!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4147804197964940991</id><published>2009-03-05T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:00:58.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCQ-Pv6JyI/AAAAAAAAAec/CfqQ-IogfM8/s1600-h/100_8776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCQ-Pv6JyI/AAAAAAAAAec/CfqQ-IogfM8/s320/100_8776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903359723579170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Isabel is 20 months old, and she has this IRRITATING, make that MADDENING habit of 'swiping' her food off of her tray.  The floor is constantly a mess and I'm ALWAYS picking up the floor after every meal, and seriously, some days, it seems too much to handle!  Usually what we used to do, is  after the meal, just let the dogs in and they take care of it.  Well, the reason why I'M always picking up now is because now what she does is drop food on the floor and say, "Daisy".  So she made the connection thinking, "oh, if I drop food on the floor, it's for Daisy".  So lesson learned.  If you are going to use the DOGS to clean up, wait until the baby can't see them cleaning up, or she'll start doing it on purpose, in an effort to be nice to the dogs.  And you WILL go insane picking up food all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4147804197964940991?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4147804197964940991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4147804197964940991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4147804197964940991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4147804197964940991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCQ-Pv6JyI/AAAAAAAAAec/CfqQ-IogfM8/s72-c/100_8776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-784765293542792570</id><published>2009-03-05T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:55:12.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily the Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOhNBnpXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IfCPfFYyYLk/s1600-h/100_8864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOhNBnpXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IfCPfFYyYLk/s320/100_8864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309900661753095538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOhNBnpXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IfCPfFYyYLk/s1600-h/100_8864.JPG"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;So, this is what happens when you have a snow day, are very bored, and turn the camera over to your 3 year old.  Here is a picture of Lily's beloved puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOgwPiJyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q8RKwEVzrR0/s1600-h/100_8867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOgwPiJyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q8RKwEVzrR0/s320/100_8867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309900654026827554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cute one of Miss Izzy.  She's not to bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOgLwnqmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/AKJ7R275W7w/s1600-h/100_8872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOgLwnqmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/AKJ7R275W7w/s320/100_8872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309900644233488994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is OUR FAVORITE!  Her self, portrait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOfzSqNcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/w-9IxvriYQ4/s1600-h/100_8863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOfzSqNcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/w-9IxvriYQ4/s320/100_8863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309900637665375682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOfS5Z9RI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ki0yefODfnE/s1600-h/100_8862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOfS5Z9RI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ki0yefODfnE/s320/100_8862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309900628969518354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her daddy!  we all look rough!  snow day! we only left the house to shovel.  you don't need to look good for that, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-784765293542792570?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/784765293542792570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=784765293542792570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/784765293542792570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/784765293542792570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/lily-photographer.html' title='Lily the Photographer'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SbCOhNBnpXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IfCPfFYyYLk/s72-c/100_8864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-559037613964699916</id><published>2009-02-06T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:19:33.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Lily update</title><content type='html'>You will have to read the post below to understand this one, it's not long.  Go do it, and then come back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today at Pizza Hut at lunch (for my b-day)  Lily was playing the call 'head' names game again.  "daddy, you're a green head, a hair head." The, loudly I may add she says, "Daddy, you're a SKINHEAD".  We stopped laughing at her and looked around...noone noticed.  I THINK.  NO lily, daddy is not a skin head.  I didn't see the offensive possibilities for this game when it started....LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-559037613964699916?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/559037613964699916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=559037613964699916' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/559037613964699916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/559037613964699916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-lily-update.html' title='Funny Lily update'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3367165995224164761</id><published>2009-02-05T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:49:35.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SYukPiCA1uI/AAAAAAAAAds/Dh6wGSADEg4/s1600-h/100_8858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SYukPiCA1uI/AAAAAAAAAds/Dh6wGSADEg4/s320/100_8858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299509973271762658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SYukPC3tiuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rMWJLBGlCXc/s1600-h/100_8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SYukPC3tiuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rMWJLBGlCXc/s320/100_8723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299509964907055842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't make this not type as a link....weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily has been saying the funniest stuff lately.  Her new thing that she likes to do is make up names ending in 'head'.  Like...'doghead', dirthead', 'momhead'.  Tonight she says, 'mom, I'm going to call you a ''pothead' LOL.  Okay, Lily, you can call me a pothead.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Isabel is NOT a good nighttime sleeper.  Unfortunately, we live in a two bedroom house.  So, Lily sleeps in our room, on her own little princess cot thing.  She told me that she's been cold at night.  So I told her I'd just go get her her blanket off of her bed in Izzy's room.  She said, "mom, that would be a big disaster, that blanket is too big for my bed in here."  She is just so cute! A 'big disaster".  AHHH.  I love my kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SYukPC3tiuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rMWJLBGlCXc/s1600-h/100_8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-3367165995224164761?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3367165995224164761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3367165995224164761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3367165995224164761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3367165995224164761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-lily.html' title='Funny Lily'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SYukPiCA1uI/AAAAAAAAAds/Dh6wGSADEg4/s72-c/100_8858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4577338955593667439</id><published>2009-01-25T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:07:57.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up on pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02JtSVzcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7VVWX6I89ug/s1600-h/100_8664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02JtSVzcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7VVWX6I89ug/s320/100_8664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448277260815810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutest Kiddos ever taking a bath.  It's their funnest thing to do ever!  They play and splash ans squeal.  It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02JDypUlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nO9wQDrdoqI/s1600-h/100_8656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02JDypUlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nO9wQDrdoqI/s320/100_8656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448266122023506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02I0PHiQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QiPfU9es0Gw/s1600-h/100_8591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02I0PHiQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QiPfU9es0Gw/s320/100_8591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448261946476802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily's FAVORITE OUTFIT!  She wears it w/her pink cowgirl boots as well. i got the skirt at Savers for like $4 bucks to be a dress up skirt. but then it ended up being too cute for just dressing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02IxHuFrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6UuaAVLt3Ds/s1600-h/100_8589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02IxHuFrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6UuaAVLt3Ds/s320/100_8589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448261110142642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing their true colors!  Here is is folks, kids fighting!  I LOVE THIS pic!  Who's face is better?  Probably Lily's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02IpGQi3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/qWGr5Qt841k/s1600-h/100_8659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02IpGQi3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/qWGr5Qt841k/s320/100_8659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448258956528498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are being cute again.  They were just sitting there like this, so I had to grab the camera!  Lily is always trying to hold izzy.  She wants her to still be a baby SO BAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4577338955593667439?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4577338955593667439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4577338955593667439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4577338955593667439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4577338955593667439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up-on-pics.html' title='Catching up on pics...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX02JtSVzcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7VVWX6I89ug/s72-c/100_8664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6905149525119311140</id><published>2009-01-25T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:44:28.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, I AM blogging about Halloween.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-lMbaxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PtsmF7aKWFE/s1600-h/100_8577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-lMbaxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PtsmF7aKWFE/s320/100_8577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295441489040206610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realize that I am lame people, but I am going to post a blog about Halloween.  Here is a Post- trick or treat pic of lily playing with her loot.  Why didn't I get sweet play dough when I went trick or treating?  That's awesome!  This year, they had a trick or treat carnival at the gym  i go to, so we did that and trick or treating.  Both the girls got a TON of sweet stuff at the gym.  They were very happy!  Izzy was supposed to be the cutest alligator ever for Halloween ,but she wouldn't wear it, so I have no pics of her on the blog, because she is  a party pooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-nRktwI/AAAAAAAAAcA/D3UYqlOT614/s1600-h/100_8576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-nRktwI/AAAAAAAAAcA/D3UYqlOT614/s320/100_8576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295441489598658306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Lily in her night time costume (it gets cold in flag, brrrr)  She's a dino. She wore it last year too.  If you look at where the bottom of the dino legs end, you will see why Lily will NOT be able to fit in the next year.... she is freaky tall.  Everyone is always surprised when we tell them how young she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-eFPKBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-CL2Ei1sj0M/s1600-h/100_8573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-eFPKBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-CL2Ei1sj0M/s320/100_8573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295441487130994706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Lily in her daytime costume .  She REALLY wanted to be a Cowgirl Ballerina, but it's to cold for that at night, so I let her dress up as this in the day when we went to the gym.  She wanted her hair REEAAALLLY curly, so i totally over did it on the hairspray, but after like 30 min or so, they didn't look so stiff.  So i ended up glad I over did it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-J1gW1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/dPmItqeaB9o/s1600-h/100_8569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-J1gW1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/dPmItqeaB9o/s320/100_8569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295441481696303954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the pumpkin Lily and John carved.  I have NO pumpkin carving skills, so I stand by as an assistant while John does it.  He CLEARLY has sweet pumpkin carving skills.  This is a pic of Lily and her puppy-dog.  Her FAAAVORITEEEE  Sweety EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6905149525119311140?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6905149525119311140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6905149525119311140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6905149525119311140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6905149525119311140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-am-blogging-about-halloween.html' title='YES, I AM blogging about Halloween.'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SX0v-lMbaxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PtsmF7aKWFE/s72-c/100_8577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4081147497448839567</id><published>2009-01-15T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:53:32.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kid Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SW_Lk-buFCI/AAAAAAAAAbY/u_IJlBPDW-E/s1600-h/Izzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SW_Lk-buFCI/AAAAAAAAAbY/u_IJlBPDW-E/s400/Izzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291671923278615586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SW_LkgNx3pI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/B1Wl1WE1z_E/s1600-h/100_9086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SW_LkgNx3pI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/B1Wl1WE1z_E/s400/100_9086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291671915167080082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the pictures hanging on my wall were quite outdated, so I decided to take it upon myself to take some new ones. I'm not really that good at photo shop or anything, so here are the new pictures that will be hanging on my wall, only with the red eye taken out and cropped. I hope they look good after they are developed!  Aren't they cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4081147497448839567?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4081147497448839567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4081147497448839567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4081147497448839567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4081147497448839567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-kid-photos.html' title='New Kid Photos!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SW_Lk-buFCI/AAAAAAAAAbY/u_IJlBPDW-E/s72-c/Izzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4119508367555116394</id><published>2009-01-09T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:35:34.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am totally the worst blogger ever!</title><content type='html'>So, I waste alot of time on the computer, but I never blog, why is that i wonder?  Oh, probably because my life is very non interesting.  Anyway, here's something funny Lily said the other day: She was being mean to Izzy and I said, "Lily that is your sister!".  And lily says, "but mom, she wants to play with me, and she's not being interesting!".  Well, fair enough I suppose...who wants to play with someone boring...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4119508367555116394?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4119508367555116394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4119508367555116394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4119508367555116394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4119508367555116394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-totally-worst-blogger-ever.html' title='I am totally the worst blogger ever!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-852678866571514389</id><published>2008-11-26T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:12:53.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2QdGg4F0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/m9y9ccwJPkM/s1600-h/100_8111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2QdGg4F0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/m9y9ccwJPkM/s320/100_8111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273029568359831362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this week my girls have been in  Thatcher with my sister so I could have a little break.  This is my first time away from them, EVER!  So it's been hard, but fun and worth it.  My sister said that they are doing AMAZING at her house and not even crying or anything . I'm so proud of them for being big girls away from their mom!  I think I'm missing them more than they are missing me!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cuties sitting in our toybox.  They are so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2Qc72U2eI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_QAoZf-8aj4/s1600-h/100_8080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2Qc72U2eI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_QAoZf-8aj4/s320/100_8080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273029565497006562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are coloring on a box, one of their favorite things to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2QcocQDzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wQ1Fm4qZg8Y/s1600-h/100_8061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2QcocQDzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wQ1Fm4qZg8Y/s320/100_8061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273029560287366962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love Izzy's pig tails in this!  Her morning hair is the best!  She's such a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2Qb8UjREI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4vPO6M7ZxIY/s1600-h/100_8054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2Qb8UjREI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4vPO6M7ZxIY/s320/100_8054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273029548443911234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Izzy bonding with her grandpa.  I think she's trying to figure out what's growing on his face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2QbnzKmeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1hqlekNbhHw/s1600-h/100_8047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2QbnzKmeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1hqlekNbhHw/s320/100_8047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273029542935173602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally the best picture ever!  John took it of them.  I have the cutest family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-852678866571514389?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/852678866571514389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=852678866571514389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/852678866571514389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/852678866571514389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-my-girls.html' title='I Miss My Girls!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SS2QdGg4F0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/m9y9ccwJPkM/s72-c/100_8111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7356484390828945920</id><published>2008-11-09T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:57:21.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More kids!  What else!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHSLW-eOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/a8w665W0JIo/s1600-h/100_8017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHSLW-eOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/a8w665W0JIo/s320/100_8017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266686298101283042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Is Izzy.  She LOVES to talk on the phone.  She'll pick it up and make a cute little grunting noise.  I think that's her 'hello' .  One day I was on the phone cleaning and walking around the house, and I realized that she was walking around behind me on an old cell phone imitating me.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHR53MnwI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-0IQf1tgk0w/s1600-h/100_8033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHR53MnwI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-0IQf1tgk0w/s320/100_8033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266686293404589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Girls are so cute and LOVE to play together,  I am so lucky that they get along so well.  For now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHRimsFMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mRAA253wvjU/s1600-h/100_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHRimsFMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mRAA253wvjU/s320/100_7987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266686287161332930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily was SUPPOSED To be in time out, but I caught Izzy being her moral support to get her through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHRZJYp4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/omHNZLWqLRY/s1600-h/100_7970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHRZJYp4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/omHNZLWqLRY/s320/100_7970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266686284622505858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's probably our latest family picture taken in Aug.  (yes, I am way behind on my blogging).  At the Tabernacle in ST. George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHRGmom_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/i8qRPNImkZ0/s1600-h/100_7967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHRGmom_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/i8qRPNImkZ0/s320/100_7967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266686279644912626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lily with her "papa milt' (johns dad).  They are good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7356484390828945920?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7356484390828945920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7356484390828945920' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7356484390828945920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7356484390828945920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-kids-what-else.html' title='More kids!  What else!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SRcHSLW-eOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/a8w665W0JIo/s72-c/100_8017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-487806566886471961</id><published>2008-11-03T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:21:36.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8</title><content type='html'>The following is an e-mail Johns dad sent me.  I thought it was really cool what he was doing to draw attention to prop 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you guys:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; This is what I did for the last three days. I organized this on Sat and didn't think I would get too many folks. Its slightly illegal to campaign over a state/federal highway. How was I to know? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It was a true "feel good" operation. I was proud to be with my friends standing up for something so sacred as marriage. The anti-gay sentiment is running wild here in California. We had so many of the cars honking and giving us the "thumbs up" it was great. I love to wave the flag!  About one in eighty (or so) gave us the thumbs down or some other universally recognized digital symbol of disgust!  Many folks showed me they were one (1) and some even showed me they were two (2) years old. All-in-all, it was a great feeling and we impacted about 25,000 commuters on I-15 this AM. Tomorrow we will be there about 6 AM for the last round of freeway therapy for our friends on the Super Slab. Enclosed are a few photos for the record.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tonight I got the Ward to just pick up a Yes on 8 yard sign and go down at sundown to any corner in Fallbrook and just sit there with your their family and friends for about 1 hour for FHE. We have a lot of folks doing it! It should be fun and exciting. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sarah Peterson and Tricia were down by the post office Sat. and some guy took the sign away and spit at Sarah. Brent Lane was in Phoenix last week and had his Yes on 8 (California signs) signs scraped off his cars and someone spit all over them. Arizona has a similar proposition on the ballot over there. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yahooooooooooooooo!!!!!  My motto: Gay or Straight-Yes on 8!!!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Love to All&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Milt/Papa Stache/Dad/Senator/24601&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;PS  The dogs keep barking, but the caravan moves on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's dad is the one in the middle waving the flag.  Pretty cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SQ--7QsSFtI/AAAAAAAAATk/NG711OoyIwY/s1600-h/milt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SQ--7QsSFtI/AAAAAAAAATk/NG711OoyIwY/s320/milt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264636414721660626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SQ--7gfBKbI/AAAAAAAAATs/MrbjGjvnjmo/s1600-h/milt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SQ--7gfBKbI/AAAAAAAAATs/MrbjGjvnjmo/s320/milt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264636418960992690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-487806566886471961?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/487806566886471961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=487806566886471961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/487806566886471961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/487806566886471961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/prop-8.html' title='Prop 8'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SQ--7QsSFtI/AAAAAAAAATk/NG711OoyIwY/s72-c/milt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7530615818630133014</id><published>2008-09-28T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:14:11.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Started...</title><content type='html'>So, today Lily kept asking me some of those hard to answer questions:  "How did I get out of heaven?"  "How did I get out of your belly?"  And one other that I won't write on here.  She's starting to make me think.  I'm sure that they're only more questions, and they get more personal. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7530615818630133014?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7530615818630133014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7530615818630133014' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7530615818630133014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7530615818630133014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-started.html' title='It&apos;s Started...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1166768806500604</id><published>2008-09-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:41:17.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Beautiful Lily...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4G4KpfvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XH4jin4vH54/s1600-h/100_7884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4G4KpfvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XH4jin4vH54/s320/100_7884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781112693686002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily says she wants to be a ballerina when she grows up.  So I'm looking around to get her into dance classes, since she'd throughly enjoy them.  Here's a little montage of her telling me something.  She is quite expressive with her face, and these examples are pretty accurate of faces that she always makes. &lt;br /&gt;Lily is a VERY emotional, high strung girl.  She is most definitely a daddy's girl.  It seems like when he's around, I really don't exist much.  Which I suppose I've gotten used to over the years.  She is 3 years old now.  She LOVES To make ANYTHING talk to eachother.  The 'talking game' she calls it.  Stuffed animals, her little plastic dogs, her little plastic dinos.  Anything.  They all are families and talk to eachother.  And OF COURSE, we have to play with her.  It has gotten to be a REAL annoying game, trust me on that!  LIly loves pirates, not sure why.  She loves to play pirates as well.  She is a princess, and I have a hanger for a hook and, and I am captain hook, and we fight. lol.  She is an exeptional sister, extremely patient with Izzy for the most part.  She's not too social of a girl.  Alot of the time she says that people tried to play with her at the gym, but she didn't want to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4HPMl9zI/AAAAAAAAATE/xkrEWI6aV-I/s1600-h/100_7885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4HPMl9zI/AAAAAAAAATE/xkrEWI6aV-I/s320/100_7885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781118875858738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with them because she was 'grouchy'.  She isn't really a fan of eating.  For most meals, izzy out-eats her.  Did i mention about Izzy that she eats about as much as me?  She's a PIG!  Lily is too busy to play to eat.  She likes to play video games with her dad...something I am not so sure i approve of, but what do u do?  Lily loves anything princessy.   Lily's 'bio' is going to be a little bit shorter, cause it's bedtime.  This is our Lily, and we just love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4HXrbCDI/AAAAAAAAATM/ABigKqUYHp4/s1600-h/100_7886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4HXrbCDI/AAAAAAAAATM/ABigKqUYHp4/s320/100_7886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781121152649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4Hqyd8QI/AAAAAAAAATU/Na2HozoU6po/s1600-h/100_7942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4Hqyd8QI/AAAAAAAAATU/Na2HozoU6po/s320/100_7942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781126282473730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic, cause it's so silly and goofy, and captures her happiness just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4H_zCRSI/AAAAAAAAATc/BBJAFqT0F_0/s1600-h/100_7955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4H_zCRSI/AAAAAAAAATc/BBJAFqT0F_0/s320/100_7955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781131921999138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks WAAAY to old in this pic, especially cuddled up to her friend Reed.  i didn't realize that we had to start watching out for boys THIS early!  We're in for it!  Bigtime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-1166768806500604?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1166768806500604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=1166768806500604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1166768806500604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1166768806500604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-beautiful-lily.html' title='This Beautiful Lily...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr4G4KpfvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XH4jin4vH54/s72-c/100_7884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5361434549610370625</id><published>2008-09-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:28:02.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Naughty Izzy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0h8Anq5I/AAAAAAAAASU/8RvlrfFefSo/s1600-h/100_7827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0h8Anq5I/AAAAAAAAASU/8RvlrfFefSo/s320/100_7827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777179535322002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our litte Izzy is SUCH a stink bug these days.  She climbs ANYTHING humanly possible, and even things that shouldn't be possible.  She likes to pull drawers out and SWING from them, and climb on drawers.  She also likes to hang from the oven handle (danger, I know), as well as climb up onto the toilet and stand on the closed lid and play with things on the above shelf.  Her NEW climbing adventure is trying to climb up our bar stools, which I am promptly waiting for one of them to one day tip over on top of her, which would not be a fun trip to the ER.  Speaking of the ER, today i drove past the hospital and paid close attn. to where the ER was and the fastest way to get there, in case of of her little brave escapedes ends badly one of these days. &lt;br /&gt;Isabel is 15 months old now.  She LOVES to scream and run and play chase with her sister.  She just ADORES Lily!  If isabel wakes up from her nap before lily does, she waits and waits and points to the door and asks about lily.  And as soon as she hears lily's door open, she runs to great her.  They are such sweet little sisters together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0iAFERqI/AAAAAAAAASc/pugqxPtAm2E/s1600-h/100_7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0iAFERqI/AAAAAAAAASc/pugqxPtAm2E/s320/100_7833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777180627715746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel LOVES our dogs, even though she's not too sure about them.  We can't let them inside in this house, which is kinda nice for me to not have to pick up dog hair all the time.   So when she seees them, she squeals with deight and yells at them, but she does'nt really want to go TOO close to them. &lt;br /&gt;She is a really good girl, and has followed our example by observance and folds her arms for prayers without being prompted. When we say family prayer at night, as soon as she says amen, she starts walking to her room and waits for me to follow.  As soon as we get into her room, she starts pointing to the dresser and says 'bink! bink!"  She can have a binkie only when she sleeps, which makes her look forward to bedtime i think.  When I ask her for her binkie in the morning, she takes it out, hides it behind her back, and then runs away from me.  She's a cute naughtly little thing.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to slide at the park and be chased by her dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0iYteXVI/AAAAAAAAASk/ijXoPusnwTY/s1600-h/100_7275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0iYteXVI/AAAAAAAAASk/ijXoPusnwTY/s320/100_7275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777187239648594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also has a mean streak about her.  When Lily takes things from her she fights back pretty bad. One day Lily took something and Izzy went over and hit her, she didn't get a reaction from this, so she pulled her hair instead.  That DID get a reaction when Lily kicked her back.  I could'nt really do much about this fight, as I was trying to secrety laugh at the meanness of my one year old...yeah i know...it's funny...for now. &lt;br /&gt;Isabel also loves to take baths with lily.  they play and splash and laugh like crazy!  Izzy is even very patient with lily, who likes to wash her with a washcloth and dump water on her head.  Anyway, this is getting kinda long, and I'm sure most of you don't care enough to have read this far.  So here's a few more pics of my little cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0inNxyJI/AAAAAAAAASs/JKXCx4nLIwo/s1600-h/100_7276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0inNxyJI/AAAAAAAAASs/JKXCx4nLIwo/s320/100_7276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777191133235346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0i7-td5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wfbyvq2XLBw/s1600-h/100_7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0i7-td5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wfbyvq2XLBw/s320/100_7891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777196707182482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5361434549610370625?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5361434549610370625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5361434549610370625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5361434549610370625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5361434549610370625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-naughty-izzy.html' title='This Naughty Izzy...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SNr0h8Anq5I/AAAAAAAAASU/8RvlrfFefSo/s72-c/100_7827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2577690553649442886</id><published>2008-09-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:36:57.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were a Vampire...</title><content type='html'>So, I gave in and read the Twilight books.  I got sooooo sick of reading about them on peoples blogs..and hearing people talk about them, so I gave in and read them.  And I have to admit, that they were pretty good.  I started the first one the night before Labor Day, and then Read the rest of the 3 in 1 week and 1 day..so I guess I more than kinda liked them, but I don't want to jump on the wagon and admit it.  Anyway, reading about ....1700 pages of a Vampire book in such short time has definitely muddled my mind in the past week and made me a little bit weird in my thinking.  For example...&lt;br /&gt;Since reading the Twilight books, this is how my thoughts have changed...&lt;br /&gt;1.  I want to be able to run really really fast, and I think about what it would be like.  Not to mention move fast, can you imagine how clean my house would be?&lt;br /&gt;2.  I actually have NOTICED the pulse of blood pumping through my veins a few times...yes, I know...so glad to be done reading these books that influence my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have actually taken things people have said, and unconsciously twisted them in my mind to be something that someone in the book would say.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I DREAM about the books, I wake up, my thoughts in the manner that the book is written in, like reading it has turned me into a writer or something and now think more ...exquisitely?&lt;br /&gt;5.  I want to do it like a Vampire.  SERIOUSLY?  Have you READ those parts?  HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now that I've admitted to my retardedness online, I will retreat into embarrassment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2577690553649442886?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2577690553649442886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2577690553649442886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2577690553649442886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2577690553649442886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-were-vampire.html' title='If I Were a Vampire...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6320118943624483347</id><published>2008-09-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:53:59.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only girls...</title><content type='html'>So I have a funny story to share with you about my two girly girls. &lt;br /&gt;The other day, we are leaving to go to the gym, and lily says, "look mom! A caterpillar!"  We've been getting lots of these lately, but we always catch them.  So I went inside to get our caterpillar jar, and told lily, "Keep Isabel away from it, so she doesn't smash it".  As I'm in the doorway to leave the house with my jar, they are both standing by the caterpillar, and izzy reaches down and pokes it.  They both SCREAM BLOODY MURDER, Lily is running away as fast as she can, rubbing her hands all over her body, trying to get the catapillar off of her (it's not really on her though).  Isabel is FREAKING OUT, running away and marching in place away from the catapillar, like she's trying to get her legs up off of the ground somehow so the scary, evil catapillar can't chase her.  Let's just say, after some comforting and catching of the catapillar, I kept having outburst of laughing the whole way to the gym.  If boys found it, they would've put in in their pocket or something, and I would've found it smashed dead in their pocket doing laundry.  What sweet Girly Girls I have.  It kinda was a big caterpillar, but STILL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6320118943624483347?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6320118943624483347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6320118943624483347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6320118943624483347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6320118943624483347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-girls.html' title='Only girls...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7669576714496725635</id><published>2008-08-25T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:47:15.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Helpers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM14ENt6-I/AAAAAAAAARs/Tfy_dxk1sSI/s1600-h/100_7799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM14ENt6-I/AAAAAAAAARs/Tfy_dxk1sSI/s320/100_7799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590028882242530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite a handsome car washer, I bet he could get good tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM14xdkDbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hyAxV3-42Dg/s1600-h/100_7800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM14xdkDbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hyAxV3-42Dg/s320/100_7800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590041028300210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily paying close attention to detail here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM15aqHWUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_mJ4RnP2C-A/s1600-h/100_7804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM15aqHWUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_mJ4RnP2C-A/s320/100_7804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590052086798658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM1549U9EI/AAAAAAAAASE/lCDbpYRlt5U/s1600-h/100_7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM1549U9EI/AAAAAAAAASE/lCDbpYRlt5U/s320/100_7816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590060220445762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy trying her best to help out. While Lily is deciding that she too, in fact, needs washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM16VXKYDI/AAAAAAAAASM/UFpH9meAbjg/s1600-h/100_7820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM16VXKYDI/AAAAAAAAASM/UFpH9meAbjg/s320/100_7820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590067844997170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy with a cute naughty face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7669576714496725635?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7669576714496725635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7669576714496725635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7669576714496725635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7669576714496725635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-helpers.html' title='Little Helpers'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SLM14ENt6-I/AAAAAAAAARs/Tfy_dxk1sSI/s72-c/100_7799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7814633198077193199</id><published>2008-08-23T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:49:56.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I belong in 1994</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in 1994&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/90s.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&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/3917318310537549922-7814633198077193199?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7814633198077193199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7814633198077193199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7814633198077193199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7814633198077193199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-belong-in-1994-with-you-anything.html' title='I belong in 1994'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8532678327198396861</id><published>2008-08-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:54:53.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZRmn502I/AAAAAAAAARA/kQXzRq6fMk4/s1600-h/100_7760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZRmn502I/AAAAAAAAARA/kQXzRq6fMk4/s320/100_7760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236658625685607266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John's brother 'uncle topher'.   He liked Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realize as I look through the pics for this post, that we didn't do very good capturing Johns family, considering that he has 7 siblings and we have only 2 of them on here.  Oh well.  maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZRqNG0QI/AAAAAAAAARI/M5MRha8CJ-o/s1600-h/100_7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZRqNG0QI/AAAAAAAAARI/M5MRha8CJ-o/s320/100_7772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236658626646954242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johns brother and sister, Amy holding Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZSMJSFUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/l-wrX10sXF0/s1600-h/100_7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZSMJSFUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/l-wrX10sXF0/s320/100_7783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236658635757720898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily and Izzy enjoying some tasty food.  Isabel LOVES watermelon like CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZSSrvA2I/AAAAAAAAARY/lAGANZdGS6k/s1600-h/100_7784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZSSrvA2I/AAAAAAAAARY/lAGANZdGS6k/s320/100_7784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236658637512835938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and Izzy going down the slide at the fam party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZTGxcQ6I/AAAAAAAAARg/I8xI4oC0rv0/s1600-h/100_7787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZTGxcQ6I/AAAAAAAAARg/I8xI4oC0rv0/s320/100_7787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236658651495416738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of the Colorado River we drove past the dam on the way home.  LONG DRIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8532678327198396861?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8532678327198396861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8532678327198396861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8532678327198396861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8532678327198396861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-trip-to-salt-lake.html' title='Our Trip to Salt Lake'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxZRmn502I/AAAAAAAAARA/kQXzRq6fMk4/s72-c/100_7760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8589402052298629769</id><published>2008-08-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:44:30.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cedar City Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXRvtWehI/AAAAAAAAAQY/R8AJmeB8WjM/s1600-h/100_7666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXRvtWehI/AAAAAAAAAQY/R8AJmeB8WjM/s320/100_7666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236656429101120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids eating TASTY Pastry Pub, if eve in Cedar, you must eat there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXR_Yhg8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/75SlP09paGo/s1600-h/100_7672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXR_Yhg8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/75SlP09paGo/s320/100_7672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236656433308730306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel and Savanna, our cool friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXSKsl-9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/N9VmDw3LSDY/s1600-h/100_7691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXSKsl-9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/N9VmDw3LSDY/s320/100_7691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236656436345699282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy and Savvy playing cutely on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXSWB8jBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ztaBRBzMCPE/s1600-h/100_7705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXSWB8jBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ztaBRBzMCPE/s320/100_7705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236656439388048402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel painting Lily's nails.  It looks intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXSlGevZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BdHLZ8BcdSY/s1600-h/100_7714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXSlGevZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BdHLZ8BcdSY/s320/100_7714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236656443433598354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute bath time!  Savvy has 2 older brothers, so she definitely enjoyed the female company.  Notice all the cute little tan lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8589402052298629769?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8589402052298629769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8589402052298629769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8589402052298629769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8589402052298629769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-cedar-city-trip.html' title='Our Cedar City Trip'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKxXRvtWehI/AAAAAAAAAQY/R8AJmeB8WjM/s72-c/100_7666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-885372679996440604</id><published>2008-08-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:13:45.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiddo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8UQHW0eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7FD-6ArJoNQ/s1600-h/100_7602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8UQHW0eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7FD-6ArJoNQ/s320/100_7602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233741666834633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I can say about this picture is....BRAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8Uo5p8wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Dop5g4r7sP4/s1600-h/100_7605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8Uo5p8wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Dop5g4r7sP4/s320/100_7605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233741673488052994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily being a cutie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8VN_-dhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zek2Qw_0RPY/s1600-h/100_7632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8VN_-dhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zek2Qw_0RPY/s320/100_7632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233741683446674962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's lil wearing TWO pairs of panty hose, that she put on by herself, this was all her idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8VV7G3sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fQA1lJdf39Q/s1600-h/100_7635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8VV7G3sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fQA1lJdf39Q/s320/100_7635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233741685573738178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a trip to Sam's Club, Izzy decided to climb the boxes.  She's fearless.  Notice, she climbed up there so she could color with my pen and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8VpC0zaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Q5rmkwlAwiM/s1600-h/100_7404.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-885372679996440604?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/885372679996440604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=885372679996440604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/885372679996440604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/885372679996440604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/08/kiddos.html' title='kiddo&apos;s'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH8UQHW0eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7FD-6ArJoNQ/s72-c/100_7602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8590996949497854353</id><published>2008-08-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:03:13.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH55tfM7yI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dDJpIp1a3hk/s1600-h/100_7434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH55tfM7yI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dDJpIp1a3hk/s320/100_7434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233739011839553314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and Izzy at the grand canyon.  Our kids were really grouchy.  It was totally fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH56K5AklI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3HLMYLM3-l8/s1600-h/100_7459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH56K5AklI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3HLMYLM3-l8/s320/100_7459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233739019732423250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a squirrel that was WAY to friendly and kept  coming up to my kids to try to bully them out of their food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH56d0PM6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YVhBDzG8Zw4/s1600-h/100_7587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SKH56d0PM6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YVhBDzG8Zw4/s320/100_7587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233739024812684194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a cute pic. of john and our friend, Mike, walking with the kiddo's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8590996949497854353?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8590996949497854353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8590996949497854353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8515558723514510977</id><published>2008-07-25T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:04:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2735c47ba192b8df" 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" 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href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8515558723514510977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8515558723514510977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8515558723514510977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8515558723514510977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-333745115619917685</id><published>2008-07-08T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:41:40.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Big Sister</title><content type='html'>So the past few nights, Lily and Izzy have been sleeping in the same room.  All nights have gone really well, all nights but tonight.  Isabel has been in bed for two hours now, lily one.  And both are awake.  Lily keeps getting up and waking izzy, assuming she's asleep.  John and I are TRYING to watch a movie, now he's on the phone with someone.  HONESTLY.  Anyway, I'm posting about something sweet.  I went in for the bodabillionth time a few minutes ago, and Izzy was fussing and Lily was sitting on the foot of her bed pointing to a picture of Jesus saying, "don't be scared, Jesus is right there, He'll keep you safe".  Sigh.  Isn't that sweet?  We must be somehow doing a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-333745115619917685?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/333745115619917685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=333745115619917685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/333745115619917685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/333745115619917685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-big-sister.html' title='What a Big Sister'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4370872245475975695</id><published>2008-06-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:24:31.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics of cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhSDkFGmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oFoyBVHNiFE/s1600-h/100_7108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhSDkFGmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oFoyBVHNiFE/s320/100_7108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217878974851783266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Lily was supposed to be napping in her room, which is my room right now so Izzy can have her space and we don't feel pressure to keep her quiet at night, anyway.  She came out like this.  She got into my mascara.  She said, "I wanted to look like my dad" I should post a side by side of johns large eyebrows.  And notice, she even put some on her chin, so she could have his little go-t thing.  She asked if she could do the other eyebrow, and I kinda wanted to let her, but that would be sending the wrong message. lol.   II thought she did a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhS4pCPOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uAfiJ3olvas/s1600-h/100_7158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhS4pCPOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uAfiJ3olvas/s320/100_7158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217878989099646178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Izzy eating her first sucker.  I know, bad parenting.  It's just a little dum dum.  I was eating it,  and I was giving her little licks.  But then eventually she took it for herself, and wouldn't let me have anymore licks.  Naughty monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhT8hteQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QmOBfx9LYQI/s1600-h/100_7180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhT8hteQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QmOBfx9LYQI/s320/100_7180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217879007322536194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture.  It's like Izzy has finally battled her sister and won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhU1TlWsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2Wxz1yagHa0/s1600-h/100_7192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhU1TlWsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2Wxz1yagHa0/s320/100_7192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217879022564104898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy's favorite thing to do outside is suck on lily's sidewalk chalk.  I know, bad parenting again.  This pic is after an expecially productive evening of chalk eating.  I think we were bathing Daisy, so she was getting away with it extra.  She almost looks like she's saying 'cheese'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhVRQHnWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_n2pVvYDNRw/s1600-h/100_7363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhVRQHnWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_n2pVvYDNRw/s320/100_7363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217879030065765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So your remember Lily's purple lip gloss from her princess necklace?  This is what she looks like most of the time these days.  I say, "So lily, have you been putting on lip gloss?"  She says, "no"  I say, "Oh, okay, I trust you (ppphh)  Aim for your lips girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4370872245475975695?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4370872245475975695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4370872245475975695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4370872245475975695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4370872245475975695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-pics-of-cuteness.html' title='Random pics of cuteness'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmhSDkFGmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oFoyBVHNiFE/s72-c/100_7108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7334885239792204809</id><published>2008-06-30T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:08:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's B-day Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeRM7KpVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NmYutu7ymxU/s1600-h/100_7279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeRM7KpVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NmYutu7ymxU/s320/100_7279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217875661649782098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lily in her princess crown and necklace. Her necklace was a necklace AND lipgloss.  Oh my the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeR3nbHfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/62mMh0NcQtM/s1600-h/100_7296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeR3nbHfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/62mMh0NcQtM/s320/100_7296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217875673109700082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily begged for a cake with white frosting and sprinkles for a month.  I made her one of those giant cupcake ones.  It looked pretty bad, the frosting was store bought and all drippy.  She liked it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeSewq44I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ws1EyXS2SNc/s1600-h/100_7316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeSewq44I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ws1EyXS2SNc/s320/100_7316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217875683617465218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got a new lunchbox to take her lunches in to the gym.  A PRINCESS one of course.  I am so princessed out with two girls, it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeSwkwXII/AAAAAAAAAOc/8oDspBhcQPQ/s1600-h/100_7327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeSwkwXII/AAAAAAAAAOc/8oDspBhcQPQ/s320/100_7327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217875688399330434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Lily on her brand new bike! She loves it!  She can't quite ride uphill yet though, I don't think she knows how to use her muscles in that way or something.  We have some recently re-done tennis courts she likes to ride in.  It's nice to live so close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeTIFEuvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/I1w3GKbRbBg/s1600-h/100_7298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeTIFEuvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/I1w3GKbRbBg/s320/100_7298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217875694708898546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like this pig-out sugar overload bite. lol.  We also took her to red lobster for lunch, her FAVORITE place to eat.  She is funny.  We got her the child's menu crab leg lunch.  She devoured it as fast as john could crack the crab.  Such expensive tastes for such a little child.  I can't believe she's 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7334885239792204809?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7334885239792204809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7334885239792204809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7334885239792204809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7334885239792204809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/lilys-b-day-pics.html' title='Lily&apos;s B-day Pics!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmeRM7KpVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NmYutu7ymxU/s72-c/100_7279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-40911022595651090</id><published>2008-06-30T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:56:21.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy's B-day Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcHBj5dXI/AAAAAAAAANc/gCSJHC6vb54/s1600-h/100_7199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcHBj5dXI/AAAAAAAAANc/gCSJHC6vb54/s320/100_7199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873287777449330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a good one of Izzy on her b-day just being cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcHmkIShI/AAAAAAAAANk/RuesrdcSanQ/s1600-h/100_7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcHmkIShI/AAAAAAAAANk/RuesrdcSanQ/s320/100_7201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873297710533138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John took her to the store to pick out a balloon, this is the one she picked.  She loved it.  It was fun watching her carry it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcIH7LK1I/AAAAAAAAANs/SS8tzYfuLOs/s1600-h/100_7208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcIH7LK1I/AAAAAAAAANs/SS8tzYfuLOs/s320/100_7208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873306665560914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is opening her baby doll that she LOVES.  It has a binkie, and she always takes it out.  I think she's thinking, I can't have mine, you can't have yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcIb-vssI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HuHKEskHaUE/s1600-h/100_7246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcIb-vssI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HuHKEskHaUE/s320/100_7246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873312049246914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is going for daddy's cake.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcJMqr1xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vX-qWJtEDOA/s1600-h/100_7259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcJMqr1xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vX-qWJtEDOA/s320/100_7259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873325118445330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got nice and messy!  We were glad. The moral of this story is, teach your child to play peek-a-boo BEFORE their first birthday for maximum dirtiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-40911022595651090?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/40911022595651090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=40911022595651090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/40911022595651090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/40911022595651090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/izzys-b-day-pics.html' title='Izzy&apos;s B-day Pics!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGmcHBj5dXI/AAAAAAAAANc/gCSJHC6vb54/s72-c/100_7199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-98762197677318173</id><published>2008-06-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:00:43.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st. Birthday, Sweet Izzy Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV4bCKVII/AAAAAAAAAM8/jEa3UL8mlfQ/s1600-h/100_4768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV4bCKVII/AAAAAAAAAM8/jEa3UL8mlfQ/s320/100_4768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216388696219735170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, bean isn't her middle name, just a nickname.  So, in searching through the newborn pictures, I'm hoping that John doesn't come in and find my tears at how quickly our Izzy has grown this past year. Yes, I know, they grow.  It's just how fast that year, and every year thereafter goes by that makes it so sad.  Here is a picture of Izzy when we brought her home from the hospital.  Isn't she so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV48omvcI/AAAAAAAAANE/dD4WhAo44F8/s1600-h/100_4817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV48omvcI/AAAAAAAAANE/dD4WhAo44F8/s320/100_4817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216388705239350722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily adapted SOOO well to Isabel being brought home, we talked about it ALOT, so it's not suprising.  These days Lily will say, "I love having a baby mom.  It's so cute.  Here's just one candid snapshot of their cuteness together.  Me and John have decided that having two kids is better than having one.  It's so fun to watch them play and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV5XA0sRI/AAAAAAAAANM/Iprzvuy6tmQ/s1600-h/100_7070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV5XA0sRI/AAAAAAAAANM/Iprzvuy6tmQ/s320/100_7070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216388712320250130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fast forward to Isabel at 1 year old.  Isn't it insane how she is, compared to that first picture?  She loves to walk around with things on her head, especially my kitchen towels.  She also loves to play peek a boo.  And when she's done eating, she puts her hands up in the air and says "done".  She can say "dog" and make a barking sound.  And she says "ooh ooh" like a monkey.  She does alot more things too, those are just a few.  She also LOVES to be outside.  She is very feisty and holds her own with Lily, which - trust me, our friends didn't think any baby would ever be able to do.  If anything, she makes Lily give in with her mean persistace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV5poM1NI/AAAAAAAAANU/K2SxPyXqVlo/s1600-h/100_6978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV5poM1NI/AAAAAAAAANU/K2SxPyXqVlo/s320/100_6978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216388717317248210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally love this picture.  It's kinda like she's giving me a look like I'm dumb.  She's like, what do u want mom?  Anyway, happy birthday cute Isabel.  I love you SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Check back in a few days and I'll be posting pics of her HUGE mess of cake, and b-day pics for Lily also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-98762197677318173?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/98762197677318173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=98762197677318173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/98762197677318173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/98762197677318173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-1st-birthday-sweet-izzy-bean.html' title='Happy 1st. Birthday, Sweet Izzy Bean'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SGRV4bCKVII/AAAAAAAAAM8/jEa3UL8mlfQ/s72-c/100_4768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7833284942563912087</id><published>2008-06-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:22:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will I Stop Missing You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFnQd7QEOFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XNZneaV2uFs/s1600-h/100_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFnQd7QEOFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XNZneaV2uFs/s400/100_4693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213427256197920850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we went to a really fun thing at a park here.  It's called concert in the park.  It's at a nearby park and they play music (obviously). Tonight they played bluegrass.  It was really fun.  But as fun as it was, whenever I got a moment to myself while John was chasing the kids, I got a pang of homesick for Cedar City.  And it gave me tears in my eyes.  We've been here since July of last year, but my heart still belongs in Cedar.  It's kinda funny since Cedar is kinda similar to here.  But it's just not the same.  So here's to you cedar city, quite possible the 4th love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of the creek where we would go play, the dogs loved it!  So did lily.  I took this pic the day b4 I had Isabel, so it was our last time there.  :(  Just one example of why I miss it.  I'd post more pics, but it took to much scrolling through pics to even find this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7833284942563912087?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7833284942563912087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7833284942563912087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7833284942563912087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7833284942563912087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-will-i-stop-missing-you.html' title='When Will I Stop Missing You?'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFnQd7QEOFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XNZneaV2uFs/s72-c/100_4693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2562295190545124695</id><published>2008-06-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:50:23.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink as a Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckZ0bvVAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0hohIxEgiW0/s1600-h/100_6795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckZ0bvVAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0hohIxEgiW0/s320/100_6795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675119694959618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got Lily a booster, instead of a carseat, and needless to say, she totally loves it.  I might have been more excited about it than she was at first.  You know, that whole, i never got anything cool when I was little so my kids will story.  We got it at Target for anyone who likes it.  Oh, and by the way, it's a PRINCESS booster.  I had to totally twist Johns arm to get it.  He said it wasn't practical because assuming if we had sons, they couldn't use it.  But I won.  ....actually, it was probably Lily that won.  He could see her excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love her smile in this, because if you could see it in a bigger picture, you'd see that you can totally see her gums, which is totally her dads smile.  So that's a bonus for cuteness that she has her dads smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckaa-EpiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Av_0CrOkBaA/s1600-h/100_6792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckaa-EpiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Av_0CrOkBaA/s320/100_6792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675130039510562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot if it.  It has crowns and says princess all over it.  Notice the TWO cup holders.  One for a drink, and one for a snack.  Lily had to take a snack with her everywhere we went for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckb17kHMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eMtVyv2h_ro/s1600-h/100_6793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckb17kHMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eMtVyv2h_ro/s320/100_6793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675154456616130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of the headrest.  Lily keeps asking, 'what does that say?"  and then after I tell her she says, 'yup, cause that's what I am very important princess'.  What a diva.  Maybe we shouldn't have encouraged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckcXoN8YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/p_xEjS6QJRs/s1600-h/100_6743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckcXoN8YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/p_xEjS6QJRs/s320/100_6743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675163502276994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun here's a VERY cute shot of her in my veil.  I was cleaning out the closet the other day and she saw my dress, so I got it out and showed it to her, she wanted to wear it.  So I compromised and let her wear the veil.  I had tears watching her look at herself.  Before long she'll be getting married for reals. ....sniff sniff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2562295190545124695?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2562295190545124695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2562295190545124695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2562295190545124695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2562295190545124695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/pink-as-princess.html' title='Pink as a Princess'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SFckZ0bvVAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0hohIxEgiW0/s72-c/100_6795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5810638528420357093</id><published>2008-06-10T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:47:23.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Kindness...</title><content type='html'>So, I have to write about my day so far because people, strangers keep doing nice things for me.  And I am feeling very appreciative.  So this morning, I take both kids by myself grocery shopping to buy the stuff I have coupons for.  We get to go to TWO different stores.  This might not sound bad to most people, but with Izzy grouchy and crying, and Lily talking, it's impossible to find just the right things for my coupons.  And did I mention that my back hurt?  So standing in line at the first store that we were at, I dropped a coupon, hurting back holding Izzy.  And the lady in front of me paying picked it up for me.  Not a big deal, but yes a big deal for me holding a baby and my back hurting.  It made me feel special. &lt;br /&gt;And then today at the gym, I didn't work out (my back) so I put Izzy in the daycare, and me and Lily went swimming.  And after we were done, we were sitting there in our towels and then Lily started freaking out, there was an ant in her swimsuit biting her!  Not a huge one, or a tiny one, but a medium sized one.  And she has little welts all over her chest and it was so sad.  And one mom my us went and got us ice, and anther mom gave Lily an Oreo so she'd stop crying.  It has just been a good day with all these people doing little things to make my day easier, this usually doesn't happen, so it was a big deal to me. &lt;br /&gt;So after the ant incident, I vow to be nicer to other people's kids.  That might sound bad.  I'm not mean to them, by any means.  But alot of the time when other peoples kids talk to me or anything, I talk back nice, but I'm thinking 'go away and leave me alone' the only reason I think this is because if they are talking to me, Lily is not, and that is a rare moment and I just want peace.  So since I had alot of people help my child with kindness today,  I will be nicer, in my head, and not so annoyed when I have to deal with other kids. ....I hope that doesn't make me sound mean...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5810638528420357093?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5810638528420357093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5810638528420357093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5810638528420357093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5810638528420357093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-kindness.html' title='A Day of Kindness...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3804758013291403800</id><published>2008-06-07T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:16:30.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Hope!</title><content type='html'>So, today we found out that our duplex neighbors are moving!   Their apt. is available to rent on July 1, so this is our last month with loud music (HOPEFULLY).  We are glad they are moving, but kinda nervous that we might get someone who will be loud at night, which would be worse than what they do.  We rent from a real estate place, who has a website, so I sent the link for the duplex to the RS pres in my ward, hoping she could help someone who is looking for a place, which would help us find someone who might be a good neighbor.  We also found out that they pay $200 more a month for an extra bedroom.  Isn't that stupid?  $200 more dollars.  Anyway, I'll update you on our neighbor situation when we get the new ones.  I hope that they aren't as loud as our current ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-3804758013291403800?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3804758013291403800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3804758013291403800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3804758013291403800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3804758013291403800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-hope.html' title='There is Hope!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-490000333881616097</id><published>2008-06-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:48:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING:  This is a negative venting post...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm TRYING to vent to John, IM'ing about our stupid duplex neighbors, but he is making me mad about it, so I will vent on here to GIRLS who understand my point of view..&lt;br /&gt;So, we live in a duplex because flagstaff is so STUPID expensive, we kinda have to.  When we moved in, Isabel was about 5 months old and had a hard time sleeping at night (go figure).  And she slept in our room, in her pack and play, and Lily slept in her room, in her bed.  Well, obviously, Izzy would cry at night, what baby doesn't?  And me and John would be doing our best trying to keep her quiet feeling so frustrated, and then the neighbors would knock on the wall.  And we were clearly not just letting her cry it out, but trying to get her to stop.  So eventually, we moved poor Lily out of her room, to sleep in our room on a mattress, so that Izzy could have her own room, not on a shared wall at night.  We are still in that sleeping situation. &lt;br /&gt;Another time, Lily is in the bathroom and I am washing her hair, she doesn't like this.  So she is, surprise surprise, crying.  So while she's crying and I'm trying to hurry up and get her done, the neighbors knock on the wall!  Are you freaking kidding me that my kids can't get upset and throw tantrums without you knocking, scratch that  BANGING on the wall? &lt;br /&gt;Okay, so to the part that makes me feel so mad.  ...  When they bang on the wall, every time, it's been because of our kids.  We can't control that.  We can't flip a switch that controls our children's VOLUME level.  (foreshadowing here)  We can't help it that our children have emotions that are sometimes loud.  Oh, and for the record they also have small children who I hear throwing tantrums, but do I knock? No.  Am I tempted to be a jerk back and knock, yes. &lt;br /&gt;So every morning for a few hours, and every afternoon for a few hours the neighbors play music.  I totally understand that I may be able to hear their music to a certain degree since we do share most walls.  But what I don't understand is this:  MY WALLS ARE RATTLING RIGHT NOW!  YES!  RATTLING!!  SO here is where I start angrily venting...How dare you knock on my walls when my kids are throwing tantrums, which I cannot control and am TRYING to stop, when you are WILLINGLY and in FULL CONTROL of making our walls rattle?  And YES, I have waited until in between songs and pounded on their walls twice, forgive me for not wanting them to wake up my kids, when they've already ruined my nap after a hard workout.  And yes, on both days that I did that, I felt bad, like it was ME who did something wrong by knocking on their walls so that mine aren't rattling.  I'm sorry to vent on here, but it just makes me so mad a frustrated that we have to put up with this crap.  And it also makes me so mad and frustrated that we are actually making a really good amount of money right now, but living in flagstaff, it is NOT a good amount of money, so we have to live in a duplex in the ghetto.  AHH!!! &lt;br /&gt;So that is my vent, I will be done now.  John and I are going to write a note to the neighbors to ask them to please not be stupid morons, I mean, no, that's about right.  I hate feeling frustrated!  Oh, and I'm not going to read through this b4 I post to check for errors, so sorry if this is jumbled and retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-490000333881616097?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/490000333881616097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=490000333881616097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/490000333881616097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/490000333881616097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/06/warning-this-is-negative-venting-post.html' title='WARNING:  This is a negative venting post...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6952174216171130646</id><published>2008-05-30T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:10:39.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBuubRgxI/AAAAAAAAALo/nxCwyacauBw/s1600-h/100_6709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBuubRgxI/AAAAAAAAALo/nxCwyacauBw/s320/100_6709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206233440232506130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me first start this post off by saying that I LOVE having two girls, I might not when they are teenagers (nervous laugh)  But for now, while they are both young and mostly sweet, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not posing for this picture, I caught them in the act of being sweeties!  I love Lily's roughness since she just woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBu-bRgyI/AAAAAAAAALw/Sfz71-Ei-3A/s1600-h/100_6747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBu-bRgyI/AAAAAAAAALw/Sfz71-Ei-3A/s320/100_6747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206233444527473442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another capture of them being cute sweeties, and Lily once again in her pj's.  We get dressed everyday, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBvebRgzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZXQWucJ_3n0/s1600-h/100_6749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBvebRgzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZXQWucJ_3n0/s320/100_6749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206233453117408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cute bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBx-bRg0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wFKfspkAq3Y/s1600-h/100_6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBx-bRg0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wFKfspkAq3Y/s320/100_6751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206233496067081026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture because Isabel is being so big.  In case you can't see it, she is actually combing Lily's hair.  Is that cute or what? Lily is so amazingly patient with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBByebRg1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/rf1QN6L6kYo/s1600-h/100_6766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBByebRg1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/rf1QN6L6kYo/s320/100_6766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206233504657015634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel's new favorite thing to do is play the piano.  Especially when Lily is playing.  It's cute how she can barely reach.  She'll play for a minute, then stop and clap for herself.  It's cute to see how she does things like Lily, and you can tell by her expression that she thinks she is just big stuff.  It's so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6952174216171130646?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6952174216171130646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6952174216171130646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6952174216171130646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6952174216171130646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-sisters.html' title='Sweet Sisters'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SEBBuubRgxI/AAAAAAAAALo/nxCwyacauBw/s72-c/100_6709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1922142790813242072</id><published>2008-05-27T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:12:16.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Izzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQv-bRgsI/AAAAAAAAALA/J6uOT4BQHAU/s1600-h/100_6756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQv-bRgsI/AAAAAAAAALA/J6uOT4BQHAU/s320/100_6756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205124054474916546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her face in  this one, like she knows she was caught getting in trouble.  She's into EVERYTHING these days.  It drives us insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQxebRgtI/AAAAAAAAALI/cASKq-FNOcM/s1600-h/100_6819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQxebRgtI/AAAAAAAAALI/cASKq-FNOcM/s320/100_6819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205124080244720338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new favorite spot!  Trying to get into the wipes I might add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQxubRguI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kO9JgbMtQ0Q/s1600-h/100_6701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQxubRguI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kO9JgbMtQ0Q/s320/100_6701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205124084539687650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John telecommutes on Tuesday's.  Isabel found him, and was standing there hollering at him and trying to get him to come get her.  It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQx-bRgvI/AAAAAAAAALY/f7vL7Evw9Mc/s1600-h/100_6730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQx-bRgvI/AAAAAAAAALY/f7vL7Evw9Mc/s320/100_6730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205124088834654962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put this one in cause it was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQyObRgwI/AAAAAAAAALg/WdHKXk_M6mg/s1600-h/100_6760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQyObRgwI/AAAAAAAAALg/WdHKXk_M6mg/s320/100_6760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205124093129622274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like a PRO at walking now, she is trying to run even!  She's such a trouble maker, we can't believe it.  It's a good thing she's so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-1922142790813242072?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1922142790813242072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=1922142790813242072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1922142790813242072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1922142790813242072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-izzy.html' title='Our Izzy'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDxQv-bRgsI/AAAAAAAAALA/J6uOT4BQHAU/s72-c/100_6756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6555134619466796169</id><published>2008-05-27T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:15:05.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's Dream</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who don't know, Lily is unfortunately sleeping in her room right now on her mattress, so that Isabel can be by herself and learn to sleep good.  So this morning, I am kinda starting to wake up, and Lily is still in bed, and I hear her talking in her sleep.  She's saying, "no, don't, I had it first, don't take it"  and she sounded very upset and distraught.  And I wondered what she was so upset about.  And then she says, "Don't eat it, don't eat my tootsie roll mom!" .  I thought it was pretty stinking funny that she was having a bad dream about me eating her tootsie roll!  Where does she come up with that stuff?  I think it's sweet that the bad dreams of a 2 year old consist of someone eating her tootsie roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6555134619466796169?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6555134619466796169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6555134619466796169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6555134619466796169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6555134619466796169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/05/lilys-dream.html' title='Lily&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4154101427497356033</id><published>2008-05-22T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:14:35.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9X-bRgoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iQYo5oOpdbA/s1600-h/100_6805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9X-bRgoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iQYo5oOpdbA/s320/100_6805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343532832686722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lily and her favorite 'puppy dog'.  She is so obsessed with him and talks about him and plays with him all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9YubRgpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H2Epjhujkk8/s1600-h/100_6807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9YubRgpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H2Epjhujkk8/s320/100_6807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343545717588626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lily with her big smile.  She totally has her dad's smile, it's so cute to see him in my kids.  She is definitely a daddy's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9Y-bRgqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B22k7rESHb4/s1600-h/100_6808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9Y-bRgqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B22k7rESHb4/s320/100_6808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343550012555938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being cute.  Don't you love her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9ZObRgrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dOWT7EsWpSU/s1600-h/100_6811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9ZObRgrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dOWT7EsWpSU/s320/100_6811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203343554307523250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A cute picture of her laughing.  She is such a sweet girl...when she wants to be of course!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4154101427497356033?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4154101427497356033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4154101427497356033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4154101427497356033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4154101427497356033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-lily.html' title='Beautiful Lily'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SDX9X-bRgoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iQYo5oOpdbA/s72-c/100_6805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8976611225188902495</id><published>2008-05-22T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:21:59.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with your stimulus money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carcentral.com/images/cars/images100/DODGE/GRAND%20CARAVAN/2007/5FW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.carcentral.com/images/cars/images100/DODGE/GRAND%20CARAVAN/2007/5FW.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crappy picture, I know.  This is a pic of my van, same color and everything.  The brakes randomly started grinding the other day, so we took it in.  We got the brakes fixed and our 90,000 mile check up.  The check up itself is like $300, but we were fine with that , cause we had it.  But our breaks...oh our breaks.  We had to get new calibers ? rotors? brake pads, and other...crap.   The grand total...1023.14.  YA, SUX.  But at the same time, we had just gotten our economy stimulus money, so we had it.  We were planning on getting food storage among other responsible ways to spend that money, but it looks like our van heard about the money and decided to be selfish about it.  Oh well.  I supposed it's a blessing that we had that money, it's not like we had to work for it...but still. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post cute pics. of the kids soon, so check back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8976611225188902495?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8976611225188902495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8976611225188902495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8976611225188902495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8976611225188902495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-to-do-with-your-stimulus-money.html' title='What to do with your stimulus money?'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3293897761786141461</id><published>2008-05-02T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:46:12.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Irish Chain Quilt</title><content type='html'>My brother is getting married in 2 weeks, so I decided to make him and his wife a quilt.  It had been quite a while since I'd made one, so it was really fun.  We actually had to take our couch out of the living room and prop it on the kitchen counter so that I could get it on stands.  That's how small our house is.  The first pic. is the my kiddo's, yes, all 3 having fun while I was doing it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBt89fnrkJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-Uga2IGiZ_M/s1600-h/100_6789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBt89fnrkJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-Uga2IGiZ_M/s400/100_6789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195883991003795602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBt8q_nrkHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_6uaBeYGN1Q/s1600-h/100_6785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBt8q_nrkHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_6uaBeYGN1Q/s400/100_6785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195883673176215666" border="0" 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3293897761786141461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3293897761786141461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/05/double-irish-chain-quilt.html' title='Double Irish Chain Quilt'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBt89fnrkJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-Uga2IGiZ_M/s72-c/100_6789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7631019008160762701</id><published>2008-04-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:27:58.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy getting to big</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83653db098007367" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83653db098007367%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330381109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A3895CABB7347AC0938DD13BD1A9103CA8247E.5F75CDBB6DA01CBF9284F52132C50D1CA24A8959%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83653db098007367%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D74icrlajKkuMy5xFvBUJoqu3Cos&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83653db098007367%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330381109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A3895CABB7347AC0938DD13BD1A9103CA8247E.5F75CDBB6DA01CBF9284F52132C50D1CA24A8959%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83653db098007367%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D74icrlajKkuMy5xFvBUJoqu3Cos&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of John trying to catch Izzy walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f106283a71992f3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df106283a71992f3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330381109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A58B6D78238CD49E2936ADCECE55302684AF33C.5CB8FCBB863CBA908CB7DE0BF30DE864470EB5EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df106283a71992f3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOZiQXpJwXEzPLHJsdB7OwJ93eyk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df106283a71992f3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330381109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A58B6D78238CD49E2936ADCECE55302684AF33C.5CB8FCBB863CBA908CB7DE0BF30DE864470EB5EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df106283a71992f3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOZiQXpJwXEzPLHJsdB7OwJ93eyk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of Lily actually being in a cooperative mood and singing some songs at dinner.  Very cute if I do say so myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7631019008160762701?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=83653db098007367&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f106283a71992f3b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7631019008160762701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7631019008160762701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7631019008160762701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7631019008160762701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/izzy-getting-to-big.html' title='Izzy getting to big'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1827123629655937773</id><published>2008-04-26T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:14:19.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQKpvnrkEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ObXC9ExIMAo/s1600-h/100_6458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQKpvnrkEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ObXC9ExIMAo/s320/100_6458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193787982538838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Izzy eating an orange.  Surprisingly she loves lemons, and doesn't make a face, just asks for more.  But when we gave her some orange, this was her reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQKp_nrkFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7Wm5hyDUzzo/s1600-h/100_6461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQKp_nrkFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7Wm5hyDUzzo/s320/100_6461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193787986833805394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot was so funny! She knew I was taking pictures, because she was eating the orange.  And then I said, "Izzy say cheese!"  And she did this.  Such a funny cheesy face.  She's such a little goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQKqPnrkGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/r09SCj9bQcw/s1600-h/100_6575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQKqPnrkGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/r09SCj9bQcw/s320/100_6575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193787991128772706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise she doesn't look like this all the time.  haha.  John and Lily had been practicing cross eyes.  She's gotten the hang of it as you can see.  She's a fast learner.  I barely learned how to cross my eyes like 3 years ago when I had a newborn, and one day I was rocking her and  I was so tired, the actually crossed on my own, then I figured out how to do it myself. True story!  Lily is smarter than me! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-1827123629655937773?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1827123629655937773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=1827123629655937773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1827123629655937773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1827123629655937773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-faces.html' title='Funny Faces'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQKpvnrkEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ObXC9ExIMAo/s72-c/100_6458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6493550121123085957</id><published>2008-04-26T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:07:12.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI6fnrkAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_QQAop__A68/s1600-h/100_6646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI6fnrkAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_QQAop__A68/s320/100_6646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193786071278391298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures from our Easter photo shoot that didn't quite turn out. John took the pics, I tried to make the kids behave. Let's just say, we didn't send out Easter pics this year. Here are a few of our attempts though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy looks so sweet in this one now that it's edited, I'm almost wishing we did send some out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI6_nrkBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4w15eQ_pCiQ/s1600-h/100_6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI6_nrkBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4w15eQ_pCiQ/s320/100_6665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193786079868325906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was taking this picture, and John was acting ridiculous to get a smile out of "Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI7fnrkCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/U8mTPJlOS9E/s1600-h/100_6674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI7fnrkCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/U8mTPJlOS9E/s320/100_6674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193786088458260514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best group one we could get.  About half of the shots of both of them was lily desperately holding on to isabel for dear life trying to get her to stay in the shot, while isabel was just as desperately  trying to get away...I should post one of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI7vnrkDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gWmIVC5pZis/s1600-h/100_6690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI7vnrkDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gWmIVC5pZis/s320/100_6690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193786092753227826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite group one, showing how they love each other..they are so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6493550121123085957?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6493550121123085957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6493550121123085957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6493550121123085957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6493550121123085957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-photo-shoot.html' title='Easter Photo Shoot'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SBQI6fnrkAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_QQAop__A68/s72-c/100_6646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7153257304159562931</id><published>2008-04-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:11:37.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin Shin Splints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_small/0511-0703-0518-2346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_small/0511-0703-0518-2346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the few that read my blog know that I am desperately trying to lose my many many lbs of baby fat that I accumulated with Izzy.  But now I am suffering, and I mean suffering from shin splints so I am going to have to take a running hiatus, and I am REALLY sad about it.  But for reals, I am in pain, and I thought shin splints were something that you could just push past, but I googled it, and I am wrong.  It says that you have to rest your legs, and even ICE your shins for them to heal.  My right one hurts so bad that if you put pressure on it  just from your finger, it hurts and feels like a bruise, and Lily kicked it today, and I thought I was going to die.  And my left shin keeps getting shooting pains up it.  So I am sad.  I've lost 5 lbs since I've joined the gym, and I seriously have like 40 to go, dumb shin splints ruining my life!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any advice about this matter PLEASE enlighten me so I can get back to my normal routine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7153257304159562931?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7153257304159562931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7153257304159562931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7153257304159562931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7153257304159562931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/friggin-shin-splints.html' title='Friggin Shin Splints'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5336201968082205151</id><published>2008-04-20T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:30:48.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily says.....</title><content type='html'>This morning was MY morning to sleep in.  But JOHN was being a butt about it and not getting up.  So after an hour of watching morning cartoons, Lily comes in and says she's hungry.  John mumbles, "okay Lily, just a minute and I'll get you some breakfast".  But he doesn't move.  So then she starts crying.  And I say, "Lily what's wrong?"  And Lily says, "I'm crying because I don't have any energy!  I'm so hungry and I don't have energy.  See.."  and then she tries to get up but can't so flops back down to the ground.  Long story short, John eventually got up, but then so did I because he let Lily wake me up.  That's okay though.   I think it was worth it, to see Lily's drama.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;Just now she also said, "it's so great to have a baby around", talking about Izzy.  She's sweet. &lt;br /&gt;Today was Stake Conference, and our kids were so hard to manage, and both were so whiny and irritating that me and John have decided to never to go Stake Conference again.  Talk about not worth it.  I didn't hear a single talk, neither did John.  We both left so pissed of, we were worse off for going than if we had stayed home.  Sounds bad, but it was...trust me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5336201968082205151?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5336201968082205151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5336201968082205151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5336201968082205151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5336201968082205151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/lily-says.html' title='Lily says.....'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5123005120596302112</id><published>2008-04-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:49:31.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The History Tag...</title><content type='html'>I saw this on someone's blog and thought that it would be cool to do so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HISTORY TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was 6, in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;2. Just had a new baby brother born&lt;br /&gt;3. Lived in Daley Estates and played with Gina all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was 16, just got my license so I could LEGALLY drive&lt;br /&gt;2. Was best friends with Jennifer Agee&lt;br /&gt;3. Was kinda depressed and going through a really really hard time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was 21, didn't have kids yet&lt;br /&gt;2. Lived in Cedar City Utah and wasn't sure if I liked it yet or not&lt;br /&gt;3. Was recovering from a miscarriage actually, now that I think of it.  And trying to get pregnant again.  That is sad.  :(  Talk about going through a hard time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was getting ready to have my first child, having carpel tunnel syndrome and heartburn.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hmm..this is harder than I thought...I weighted about 20-30 lbs less from throwing up all the time from morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;3. Went on walks everyday with my dogs, that was before I had kids...now they are fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was getting ready to have my SECOND child, having heartburn, no carpel tunnel this time, fatter this time though.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lived in Cedar City, UT and was definitely sure I loved it by now&lt;br /&gt;3. Was packing and getting ready to move, and not happy about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year I...&lt;br /&gt;1. have joined a gym&lt;br /&gt;2. have made a very fancy difficult quilt (pics to be posted later)&lt;br /&gt;3. have gone on only 2 dates with my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I...&lt;br /&gt;1. went to the gym and did pilates (sore back muscles today by the way)&lt;br /&gt;2. took my kids to the park and had a picnic&lt;br /&gt;3. went to WalMart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I...&lt;br /&gt;1. ate lunch at taco bell (after resisting a 2 week craving)&lt;br /&gt;2. machine quilted the above mentioned quilt (contributing to my sore back from pilates)&lt;br /&gt;3. cleaned and cleaned and organized our house.  still trying to fit into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I...&lt;br /&gt;1. will go to stake conference&lt;br /&gt;2. will bind my above mentioned quilt&lt;br /&gt;3. will take my dogs on a walk (hopefully if this wind quits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next year I shall...&lt;br /&gt;1. NOT get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;2. lose all the weight I need to&lt;br /&gt;3. finish reading the BOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5123005120596302112?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5123005120596302112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5123005120596302112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5123005120596302112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5123005120596302112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/history-tag.html' title='The History Tag...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7382990144318994080</id><published>2008-04-18T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:42:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Legend (1 spoiler)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://deadhours.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://deadhours.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this movie last night and it was awesome.  Will Smith is SUCH an AMAZING actor!  I couldn't believe how he could capture so many emotions with his expression.  It was kinda scary, but worth it.  And there is one part, where his dog, the only living thing he's interacted with in THREE YEARS dies, and I must tell you, I am a dog lover and have two myself, and I was SOOO having UGLY cries when his dog was dying.  It was kinda ridiculous that it hit me that hard for some reason.  I felt bad for John. lol.  It was way good though.  I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7382990144318994080?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7382990144318994080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7382990144318994080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7382990144318994080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7382990144318994080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-legend-1-spoiler.html' title='I Am Legend (1 spoiler)'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8651140843816955398</id><published>2008-04-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:48:24.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SAA-LW8-WAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kN5hxMEl4Fs/s1600-h/100_3955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SAA-LW8-WAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kN5hxMEl4Fs/s320/100_3955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188215135591618562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been wanting to write this post for a few days.  I am so glad that I married someone who has such a complimentary sense of humor to my own.  I'm not sure if we have the exact same sense of humor, of if we just compliment each other, but we have so much fun together.  The other night we laughed and laughed in bed for so long I thought that my dinner was going to come back up, and we both had tears.  John ended up having to leave the room so that we would stop.  It was totally ridiculous, and so much fun.  We were just making jokes about things that aren't even funny and just being ridiculous.  I am glad that I married someone like John who is so fun, and not one of those stick-in-the-mud men!  So here's to laughing and being weird.  I thought that this picture would be a perfect example of the things we do to kill time-my hair on his.  (Just so you know in case you couldn't figure it out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8651140843816955398?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8651140843816955398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8651140843816955398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8651140843816955398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8651140843816955398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sweety.html' title='My Sweety'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/SAA-LW8-WAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kN5hxMEl4Fs/s72-c/100_3955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8463768922181998260</id><published>2008-04-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:39:24.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Lily, &amp; My Sweet Izzy</title><content type='html'>Lily's arm wasn't broken, yay!  For a minute, the x-ray looked like she may have had a hairline fracture, but a second opinion said it was just a groove or something on her bone.  She came home not hurting anymore, so that's good.  It's hard to tell when to take such a dramatic little girl seriously or not.  Oh well, I'm just glad we have insurance, the whole ordeal only cost us $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to tell a sweet little story about Izzy.  She loves to point at things lately, mostly pictures, and then we talk about them.  She points to the pictures of the dogs, and points to the outside door that we open when we go see them.  She points to a picture of herself, and points to her chest.  It's very very cute.  Well, yesterday we were in her room and there is a picture of Jesus in there.  And she pointed to it, so I lifted her up so she could see it, and she was smiling at it with such a bright wide eyed smile.  I couldn't help but think that by the way she was looking at it, she knew who that was a picture of.  And then she did something kind of weird.  She pointed to the picture of Jesus, and then pointed to her bed.  She did it twice.  I told my sister, and she said that maybe the veil is still a little thin for her and she has dreams about her pre-existence and remembers Jesus.  I just thought it was way cool that I was already thinking that she was looking at the picture like she knew Him, and then she did that.  Babies are so special and precious.  Now when I tuck her in at night, and go in her room to help put her back to sleep, I can't help but be extra sweet to her, wondering what she was just experiencing in her sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8463768922181998260?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8463768922181998260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8463768922181998260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8463768922181998260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8463768922181998260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-lily-my-sweet-izzy.html' title='Update on Lily, &amp; My Sweet Izzy'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5049168478090783476</id><published>2008-04-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:12:31.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If This Isn't Somehow April Fools, Then It is Hell!</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me go ahead and tell you about my life since THURSDAY.  Thursday, 10:00pm.  I am about to climb into bed, here comes John, "Izzy threw up".  ARG.  So I stay up until 1am changing towels in her bed and holding her while she pukes and pukes and pukes.  At 1 john sends me to bed and stays up with her ALL night.  Bless his heart.  In the morning I have THREE loads of towels and blankets to wash because that's how many times she threw up all over the place.  So Friday's a little rough as she recovers, diarrhea etc.  Fast forward  to Saturday night.  10:00 pm  JOHN starts throwing up.  CRAP. I go to bed envisioning my body killing all and any sick cells that I might have captured and fall asleep convincing myself that I have paid my dues to the throw up  gods with morning sickness.  2:30 am, I wake up to feed Isabel, feeling a little shaky, but I'm not sick I tell myself.  Then in the middle of feeding her my stomach goes "squish"  BIG squish.  I think crap.  By the time I am done feeding Isabel, I go get the 'squish' out of my stomach if you know what I mean, and then a few minutes later, the throwing up begins.  At 4:00 am, Lily joins me in bed to bask in the puke fest.  So long story kinda short, John throws up for 8 hrs, I throw up for 12 hrs, Lily throws up for 11 hrs, and Isabel is still kinda having diarrhea.  We were so sick that my mom drove 5 hrs to take care of us on Sunday.  Bless her heart.  She came and cleaned, and held kids, and got jello and ck soup for us.  Everyone is better but me.  Nursing and being this sick is HARD.  I think right now anything I eat or drink goes straight to making milk for my baby.  So I am recovering very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;THE ICING ON THE CAKE IS......bum ba da da.....&lt;br /&gt;Lily and John are at Insta -Care right now, cause we think Lily might have broken her arm.  It's like really?  I JUST stopped throwing up man.  We were just playing, not to rough because I don't feel good still.  And I was kinda tickling her, just playing, and all of the sudden she was laying on my lap, on top of her arm, and crying.  It is so random because we weren't being rough AT ALL.  She won't move it, we can't even trick her into moving it.  After about 20 min of crying, she threw up.  Ya, I know.  Did she throw up because of the pain? Or because she was freaking out so bad?  We just don't know.  So I'm here, ridden with anxiety, putting Izzy to bed, wishing I could be there with Lily, but I can't.  I hope she didn't break it.  I'm so sad for her.  This is just a ridiculous stroke of bad luck.  So.....April fools?  I SOOOO WISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5049168478090783476?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5049168478090783476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5049168478090783476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5049168478090783476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5049168478090783476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-this-isnt-somehow-april-fools-then.html' title='If This Isn&apos;t Somehow April Fools, Then It is Hell!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3405791379454605270</id><published>2008-04-08T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:14:35.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How We All Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcatQSyRK6c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcatQSyRK6c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;John found this and told me to post it.  It's pretty funny.  This is definitely how Lost makes us feel every time we watch it!  I love how every time Sawer says it, it's all dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-3405791379454605270?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3405791379454605270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3405791379454605270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3405791379454605270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3405791379454605270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='How We All Feel'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3005003157893514929</id><published>2008-03-20T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:02:24.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Kids Ever! Volume II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXcWIhoUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fXPwwpbiTuA/s1600-h/100_6370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXcWIhoUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fXPwwpbiTuA/s320/100_6370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179869034662961474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the cutest girls I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXc2IhoVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ed9kN5rjB0k/s1600-h/100_6376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXc2IhoVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ed9kN5rjB0k/s320/100_6376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179869043252896082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily in an action shot!  She's so wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXdGIhoWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SL-i1INY1Yo/s1600-h/100_6399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXdGIhoWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SL-i1INY1Yo/s320/100_6399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179869047547863394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy making a cute little face while her and Lily play in her crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXdWIhoXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EkJACEDqcPQ/s1600-h/100_6412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXdWIhoXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EkJACEDqcPQ/s320/100_6412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179869051842830706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily with her play dough masterpiece that her and her dad made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXdmIhoYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_0-8LCvKZg4/s1600-h/100_6417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXdmIhoYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_0-8LCvKZg4/s320/100_6417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179869056137798018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily in her Princess gear that she wears ALL the time.  She got it from her Grandma Darlene for Christmas.  Too bad you can't see the fluffy princess shoes as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-3005003157893514929?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3005003157893514929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3005003157893514929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3005003157893514929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3005003157893514929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/cutest-kids-ever-volume-ii.html' title='Cutest Kids Ever! Volume II'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KXcWIhoUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fXPwwpbiTuA/s72-c/100_6370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4022829285493117745</id><published>2008-03-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:54:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Kids Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWLGIhoPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AhiQ-sQqFZY/s1600-h/100_6279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWLGIhoPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AhiQ-sQqFZY/s320/100_6279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867638798590194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LAST picture of them playing in a box while I unpack- I PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWL2IhoQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yT7afHCCgMc/s1600-h/100_6300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWL2IhoQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yT7afHCCgMc/s320/100_6300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867651683492098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily giving Izzy her bath. Such a big helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWMGIhoRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MEI5vj2KXH8/s1600-h/100_6331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWMGIhoRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MEI5vj2KXH8/s320/100_6331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867655978459410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's cuter?  The cheeks? The eyes? Or the lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWMWIhoSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7SIxmsgB6Wk/s1600-h/100_6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWMWIhoSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7SIxmsgB6Wk/s320/100_6354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867660273426722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks so sweet and innocent doesn't she? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWMmIhoTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OTQUJKOuX_o/s1600-h/100_6368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWMmIhoTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OTQUJKOuX_o/s320/100_6368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867664568394034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the true Lily!  Lol. She poses so cute in all her pictures with her dad, but always makes sour faces in the ones with her mom!  She's such a daddy's girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4022829285493117745?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4022829285493117745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4022829285493117745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4022829285493117745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4022829285493117745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/cutest-kids-ever.html' title='Cutest Kids Ever!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R-KWLGIhoPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AhiQ-sQqFZY/s72-c/100_6279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3432144153760716672</id><published>2008-03-15T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:29:45.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged....Rachel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 Jobs I have had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. El Charro, Thatcher, AZ&lt;br /&gt;2. La Fiesta, Cedar City, UT&lt;br /&gt;3. Another restaurant in Cedar...I can't think of it's name....what is wrong with me??  What the heck!  That's gonna drive me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;4. Lily and Isabel's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Movies I watch over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to lose a guy in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;3. Goldmember&lt;br /&gt;4. Mulan (not by choice...Lily!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places I have lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thatcher, AZ&lt;br /&gt;2. Cedar City, UT&lt;br /&gt;3. My first Flagstaff house&lt;br /&gt;4. My current Flagstaff house&lt;br /&gt;(I don't move around much I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 TV shows I watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Lost&lt;br /&gt;2. Battlestar Galactica&lt;br /&gt;3. Oprah&lt;br /&gt;4. Dr. Phill&lt;br /&gt;(of course I watch #3 and 4, my kids are napping, do u think I'm going to be productive?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rocky Point, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;2. Catalina Island&lt;br /&gt;3. Disney Land&lt;br /&gt;4. to the bathroom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 People who email me regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. Kate&lt;br /&gt;3. Maddie&lt;br /&gt;4. Milt (my FIL with looooots of forwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Favorite things to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;2. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;3. Fresh Fruit&lt;br /&gt;4. Veggies and Dip&lt;br /&gt;Like how I balanced that out?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places I would rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In my house a few hours from now...clean!&lt;br /&gt;2. On a date with John.  Red Lobster anyone?&lt;br /&gt;3. Soaking in the hottub in the gym after a sweet workout.&lt;br /&gt;4. On a vacation at the beach...BEFORE I gained my baby weight mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 Things I look forward to this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reaching my goal weight. &lt;br /&gt;2. Weaning Isabel at 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;3. My brothers wedding May 17 to a really cool girl!&lt;br /&gt;4. Reaching my goal weight. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 People to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.  I don't mind being tagged, but I don't think that 4 people even read this blog.  If you are someone who does, and think that this would be cool to do...then do it already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-3432144153760716672?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3432144153760716672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3432144153760716672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3432144153760716672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3432144153760716672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-taggedrachel.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged....Rachel!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8856474030619300356</id><published>2008-03-03T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:12:28.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusion Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Just now Lily said, "I want to play fusion frenzy with dad."  A video game, one I approve of...since I HAVE to approve of a video game for my child with John around.  No rocket launchers in that one.  (as i previously posted about rocket launchers)  But I might add, that for part of my influence...while she is waiting for john to play this 'fusion frenzy' game, she is looking through the Ensign pointing out Jesus.  So don't judge me for video games....I'm doing SOMETHING right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8856474030619300356?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8856474030619300356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8856474030619300356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8856474030619300356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8856474030619300356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/fusion-frenzy.html' title='Fusion Frenzy'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2449713026658668216</id><published>2008-03-02T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:51:07.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way to Skinny....I Hope</title><content type='html'>So...after EIGHT months of really really wanting to join the gym, we got out tax return back, and I finally got to join a gym with daycare!   I am so pumped.  I've been everyday that I've been a member (all two days)  and i'm already feeling so much better, moodwise.  And it's funny, but even like one workout makes me feel skinnier even though I know I'm not, it's good for moral.  Did you know it takes 11 minutes to burn 100 calories on an eliptical machine.  So next time you want that 100 calorie rice krispie treat, just for fun...think to yourself....is it worth 11 minutes on the eliptical?  No my friend! NO!  I have 40 sweet pounds to lose...that's right 40!  GASP!  So no more future rice krispie treats for me...I will work on PAST rice krispie treats first.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2449713026658668216?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2449713026658668216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2449713026658668216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2449713026658668216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2449713026658668216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-my-way-to-skinnyi-hope.html' title='On My Way to Skinny....I Hope'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4490569396469560423</id><published>2008-02-25T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:20:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Post PIcs...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFsM8H7TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/23x7Y1LpKpc/s1600-h/100_5922.JPG"&gt;I haven't posted pics in forever!  Hey! Why is this underlined ?  I can't get it off.  What the heck.  Anyway.  Here are some pictures, they aren't the most recent, but they are cute.  I am in the process of editing red eye/cropping the most recent ones.  I will post soon.  &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFsM8H7TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/23x7Y1LpKpc/s320/100_5922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170983054097247538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy and Lily playing with their "long hair"  Hey, it's not underlined anymore.  What the??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFss8H7UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9pbo6xDYVLs/s1600-h/100_6009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFss8H7UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9pbo6xDYVLs/s320/100_6009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170983062687182146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily playing in the snow with her Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFtc8H7VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SEiFGFB4fPk/s1600-h/100_6025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFtc8H7VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SEiFGFB4fPk/s320/100_6025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170983075572084050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing in a box while mom unpacks.  I like how sweetly Lily is holding Isabel's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFt88H7WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZE6mO44fwi8/s1600-h/100_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFt88H7WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZE6mO44fwi8/s320/100_6050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170983084162018658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily looking so cute and grown up in front of the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFuM8H7XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EbcwuwhDeqY/s1600-h/100_5681-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFuM8H7XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EbcwuwhDeqY/s320/100_5681-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170983088456985970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy's Christmas picture, that we didn't ever send out in cards cause we were just moving.  We couldn't get a very good one of Lily, so I won't post her Christmas Card picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't my kids so cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4490569396469560423?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4490569396469560423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4490569396469560423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4490569396469560423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4490569396469560423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/trying-to-post-picsagain.html' title='Trying to Post PIcs...Again'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R8MFsM8H7TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/23x7Y1LpKpc/s72-c/100_5922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6858888487372101774</id><published>2008-02-21T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:03:51.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck is your deal blog??</title><content type='html'>I just spent like 10 min trying to post pics, first blogger messed up when i was uploading pics, so i had to start that all over again, and then they pics uploaded the second time, but after i made little comments on all of them, it wouldn't publish them.  So now I am seeing if this will work, but what am i thinking?  of course it will, because I only put 2 min time into this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6858888487372101774?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6858888487372101774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6858888487372101774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6858888487372101774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6858888487372101774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-heck-is-your-deal-blog.html' title='What the heck is your deal blog??'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8683185489241907519</id><published>2008-02-19T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:41:44.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Lily Says</title><content type='html'>I just feel  like this picture shows Lily in her true form.  Here are some thing's she's been saying lately...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R7sFXc8H7NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Hca7nSyrR8M/s1600-h/100_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R7sFXc8H7NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Hca7nSyrR8M/s200/100_5859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168730897801276626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we were going into walmart, and there was a flag, and the wind wasn't blowing at all, and she says, "the flag popped mom"  I guess since the wind wasn't blowing and it was just hanging there, she thought it looked like it had 'popped' like a balloon, what's funny is that she was right, it did look like that.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday also, I was making lunch, and she was sitting there, and she says, "do you like rocket launchers mom?"  And i said "rocketlaunchers"?  "Yes, rocketlaunchers"  I said, "Sure, I like rocketlaunchers, Where did u learn about rocketlaunchers? From a video game with dad?  (thinking john is busted for playing a video game like that w/our 2 year old watching)"  And she said, "yeah, with dad, a scary one". So by now John is busted. But when he came home, he had no idea what she was talking about.  And said maybe she heard about them from a boy in nursery, so we asked her if that' where she learned it and she said, "yeah, from Tony"  It was funny though.  "Do you like rocket launchers mom?"&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago she was following me around making me CRAZY!  And I said, " LILY!  Can you please stop following me around and give me some space?"  And she says, "but i just want to be like you mom".  And then I felt like crap for getting mad at her, and I think she could tell that it made me feel bad, cause now she uses that one alot, anytime I need space.  It was very sweet though. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd better go, since Izzy is holding my leg crying.  My Lily is so sweet huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8683185489241907519?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8683185489241907519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8683185489241907519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8683185489241907519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8683185489241907519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-lily-says.html' title='Things Lily Says'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R7sFXc8H7NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Hca7nSyrR8M/s72-c/100_5859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2487206165419109944</id><published>2008-02-19T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:34:04.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Sleeping Solution...</title><content type='html'>So, we have taken Lily out of her beautiful bed, and now she is sleeping in our room on her mattress, so that Izzy can have the ONE room in our house where we don't share a wall so she can cry it out.  I feel bad for Lily of course she doesn't care, cause she's in mom and dads room.  Maybe it's more that I spent countless hours painting her bed, and now she's not even using it.  Isabel has  been sleeping in there for 2 nights now, and what's funny, is that she doesn't even cry that much, she just needs to cry a little...like 10-15 min to go back to sleep in the middle of the night.  After she gets sleeping through the night down, we will put Lily back in and they will officially share a room...we'll see what new issues that brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2487206165419109944?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2487206165419109944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2487206165419109944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2487206165419109944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2487206165419109944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/temporary-sleeping-solution.html' title='Temporary Sleeping Solution...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6598786489800191527</id><published>2008-02-13T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:50:43.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPING ISSUES!!!! HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have so had it with Isabel!  She is a little no sleeper baby!  This has gone on for a while, and I am so fed up with her!  I let her cry it out for her nap, no, this is what I do...I nurse her to get her to go to sleep for her morning nap, softly put her down, and then 5 min. later...crying!  So I just let her cry it out, going in every 15 min. so she doesn't feel abandoned.  Then she sleeps an hour-ish.  Then for her afternoon nap, I do the same nursing routine, then again, crying!  Today she cried for 45 min, and then slept for 45 min!  It's not even worth the crying!  And then she's all fussy and wants a nap after dinner, which I say no to.  But wait, theirs more.  At night, we put her down and let her cry it out.  But after that, from 10pm-8am, we CAN'T let her cry...AT ALL!  We live in a duplex, and if we let he cry for like 5 min, the neighbors unsympathetic knock on the wall!  (yeah, thanks alot neighbors)   I Just don't know what to do, and when she is rested, she's so happy and fun, but when she's not, she follows me around the house and is so fussy and I'm sorry to say it, annoying and drives me insane!  PLEASE, anyone with advice, for baby sleeping, and living in an area where walls are shared at night time, please give me advice!  I am going insane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6598786489800191527?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6598786489800191527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6598786489800191527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6598786489800191527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6598786489800191527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleeping-issues-help.html' title='SLEEPING ISSUES!!!! HELP!!!!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5606068445895041925</id><published>2008-02-06T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:00:17.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Homemade Playdough Ever!</title><content type='html'>Me and Lil made some play dough a while back, and it turned out so nice, and it is lasting forever!  Lily LOVES to play with it, she uses my rolling pin and cookie cutters to make shapes.  Here is the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c. warm water&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. cream of tartar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. salt&lt;br /&gt;food coloring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix everything, adding food coloring last. &lt;br /&gt;Stir over medium heat until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from pan, knead till blended smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun!  I'd highly recommend it for these last stir-crazy, cabin fevered out wintry months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5606068445895041925?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5606068445895041925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5606068445895041925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5606068445895041925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5606068445895041925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-homemade-playdough-ever.html' title='Best Homemade Playdough Ever!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-1923187466685541238</id><published>2008-02-03T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:59:29.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Light at the End of the Tunnel...</title><content type='html'>So, after a weekend of Isabel throwing up on me 3 times due to coughing, I have good news.  Lily is mostly not sick anymore.   One well, 3 to go!  Lily was well enough to go to nursery for the first time this year.  She's the main germ spreader with her hands always in her mouth and finger always up her nose, so maybe if me and john can keep our germs to ourselves, and wipe down everything Izzy puts in her mouth, we will not be sick forever!                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words...we are getting buried in snow this weekend.  Glad I only have to leave the house once a week for church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-1923187466685541238?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1923187466685541238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=1923187466685541238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1923187466685541238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/1923187466685541238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='A Light at the End of the Tunnel...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-3342794333836071971</id><published>2008-01-27T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T07:14:52.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupid Wiggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.livetheatertickets.com/the-wiggles/the-wiggles-pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.livetheatertickets.com/the-wiggles/the-wiggles-pic.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EGH!  Lily is watching The Wiggles right now.  And I hate them.  I can't even stand to be in the same room when they are on.  They make me feel suicidal.  I want to MAKE her turn it to find something else.  But can you forbid your child from watching something just from annoyance?  I hate the purple one the most.  Just look at him.  I want to smack him.  EGH!  What even makes a group of guys get together and say, "hey!  Let's all be gay and make a gay gay stupid kids show?"  John defends them.  But maybe he's just jelous.  hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, their's my opinion on the wiggles if anyone wanted to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-3342794333836071971?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3342794333836071971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=3342794333836071971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3342794333836071971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/3342794333836071971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-wiggles.html' title='The Stupid Wiggles'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8121716648865575252</id><published>2008-01-26T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:27:15.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting This to Gross You Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.organic-city.com/apple.jpg/apple-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.organic-city.com/apple.jpg/apple-full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this month, our family has been sick, almost constantly.  Both girls have has eye infections.  Lily has had an eye infection (her first at 2 1/2 years).  John has been on antibiotics as well.  My back went out so bad that he had to take 3 days off of work because I couldn't pick Izzy up off the ground.  (unfortunately, it chronically goes out that bad).  Anyway, that is just a line up for my next story.  Last night, Lily was sick...again.  Her fever was 102.8.   I was like, you've gotta be kidding me.  We haven't even gone to church this year because of illness.  So we put her to bed and her coughing is worse than normal.  (she's had a cough allllll month)  So after like an hour of not sleeping...she throws up, just a little bit, no biggie. So I get her up and give her a cough drop.  Put her back to bed, and then like half an hour later, she is freeking out calling me that she needs help.  I run in and she has throw up...alot.  And all she had for dinner was an apple.  (hence the picture.)   She was laying on her back, and had chunky thick apple throw up, all in her hair, all over her pillow (and this is the part to gross you out)...and in her mouth.  She had a mouthful of it that was so thick, it didn't come out on it's own, and she didn't know what to do with it.  (pause so i can gag)  It was so gross.  And being a puking professional, I really felt for her.  It reminded me of my worse pregnant throw up.  NEVER I REPEAT NEVER eat granola if their is the slightest chance you will throw up.  Seriously.  So she had a bath and finally went to sleep...3 hours after she went to bed.  Poor Girl.  It was rough.  Let me say I am grateful all she ate for dinner was an apple, because it wasn't that smelly cleaning up.  Glad to have grossed you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8121716648865575252?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8121716648865575252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8121716648865575252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8121716648865575252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8121716648865575252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/posting-this-to-gross-you-out.html' title='Posting This to Gross You Out...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2095615413637376479</id><published>2008-01-25T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:09:40.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Years Old</title><content type='html'>In December, John's Grandma turned 100 years old.  We had a smoking good time at her party.  Here are some pictures of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R5qVxb2TZRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5hJBmQNhDp0/s1600-h/100_5810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R5qVxb2TZRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5hJBmQNhDp0/s320/100_5810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159600999627973906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Here's John and the Birthday Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R5qVx72TZSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tzs7GLXEd20/s1600-h/100_5849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R5qVx72TZSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tzs7GLXEd20/s320/100_5849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159601008217908514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       John with his siblings.  He's the middle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R5qVyL2TZTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B8QwiaDqMWs/s1600-h/100_5903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R5qVyL2TZTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B8QwiaDqMWs/s320/100_5903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159601012512875826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   Lily and Izzy with just a small portion of her Davies Cousins at the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2095615413637376479?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2095615413637376479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2095615413637376479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2095615413637376479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2095615413637376479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/100-years-old.html' title='100 Years Old'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R5qVxb2TZRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5hJBmQNhDp0/s72-c/100_5810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6092949555662772254</id><published>2007-12-05T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:12:15.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here, after 2 vigirous hours of packing while my kids nap, listening to Michael Buble, eating a protein bar, my back aching.  I have one more room left to pack.  Our bedroom.  Most of it is done, but not done enough.  The moving truck is coming tomorrow evening.  Half of our other house is unpacked.  I cannot WAIT to see this house empty.  It will mean, I am done..packing.  Unpacking can be semi-fun.  I am excited. We will have enough money where I can BUY curtains instead of making them out of dollar fabric.  John said I should make them anyway.  I told him HE should make some then.  Sewing isn't as fun these days to me with 2 young ones.  I want the pretty house, without the work. &lt;br /&gt;Johns grandma had her 100th b-day party this weekend in CA, we went to it, I can't wait to post pics, but will soon, when time allows.  I don't want to live to be that old.  I want to die while most everything is still working.  Anyway, this blog is totally lame.  I am tired and unwinding and hoping my kids sleep 3 hrs today instead of 2.  It's looking promising.  Somedays, I wish I had cable.  Uh oh...lily's awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6092949555662772254?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6092949555662772254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6092949555662772254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6092949555662772254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6092949555662772254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/almost-there.html' title='Almost There...'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4280847069150171741</id><published>2007-11-26T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:06:18.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Break</title><content type='html'>I started packing today.....AGAIN.  YES.  AGAIN.  We have lived in this house since August 1.  Only for FOUR months.  BUT we are moving AGAIN.  I shouldn't complain, because we found somewhere where our rent is almost HALF of what we are paying right now.  So it will be nice to afford..groceries and stuff. But still, honestly amigo.  I keep telling myself, at least I'm not pregnant this time, or at least I won't have a newborn when we actually move, or at least Isabels not crawling yet.  But none of this is helping.  I am still pissed. This will only be our 4th move in 6 years, so like i said, i shouldn't complain, but I am, it sucks.  ANYWAY..on to better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Izzy's 5 month birthday, and she's already on her hands and knees rocking trying to crawl.  What a naughty little monkey I know!  She's so cute though.  Lily crawled at 6 months and walked at 9, so I guess Isabel is just trying to keep up with her sister.  She is very sweet and happy.   She can't look at you without smiling.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily's new favorite thing to say is "what's happening to me"  and then we say, I don't know Lily what's happening to you.  And then she says "I'm growing up!"  Little weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I am SOOO GLAD that we didn't go anywhere for thansgiving this year.  On friday night, it was really really windy, and part of the wooden fence in our back yard got BLOWN OVER.  Which is insane because it was a pretty nice, sturdy fence.  SO, since friday night, that is 3 nights and 3 days so far, our dogs have been locked in our kitchen.  We have a pretty big kitchen, so it's not toooo bad. Daisy is like 95 lbs, and Ginger is like 75.  So it is annoying when I have Isabel in her saucer, Lily following me around, and the dogs following me around.  Because when I cook, OF COURSE they aren't just going to lay around, but follow me and beg for food.  It kinda makes me freek out.  And our kitchen is starting to smell like dogs...I suppose we could give them a bath, but honestly like I said...daisy is 95 lbs.  When I bathe her I can hardly reach around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And on friday, me and john took some christmas pictures of our kids.  They are...pretty cute.  We don't live near our free sweet best ever photographer Rachel Devault anymore.  :(  But they are pretty cute.  We decided since we didn't have a photographer, to just do a card with our kids.  Since they are cute and I am not.  Everyone knows what me and john look like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is what's going on in my world.  Moving, AGAIN.  Stupid fence blowing down, and cute kids.  Most people say 'sorry this blog is so long'  But if it got to long for you, you could've just stopped reading it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4280847069150171741?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4280847069150171741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4280847069150171741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4280847069150171741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4280847069150171741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-me-break.html' title='Give Me a Break'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5579921952661267714</id><published>2007-11-22T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:23:08.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Familiy Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W59RAkKdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CtVRcEa7hwQ/s1600-h/100_5573.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W59RAkKdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CtVRcEa7hwQ/s200/100_5573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135715412274850258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                    Izzy is MUCH to sweet and happy.  She is almost 5 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W5-xAkKeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EaqPFs6fSBo/s1600-h/100_5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W5-xAkKeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EaqPFs6fSBo/s200/100_5606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135715438044654050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Our BEAUTIFUL Little Lily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W5_RAkKfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gpCMdjGTT9Q/s1600-h/100_5610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W5_RAkKfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gpCMdjGTT9Q/s200/100_5610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135715446634588658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      What a good looking family I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W6AxAkKgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J0uZPEkevTQ/s1600-h/100_5611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W6AxAkKgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J0uZPEkevTQ/s200/100_5611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135715472404392450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily is sooo good at playing with Isabel.  It is very sweet.  She is ALWAYS covering her up with blankets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W6BhAkKhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5JUkdXseVGI/s1600-h/100_5633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W6BhAkKhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5JUkdXseVGI/s200/100_5633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135715485289294354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've started giving Isabel cereal, and she LOVES it!  She reaches for the spoon shaking and eats it fast!  As you can see, it makes her happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5579921952661267714?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5579921952661267714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5579921952661267714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5579921952661267714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5579921952661267714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-familiy-photos.html' title='Sweet Familiy Photos'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W59RAkKdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CtVRcEa7hwQ/s72-c/100_5573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2126294301929638865</id><published>2007-11-22T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:15:41.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W4phAkKZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LgDY9ddMzOs/s1600-h/100_5504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W4rhAkKbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xgp9xCeM0LM/s320/100_5548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135714007820544434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W4qRAkKaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/igk16GiTIF8/s1600-h/100_5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W4qRAkKaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/igk16GiTIF8/s320/100_5542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135713986345707938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2126294301929638865?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2126294301929638865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2126294301929638865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2126294301929638865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2126294301929638865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/R0W4phAkKZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LgDY9ddMzOs/s72-c/100_5504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-655980220576325203</id><published>2007-11-13T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:10:06.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest photos of the cuties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzoensX91jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MRIekXAzfG8/s1600-h/100_5448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzoensX91jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MRIekXAzfG8/s320/100_5448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132448392617514546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily helping me make cake to feed the missionaries!  what a big....helper! ( I had to practically pry the bowl out of her chocolate, crying hands by the way.  There was no more chocolate left!  I promise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzoeHMX91iI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1jpAon0LCuU/s1600-h/100_5429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzoeHMX91iI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1jpAon0LCuU/s320/100_5429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132447834271766050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy 'wearing' the bracelets that Lily forced her to put on over and over again until she kept them on.  Sweet patient babies.  What a beautiful smile...don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzobtMX91bI/AAAAAAAAADc/QmurB8uR7sA/s1600-h/100_5358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzobtMX91bI/AAAAAAAAADc/QmurB8uR7sA/s320/100_5358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132445188571911602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my two cuties taking a bath together.  We have a rather large kitchen sink, so I decided to throw them in there together!  It was fun!  They are very sweet friends.  Isabel is starting to get just old enough to reach for lily, and her toys, and bug her.  Hopefully they will not become fast rivals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzobwMX91cI/AAAAAAAAADk/2ZylmK5JEGo/s1600-h/100_5372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzobwMX91cI/AAAAAAAAADk/2ZylmK5JEGo/s320/100_5372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132445240111519170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and his two cute girls.  Lily looking a little crusty.  She's a bit of a diva.  Sometimes when I take her picture I get in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that it's funny that I have alot of pictures of John holding both girls.  As do alot of other people out there I know.  Yet, we don't have any pictures of MOMS holding both kids.  I have decided that the reason for this is....when mom is holding both kids, they are both screaming and crying at her and it is not a happy moment, but a cruel necessary moment.  Just my thought for the day, as I spend a small percentage of my time holding TWO crying baboons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-655980220576325203?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/655980220576325203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=655980220576325203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/655980220576325203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/655980220576325203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/newest-photos-of-cuties.html' title='Newest photos of the cuties!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RzoensX91jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MRIekXAzfG8/s72-c/100_5448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4617902588363050041</id><published>2007-10-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:45:43.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!  6 Facts/Habits List</title><content type='html'>Here's another thingy that i've been tagged to do.  By sweet Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The rules: Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I HATE HATE HATE being pregnant.  Pregnancy is a Miracle, my butt.  (sorry people)  With lily i lost 20 lbs, isabel 10 lbs.  Not complaining about the weight loss, but that's how sick i get.  With lily i ate plain cheerios only for 3 months, and then would only leave the house to get iv's at the hospital.  That's how sick i am.  And even after the 'morning' sickness passes, i still feel like total crap. all NINE months.  I hate being pregnant, and never want to be pregnant again as long as i live.  Too bad though, because i know i will.  (dang it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I almost always take a shower every other day.  What? I'm.....conserving water.  (was that too gross to share?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's amazing that i married a clean cut rm, because I LOVE LOVE scruffy, unshaven, needs a haircut men.  I think they are so hot.  I love it when john doesn't shave and has semi-long, not fresh cut hair.  I like it when he showers.  but just when he looks grubby, theirs a difference.  I think the guy who works at hollywood video with dredlocks is so hot.  lol.  (yes, john knows all guys i think are hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Let's see...do I know other facts about me.  John just walked in, I'll do one for him.  John is in love with Selma Hayek.  He thinks she's hot.  And frankly, I do to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Since John's in love with Selma Hayek, I will post who I am in love with:  Gerard Butler (on phantom.  I'd totally pick him over Raoul. Raoul is such a sissy pants.  They could go to counseling, it would be ok), Michael Buble, Antonio Banderas,  Tyson Beckford (model/actor and not the other way around), Taye Diggs, (john is helping me list them now. haha) Angelina Jolie, (john snuck that on in there) I'll stop there, so u don't think i'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I wear glasses, And i HATE them.  I used to wear contacts, but my eyes dried up, so i can't anymore.  So those of you who think i just turned lazy and frumpy and stopped wearing contacts are wrong.  I CAN'T wear them.  And someday I will get lasik, it is my dream.  But first, I'm working on affording groceries. (haha. but not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  I have to put a 7 because I didn't say how much I love my family.  My little girls are so sweet and cute and beautiful.  And my husband is so handsome and sweet and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm supposed to tag 6 people.  But I don't know that there is 6 people who read my blog.  So if u read this and think it would be fun to fill it out.  do it.&lt;br /&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/3917318310537549922-4617902588363050041?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4617902588363050041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4617902588363050041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4617902588363050041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4617902588363050041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged-6-factshabits-list.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!  6 Facts/Habits List'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8065634981648465433</id><published>2007-10-15T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:14:23.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!  HIgh School Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 78%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know this is going to take me more than one sitting to do this with my kids around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who were your best friends? Gina Massey, Jennifer Agee, Leslie Young, Josh Mayer, Michelle De La Cruiz probably other people to....&lt;br /&gt;2. What sports did you play? none.  I had to come home and watch my little brother after school.&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of car did you drive? a toyota spectra.  It only reversed when it was warmed up, so I had to back into everywhere I parked (don't even ask about going to sonic).  It only had like 4 door handles (inside and out).  They always broke off.&lt;br /&gt;4. On a Friday night what were you doing? To be completely honest...usually making out.&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you a party animal? no way jose&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you considered a flirt? I probably was&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? I played the bells fresh/soph i think.  And was a flag junior.  Senior year, i was sick of getting up early for early morning band so i didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you ever get suspended/expelled? no&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song? yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was your favorite teacher? Mr. Orr was pretty cool.  How about Mr. Estrada...hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch? Usually I'd go get Taco Bell, and then come sit and eat in the cafeteria with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;13. Name the school's full name. Thatcher High School.&lt;br /&gt;14. School mascot? Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;15. School colors? Kelly Green and white.&lt;br /&gt;16. Rival high school? Safford and Pima&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you go to Prom? Yes.  I went with Davied Neitfeld my Senior year, I can't remember who I went with my Jr. year, i know i went though, it MIGHT have been Josh actually.  who knows.&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could go back and do it again, would you? You know, I was telling John the other day that i would, and i would appreciate it more.  Having kids is so hard.  I love it, but it's hard.  Not to mention that the only money matters i worried about in HS, was if i had enough money in my ash tray for Sonic.&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you remember most about graduation?  I remember lots of people crying and being sad, and i didn't understand why.  And i remember that the party thrown by the school was lame, and i stayed for like 10 min.&lt;br /&gt;20. Where did you go Senior Skip Day? Sun Splash.  Who that went to thatcher didnt?&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite memory? Maybe homecoming my senior year.  Me, gina, and leslie all painted our faces and were crazy.  And that night i hung out with Wendy Allred, Kevin Gibbens, and Frank Sweet.  And we were out all night because my parents were out of town. moahahah.&lt;br /&gt;22. Were you in any clubs? I was in interact my jr and senior, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you gained some weight since then?  Oh my gosh!  Don't ask.  This last pregnancy has done me in for good.  When do you work out when you have two kids?  someone tell me because i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was your Senior prom date? David Neitfeld&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? probably not.  I never really fit in with my grade.  I felt like noone I hung out with really liked me.  I would go to a 99 reunion though.&lt;br /&gt;26. Who will re-post this after you? I would say.......noone.&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was your high school sweetheart? Josh Mayer.  I don't know why though, since he was always cheating on me.  I hope he reads this.......&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you still talk to people from high school? Some.  Me and Amy (goosetree) Short watch eachothers kids. (who by the way, don't get along. haha)&lt;br /&gt;29. Did you win prom king or queen? Heavens no. I wasn't even considered to be nominated.&lt;br /&gt;30.. Where did you work in high school? I worked at El Charro.  But i'm not too sure if i worked there at the end of my HS days, or just in college.  It's all a blur. and i am much to tired and sleep deprived to remember most things.&lt;br /&gt;31. What were your grades? b &amp;amp; c's math d&amp;amp; f's&lt;br /&gt;32. What was your dress style?  um...what?  I was actuallly looking in my scrapbook the other day, thinking i wear more snug clothing now that i did in hs, which is lame because i was skinnier in hs.  I didn't appreciate it back then.  Oh how i should have!&lt;br /&gt;33. What year did you graduate? 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, does anyone remember learning this song in like 6th grade:  We are the smoke free class of 2000. Everyone's a hero, or a shero. Healthy lungs, healthy heart, we won't have to quit because we'll never start.  WE are the smoke free class of 2000.  2-0-0-0, that's the way to go! &lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm a nerd.  But i totally remember it.  And what's ironic is that my class did the most drugs out of anyone, so i MUST be the only one who remembers. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8065634981648465433?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8065634981648465433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8065634981648465433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8065634981648465433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8065634981648465433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged-high-school-times.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!  HIgh School Times'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-7614338838014076386</id><published>2007-10-12T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:59:21.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily says.....</title><content type='html'>Today I am wearing a shirt that has Woody the Woodpecker on it.  And Lily was asking about it, so I was telling her, it's Woody the Woodpecker.  Then this afternoon, i was tucking her in for her nap, and she points to my shirt and goes, "it's the nosepicker!", and at first i didn't realize what the heck she was talking about, so she told me, again, and i figured it out.  She's so funny. &lt;br /&gt;Last night, we were having pizza and rootbeer for dinner.  (It had been a BAD day.)  And John was getting a drink, and lily tells him, "Don't drink all the root beer you goofball".&lt;br /&gt;She's such a cute little weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-7614338838014076386?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7614338838014076386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=7614338838014076386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7614338838014076386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/7614338838014076386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/lily-says.html' title='Lily says.....'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2631681504937360819</id><published>2007-10-09T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T16:43:26.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Lily is a Better Mom Than I Am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RwwQKyA5GNI/AAAAAAAAADU/6cwr1ud9Q8Y/s1600-h/100_5317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RwwQKyA5GNI/AAAAAAAAADU/6cwr1ud9Q8Y/s320/100_5317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119484653823662290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, she's such a natural at holding Isabel, it's so cute.  Here are my examples of why Lily is such a good mom: 1) Yesterday I was putting on makeup, and Isabel was in her swing fussing, and then she stopped, so I looked out to see why she stopped, and Lily was knelt in front of her swing holding her binkie in her mouth so she could suck on it, so she wouldn't cry.  2) Also  yesterday, I was on the computer emailing one of my friends, and Isabel was in the living room crying, and then she stopped, when I went in after I was finished, Lily was laying on the floor by her saying sweetly, "yes, it's ok.  I know".  3) Last, but not least, today, I was in the shower and i put on a movie for Lily and left Isabel on the floor to 'play' and of course, when i got out, she was crying, and then, you guessed it, stopped.  Lily had put a little rattle we have that velcro's around the babies wrist, on Isabel, and she was laying next to her playing with her.   She is such a sweet little mommy.  And it makes me think, if I didn't have her, would Isabel just cry all the time?  No, cause I generally don't like to let my babies cry.  But still.  I don't think that I could have a baby around with out Lily to help.  She is in fact, a better mother than I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2631681504937360819?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2631681504937360819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2631681504937360819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2631681504937360819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2631681504937360819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-lily-is-better-mom-than-i-am.html' title='Why Lily is a Better Mom Than I Am.'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RwwQKyA5GNI/AAAAAAAAADU/6cwr1ud9Q8Y/s72-c/100_5317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5602158676496307223</id><published>2007-09-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:43:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily says.....</title><content type='html'>Today I was talking to Lily on the way to WalMart, and she says, "stop talking like a mother", and I said, "what?"  And she says, "stop talking like a mother mom".  Well ok then.  And yesterday she said, "puppy's sad" (her FAVORITE stuffed animal)  and i said, "oh no, why is puppy sad?", and she says, "because he's not happy mom".  Okay then.  I guess she is wiser than I am.  She's a funny little thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5602158676496307223?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5602158676496307223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5602158676496307223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5602158676496307223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5602158676496307223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/lily-says_26.html' title='Lily says.....'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-8127008836520411924</id><published>2007-09-26T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:40:46.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabel has a Tooth!</title><content type='html'>Isabel is 3 months today, and she has a tooth!  This past weekend she was a little fussy, but nothing bad.  And last night, John was feeling around in her mouth, and she has her top left tooth!  What the heck?  She's only 3 months-barely!  Lily didn't get her first tooth until she was 6months, and it was her bottom.  INSANE!  And i'm nursing, and she's becoming a total biter, so we'll see how it goes.  Because it hasn't been fun one bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-8127008836520411924?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8127008836520411924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=8127008836520411924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8127008836520411924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/8127008836520411924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/isabel-has-tooth.html' title='Isabel has a Tooth!'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-4026723860244829339</id><published>2007-09-20T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:06:18.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily says.....</title><content type='html'>This morning, Lily wouldn't eat her pancakes because they were too 'crusty'.  But they weren't, they were the same as ever, she's just crazy.  She is getting to be very cute and motherly towards Isabel.  This morning I went to go pick her up, and lily practically threw herself on her and said, 'that's MY sister!'.  Nice, that's not the cute story.  She has started calling Isabel precious.  When Isabel coos and talks to her, Lily always says, "yes, I know", very sweetly to her.  But now alot of the time she says, "yes, i know, you're precious".  I'm guessing she's picking up this stuff from me, although I don't recall ever saying that to Isabel.  Sometimes it can be scary how much your kids become you, and make you realize how you are!  Sometimes it's sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-4026723860244829339?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4026723860244829339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=4026723860244829339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4026723860244829339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/4026723860244829339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/lily-says_20.html' title='Lily says.....'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-6042729668883255944</id><published>2007-09-17T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:54:43.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Painting Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8twmqkhnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YISeNODDyaQ/s1600-h/100_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8twmqkhnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YISeNODDyaQ/s400/100_0809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111354415124874866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a dresser I bought at DI for Lily about 1 1/2 years ago and painted for her.  I wish i had before and after pics, but I don't.  It was all ghetto yellow and cracked though. And I turned it into a magnificant masterpiece if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8txGqkhoI/AAAAAAAAACE/-Krz9ngX1jk/s1600-h/100_5225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8txGqkhoI/AAAAAAAAACE/-Krz9ngX1jk/s400/100_5225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111354423714809474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is lily's bed that I just finished.  Not much to paint, I know.  But the head and foot boards were all cracked and brown stained.  It looks much better now.   Lily LOVES it.  She went from a crib, to sleeping on her crib mattress on the floor after we moved for about 2 months while I tried to find the time to paint 3 layers on this bad boy.  So she was very happy about coming off of the ground in to a new big girl bed!  Notice the sweet princess bedding she chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8txWqkhpI/AAAAAAAAACM/dMp19rZzJ6k/s1600-h/100_5228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8txWqkhpI/AAAAAAAAACM/dMp19rZzJ6k/s400/100_5228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111354428009776786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Isabel's dresser that I also got at DI.  It was white with ugly green vines on it.  I painted it when I was about 7 months pregnant.  We all put on the butterfly decals.  It was a 'fun' family project to do.  Especially with Lily helping if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also painted Lily's crib.  I bought it at a used children's store.  I painted it from a dark dark blue, to white.  It took like 5 layers of paint if i remember the torture correctly.  It's nothing worth taking a picture of though.  I think that John is very lucky to have a sweet wife who buys used ghetto furniture, and makes it look nice.  Instead of one of those wives who buy stuff new for lots of money. Every piece of furniture in the girls room is a used piece I fixed up myself.  Enough of tooting my own horn!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-6042729668883255944?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6042729668883255944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=6042729668883255944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6042729668883255944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/6042729668883255944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sweet-painting-skills.html' title='My Sweet Painting Skills'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8twmqkhnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YISeNODDyaQ/s72-c/100_0809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2039456098863205916</id><published>2007-09-17T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:29:06.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rYGqkhmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aK99LmSQ2nU/s1600-h/100_5340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rYGqkhmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aK99LmSQ2nU/s320/100_5340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111351795194824290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's something I don't approve of.  John and Lily playing video games.  It's a good thing the moms are supposed to stay home with the kids, and not the husbands.  Because in my case, this would be what Lily's day would be like if John was the primary parent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rQ2qkhhI/AAAAAAAAABM/0LTdC6pj0Co/s1600-h/100_5211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rQ2qkhhI/AAAAAAAAABM/0LTdC6pj0Co/s320/100_5211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111351670640772626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a fun time with our cousins.  When they were leaving, lily said, it's 'back to normal' now!  we don't know where she comes up with this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rRWqkhiI/AAAAAAAAABU/8SPyo7iBUI4/s1600-h/100_5255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rRWqkhiI/AAAAAAAAABU/8SPyo7iBUI4/s320/100_5255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111351679230707234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily and Izzy like to play on Lily's bed before naptime.  Lily always tells me not to take her when it's time for her to sleep.  They are sweet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rRmqkhjI/AAAAAAAAABc/PAFpcadq8sQ/s1600-h/100_5273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rRmqkhjI/AAAAAAAAABc/PAFpcadq8sQ/s320/100_5273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111351683525674546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabel is the smiley-est baby ever!  She loves to talk and smile at us all the time.  We just love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rSWqkhkI/AAAAAAAAABk/bRptAqZc1bc/s1600-h/100_5327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rSWqkhkI/AAAAAAAAABk/bRptAqZc1bc/s320/100_5327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111351696410576450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Lily in her pink dinosaur costume we got her for Halloween.  I'm sure i'll post more when it's actually halloween, cause it's so dang cute.  She wanted to be an alligator, but this had to settle.  She didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rSmqkhlI/AAAAAAAAABs/SVVW3uvN9_M/s1600-h/100_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rSmqkhlI/AAAAAAAAABs/SVVW3uvN9_M/s320/100_5339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111351700705543762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily is FINALLY getting enough hair to ....fix or something.  it's amazing.  Now if she will just LET me fix it outside of the bathtub......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2039456098863205916?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2039456098863205916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2039456098863205916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2039456098863205916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2039456098863205916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-times.html' title='Family Times'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/Ru8rYGqkhmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aK99LmSQ2nU/s72-c/100_5340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-2020205423535701942</id><published>2007-09-09T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:46:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily says.....</title><content type='html'>This morning Lily bonked her head pretty bad.  She got a HUGE knot on her forehead.  She was running into the bathroom and just kinda....missed, and hit the door frame.  John was still in bed, and she was crying for him, so I took her in there to him.  While I was making breakfast, he had both girls in bed with him.  And he said Isabel was 'looking' at the owie on Lily's head.  And Lily said, "she's like, oh my heck!"  Where does she come up with this stuff.  We just moved from Utah, and oh my heck is a popular saying there, which is quite annoying.  Apparently, Lily picked it up.  We got away just in time!  We are trying to break her of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-2020205423535701942?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2020205423535701942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=2020205423535701942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2020205423535701942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/2020205423535701942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/lily-says.html' title='Lily says.....'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917318310537549922.post-5084602949485725026</id><published>2007-09-08T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:52:45.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Beautiful Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLtBQzQ3TI/AAAAAAAAABE/JCHBpIphv_w/s1600-h/100_4975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLtBQzQ3TI/AAAAAAAAABE/JCHBpIphv_w/s200/100_4975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107905533337197874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Just so you know, i did the dogs last, their pics. just came up first.  I don't want it to look like they r my favorites or anything. haha)  This is Daisy, she is a rotty/lab mix.  She's quite large, almost 100 lbs.  She's our party animal as you can  see.  She's the sweetest dog ever!  She is so tolerant of lily.  And the BEST running partner EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLrYgzQ3SI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4T8icFnEZP8/s1600-h/100_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLrYgzQ3SI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4T8icFnEZP8/s200/100_0705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107903733745900834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ginger.  She's a aust. shep./border collie mix.  She's a very beautiful dog.  She acts like a two year old though, so she's kind of a pain.  When lily goes outside to play, they fight over things, give me a break.  She's NOT a good running partner, she gets under my feet.  John picked her, and I picked Daisy.  They are both about 3 1/2.  They were born on the same night.  We love them alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLpYgzQ3RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U0II5gwyjcQ/s1600-h/100_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLpYgzQ3RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U0II5gwyjcQ/s400/100_4646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107901534722645266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet husband, John.  He is a 'computer nerd'.  But he's a hot computer nerd.  :)  He is a very good singer, and very very smart.  He likes to golf and play video games.  He's a very patient man, and very tolerant of his two year old, and of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLoHQzQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nnEL1TN6HmM/s1600-h/100_5089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLoHQzQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nnEL1TN6HmM/s400/100_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107900138858274050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet Isabel aka Izzy.  She is SUCH a good baby!  Lily was a handful even as a baby, so we are so glad to have such an easy, laid back girl on our hands.  She has eyes wise beyond her years, everyone agrees.  When she looks at you, she's really REALLY looking at you, like she knows something you don't.  She is such a happy little thing too!  When you come over and talk to her, and her eyes find you, she gets such a big smile, and just coos at you.  It is the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLm8AzQ3PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/31q3EY9Qq4o/s1600-h/100_4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLm8AzQ3PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/31q3EY9Qq4o/s400/100_4536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107898846073117938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking for a picture to best describe Lily, I had to chose this one.  She is quite famous for her dirty looks.  She is 2 years old and QUITE the handful.  She is very very bossy, and yet, can be very sweet at the same time.  She has a vocabulary as big as mine, I'm sure of it, she's such a smarty pants.  The other day she said, ( I can't remember what we were talking about)  "Izzy did, hours ago mom".  I'm thinking hours ago?  Where do you come up with this stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917318310537549922-5084602949485725026?l=mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5084602949485725026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3917318310537549922&amp;postID=5084602949485725026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5084602949485725026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917318310537549922/posts/default/5084602949485725026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsrthebossofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sweet-beautiful-family.html' title='My Sweet Beautiful Family'/><author><name>camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167839118277164522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/TUjOSGZwzTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YJQjxyln4MU/s220/camilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hCiimUdVAlM/RuLtBQzQ3TI/AAAAAAAAABE/JCHBpIphv_w/s72-c/100_4975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
