<?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-8045226283624556310</id><updated>2012-02-10T16:43:58.012-07:00</updated><category term='nighty-night'/><category term='GOODNIGHT TO ALL&apos;YA&apos;ALL'/><title type='text'>Owings New's</title><subtitle type='html'>This is our stuff! This is our junk! Hope you enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5981271994147675699</id><published>2012-01-16T14:07:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:45:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 6th through 8th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is My Little Monkey in a cute outfit that Jon's work gave us. I think it was so awesome of them to give us an outfit. I've killed off the plants (no green thumb) that we got from the first two kids, and ate all the fruit from the third (an EDIBLE ARRANGEMENTS, so nice). I think it is so nice that they let my husband off work for a time AND give us a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxO-tjMcCZo/TxSZgjZO0KI/AAAAAAAABZE/u0HvUbG-o3M/s1600/11-6to11-8-2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698348213066453154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxO-tjMcCZo/TxSZgjZO0KI/AAAAAAAABZE/u0HvUbG-o3M/s320/11-6to11-8-2011%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's just soooo silly-cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiBxzxRg2fQ/TxSZIMSX5vI/AAAAAAAABY4/9mMGpLIf19k/s1600/11-6to11-8-2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698347794546812658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiBxzxRg2fQ/TxSZIMSX5vI/AAAAAAAABY4/9mMGpLIf19k/s400/11-6to11-8-2011%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyrwel in his bouncy chair. He loves it when you angle the chew toys just right. He hasn't learned to hold them yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mQZOCmwjhs/TxSXWUUokqI/AAAAAAAABYM/dljg7CZ1p10/s1600/11-6to11-8-2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698345838198690466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mQZOCmwjhs/TxSXWUUokqI/AAAAAAAABYM/dljg7CZ1p10/s320/11-6to11-8-2011%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xani and Ty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYb-owkaTRg/TxSXV0vihYI/AAAAAAAABX8/klho_ytgLBI/s1600/11-6to11-8-2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698345829721605506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYb-owkaTRg/TxSXV0vihYI/AAAAAAAABX8/klho_ytgLBI/s320/11-6to11-8-2011%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to run for the camera for this shot. He Posed! What a cute boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love his outie bellybutton!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-taQVZpJEBGs/TxSXrageoSI/AAAAAAAABYU/KFtZSuOt9UI/s1600/11-6to11-8-2011%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698346200636236066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-taQVZpJEBGs/TxSXrageoSI/AAAAAAAABYU/KFtZSuOt9UI/s400/11-6to11-8-2011%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look it's my best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uspqF6Q4AWk/TxSXVu6LtkI/AAAAAAAABXw/Z9EN4Uc46R4/s1600/11-6to11-8-2011%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698345828155635266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uspqF6Q4AWk/TxSXVu6LtkI/AAAAAAAABXw/Z9EN4Uc46R4/s320/11-6to11-8-2011%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always loved those pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have one of each one of my kids with their "first best friend".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5981271994147675699?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5981271994147675699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5981271994147675699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5981271994147675699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5981271994147675699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2012/01/nov-6th-through-8th.html' title='Nov. 6th through 8th'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxO-tjMcCZo/TxSZgjZO0KI/AAAAAAAABZE/u0HvUbG-o3M/s72-c/11-6to11-8-2011%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7737209117501145164</id><published>2012-01-02T21:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:02:20.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrwel's Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday, November 6th, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Handsome Happy Little Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKgq-w8DBkw/TwKKQq_XY5I/AAAAAAAABWk/LmvjCAmYIds/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693264897972331410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKgq-w8DBkw/TwKKQq_XY5I/AAAAAAAABWk/LmvjCAmYIds/s400/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bt09rzByNo/TwKKIcMjP8I/AAAAAAAABWY/clR4lI9t8No/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693264756562149314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bt09rzByNo/TwKKIcMjP8I/AAAAAAAABWY/clR4lI9t8No/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake &amp;amp; all the cute Kidos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TT0iH3BkJls/TwKJvdLehnI/AAAAAAAABWM/BhWgMJOyHqQ/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693264327329351282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TT0iH3BkJls/TwKJvdLehnI/AAAAAAAABWM/BhWgMJOyHqQ/s200/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B024.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rg1z4smcjo/TwKJuiJiDfI/AAAAAAAABV0/mSWBr6Hs7Iw/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693264311483502066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rg1z4smcjo/TwKJuiJiDfI/AAAAAAAABV0/mSWBr6Hs7Iw/s200/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Oma Truus with her great-grandson. Great Aunt MJ with the Good Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMGi77OqJRM/TwKJtspUTeI/AAAAAAAABVo/Zi1QKlQQKdY/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693264297121304034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMGi77OqJRM/TwKJtspUTeI/AAAAAAAABVo/Zi1QKlQQKdY/s200/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diZcroqIr8M/TwKJtW-ypoI/AAAAAAAABVc/asTCh1cre2s/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693264291305793154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diZcroqIr8M/TwKJtW-ypoI/AAAAAAAABVc/asTCh1cre2s/s200/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7737209117501145164?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7737209117501145164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7737209117501145164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7737209117501145164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7737209117501145164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2012/01/tyrwels-baby-blessing.html' title='Tyrwel&apos;s Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKgq-w8DBkw/TwKKQq_XY5I/AAAAAAAABWk/LmvjCAmYIds/s72-c/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3700283476558016174</id><published>2011-12-30T10:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:04:28.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting ready to walk to school, to help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iHxPUmlKmA/Tv30cenm2TI/AAAAAAAABVQ/OXVmJVwqpeU/s1600/10-1to10-14-11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691974274158876978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iHxPUmlKmA/Tv30cenm2TI/AAAAAAAABVQ/OXVmJVwqpeU/s320/10-1to10-14-11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ILowrVvkQ/Tv30b02wMXI/AAAAAAAABVE/WfzamZ-5tBk/s1600/10-1to10-14-11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691974262948114802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ILowrVvkQ/Tv30b02wMXI/AAAAAAAABVE/WfzamZ-5tBk/s320/10-1to10-14-11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess Xani  And a cute big boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZJgCJBCip8/Tv30bY4RwOI/AAAAAAAABU4/clMjgIAS-9Q/s1600/10-1to10-14-11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691974255438315746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZJgCJBCip8/Tv30bY4RwOI/AAAAAAAABU4/clMjgIAS-9Q/s320/10-1to10-14-11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0cxeY06-kU/Tv30bNEJ34I/AAAAAAAABUs/gCpweLZjmYY/s1600/10-1to10-14-11%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691974252266905474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0cxeY06-kU/Tv30bNEJ34I/AAAAAAAABUs/gCpweLZjmYY/s320/10-1to10-14-11%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing out of the bassinet. This is how we kept finding him in the morning. He just wont keep his blankets on. And he ends up cold. Also, he really does not like the sleeping sacks much. He's too long for them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vbu-GFZV9L0/Tv3z3S4ck3I/AAAAAAAABUc/NXCn-FpJl74/s1600/10-1to10-14-11%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691973635353121650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vbu-GFZV9L0/Tv3z3S4ck3I/AAAAAAAABUc/NXCn-FpJl74/s320/10-1to10-14-11%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vTD4i6BVEk/Tv3z2qNvnvI/AAAAAAAABUQ/nktP8VsJRjg/s1600/10-15to10-18-11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691973624436596466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vTD4i6BVEk/Tv3z2qNvnvI/AAAAAAAABUQ/nktP8VsJRjg/s320/10-15to10-18-11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmhqtCvNDVA/Tv3z2FseLgI/AAAAAAAABUE/eIjtGXZ5Uy4/s1600/10-15to10-18-11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691973614633364994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmhqtCvNDVA/Tv3z2FseLgI/AAAAAAAABUE/eIjtGXZ5Uy4/s320/10-15to10-18-11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFc3aMy-HvA/Tv3z1Je7CdI/AAAAAAAABT4/RKw3ay_stCQ/s1600/10-15to10-18-11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691973598470408658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFc3aMy-HvA/Tv3z1Je7CdI/AAAAAAAABT4/RKw3ay_stCQ/s320/10-15to10-18-11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel came home from school like this. It's blue chalk. He sure had fun that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bG1A8rt-DzY/Tv3z03E9RqI/AAAAAAAABTs/CgN_jCBZcKI/s1600/10-15to10-18-11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691973593529665186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bG1A8rt-DzY/Tv3z03E9RqI/AAAAAAAABTs/CgN_jCBZcKI/s320/10-15to10-18-11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All bundled up. He slept so good that night. Notice the pink gloves they were the only ones I had. Since they worked so well I went out and bought some blue &amp;amp; black ones for my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItFArzhPk6c/Tv3y8ckwL9I/AAAAAAAABTg/KYEwQ1XgDjc/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972624342593490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItFArzhPk6c/Tv3y8ckwL9I/AAAAAAAABTg/KYEwQ1XgDjc/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Halloween! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xani the Unicorn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFS5VLTqmXc/Tv3y75k5VCI/AAAAAAAABTU/df2ryBPOacg/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972614947951650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFS5VLTqmXc/Tv3y75k5VCI/AAAAAAAABTU/df2ryBPOacg/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc4BEqqJC-Y/Tv3yasfUaUI/AAAAAAAABSY/Ar02JoxWmIg/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972044499216706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc4BEqqJC-Y/Tv3yasfUaUI/AAAAAAAABSY/Ar02JoxWmIg/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus = Hermione from Harry Potter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdoRvVGUlKs/Tv3y7NbJ8PI/AAAAAAAABTI/mNfcXB5pgOM/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972603095937266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdoRvVGUlKs/Tv3y7NbJ8PI/AAAAAAAABTI/mNfcXB5pgOM/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--96wW2CRfh4/Tv3y6YOeVqI/AAAAAAAABSw/ClNKac3Zq5k/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972588815668898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--96wW2CRfh4/Tv3y6YOeVqI/AAAAAAAABSw/ClNKac3Zq5k/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyrwel our little monkey! On his feet it says (right) CHEEKY, (left) MONKEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ever watch Late Late Night with Craig Ferguson, you might get why I had to get this for him when I saw the feet. Also, it has the cutest curly tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPT3KmeXuy0/Tv3y6uEIkGI/AAAAAAAABS8/RBrVg6hyLk0/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972594677878882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPT3KmeXuy0/Tv3y6uEIkGI/AAAAAAAABS8/RBrVg6hyLk0/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgZZxUxvqEQ/Tv3yZnIZGuI/AAAAAAAABSM/o59fiT7CmEs/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972025881008866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgZZxUxvqEQ/Tv3yZnIZGuI/AAAAAAAABSM/o59fiT7CmEs/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel = Clone Trooper!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsomxF81Xj0/Tv3yaygENcI/AAAAAAAABSk/9qnGa4xLlwY/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972046112961986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsomxF81Xj0/Tv3yaygENcI/AAAAAAAABSk/9qnGa4xLlwY/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma just found an old Noid hat and her Letterman's jacket! And Jon wore his stay puff beanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rT-ONtW3CAo/Tv3yZTq7FFI/AAAAAAAABSA/ftPchAQR02c/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972020657132626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rT-ONtW3CAo/Tv3yZTq7FFI/AAAAAAAABSA/ftPchAQR02c/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIacmucMobI/Tv3yZE1EgpI/AAAAAAAABR0/U-TyFE5b9eE/s1600/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691972016673161874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIacmucMobI/Tv3yZE1EgpI/AAAAAAAABR0/U-TyFE5b9eE/s320/10-19%2Bto%2BTKO%2BBlessing%2B11-6-2011%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3700283476558016174?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3700283476558016174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3700283476558016174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3700283476558016174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3700283476558016174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/12/october-2011.html' title='October 2011'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iHxPUmlKmA/Tv30cenm2TI/AAAAAAAABVQ/OXVmJVwqpeU/s72-c/10-1to10-14-11%2B015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-2964012089801954013</id><published>2011-10-24T18:51:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:25:45.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between 8-17 and 9-30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a diaper cake for my Sis.' Baby Shower. It was fun to make!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667233683005058546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCn44A0sUGI/TqYPAialLfI/AAAAAAAABN8/Yo4AMvx0kbo/s400/8-17to9-30-11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xani wrote her name all by herself. I've been practicing with her. The only letter I helped her with on the bottom name was the 'S'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667233687731109442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66VAkpNdsnA/TqYPA0BW_kI/AAAAAAAABOM/4ZXXPniwHNE/s400/8-17to9-30-11%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a happy baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivxzRlVZAhc/TupaMu_F7LI/AAAAAAAABOU/ZSrjG53GI2s/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686456654326262962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivxzRlVZAhc/TupaMu_F7LI/AAAAAAAABOU/ZSrjG53GI2s/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon and I told Crimsel that he sould not put his (LEGO) bad guys and good guys away together in the same box or they might have a fight at night while we're all sleeping. The next morning this is what Crimsel found in his nightstand. We told him so! Armless, headless, legless, and smashed guys all around. Only one was left standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7Y0cheTKo8/TupaNM4XNEI/AAAAAAAABOg/bsnvHoIHgec/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686456662351098946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7Y0cheTKo8/TupaNM4XNEI/AAAAAAAABOg/bsnvHoIHgec/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crimsel got his cast off, but it was replaced by a boot he had to wear for 4 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33na6C1NDZg/TupaNh4abWI/AAAAAAAABOs/JMk6eHQ1Omg/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686456667988454754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33na6C1NDZg/TupaNh4abWI/AAAAAAAABOs/JMk6eHQ1Omg/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our handsome baby boy in his "CRABY BUTT" outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7l9ADidqz9E/TupcouDaJNI/AAAAAAAABPE/oTFey2OoUBc/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686459334135522514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7l9ADidqz9E/TupcouDaJNI/AAAAAAAABPE/oTFey2OoUBc/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7a2QVIagA0/TupcoYGV7lI/AAAAAAAABO4/iF72OqJy0lk/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686459328242249298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7a2QVIagA0/TupcoYGV7lI/AAAAAAAABO4/iF72OqJy0lk/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop taking my picture, or I'll Karate chop you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIe-6KWCc4E/TupcpBVjuhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/E4_GSgQvwtM/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686459339311921682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIe-6KWCc4E/TupcpBVjuhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/E4_GSgQvwtM/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some fun with finger over the flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUrC8MmvGRM/Tu_UZWNx5QI/AAAAAAAABQA/g_W6NZIKZqk/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687998386317419778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUrC8MmvGRM/Tu_UZWNx5QI/AAAAAAAABQA/g_W6NZIKZqk/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuE5GwaL3YE/Tu_UYosGyuI/AAAAAAAABP4/2ProtxLXRmo/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687998374096587490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuE5GwaL3YE/Tu_UYosGyuI/AAAAAAAABP4/2ProtxLXRmo/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-co5kUOg5HPI/Tu_UYble2RI/AAAAAAAABPo/yRyqofXUwFE/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687998370579142930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-co5kUOg5HPI/Tu_UYble2RI/AAAAAAAABPo/yRyqofXUwFE/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wB5HNaj-udc/Tu_UXyM54fI/AAAAAAAABPc/UZC-qw5ab5E/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687998359470203378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wB5HNaj-udc/Tu_UXyM54fI/AAAAAAAABPc/UZC-qw5ab5E/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, Back to school night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVBsiZvSW_s/Tu_VeMJX48I/AAAAAAAABQk/NGQsU2Y0gWw/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687999569025557442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVBsiZvSW_s/Tu_VeMJX48I/AAAAAAAABQk/NGQsU2Y0gWw/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsQQDLqLBOk/Tu_Vdf6E4xI/AAAAAAAABQY/Yl-FpwJ3MWo/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687999557150237458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsQQDLqLBOk/Tu_Vdf6E4xI/AAAAAAAABQY/Yl-FpwJ3MWo/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwlVE1IP7Dw/Tu_VdDMJqaI/AAAAAAAABQM/j0UyXPVQIbE/s1600/8-17to9-30-11%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687999549441419682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwlVE1IP7Dw/Tu_VdDMJqaI/AAAAAAAABQM/j0UyXPVQIbE/s320/8-17to9-30-11%2B128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-2964012089801954013?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2964012089801954013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=2964012089801954013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2964012089801954013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2964012089801954013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-8-17-and-9-30.html' title='Between 8-17 and 9-30'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCn44A0sUGI/TqYPAialLfI/AAAAAAAABN8/Yo4AMvx0kbo/s72-c/8-17to9-30-11%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-8929035714594967055</id><published>2011-08-16T22:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:35:14.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life is so fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Hubby and kiddos went on our annual Family Reunion (his side). While I got to stay home with my new baby and get allot of needed sleep. Wow, that felt good! Thanks to those of you who offered to give me something to do and people to be with. It just ended up that I really needed that rest. I was so cheesy when they got home. I just wanted to hold and kiss them forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms0Ad-2kP98/TktJhSkppQI/AAAAAAAABMc/lgSMtDIEWLU/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641683794481751298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms0Ad-2kP98/TktJhSkppQI/AAAAAAAABMc/lgSMtDIEWLU/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqYAXAUk9fM/TktJh-8wD7I/AAAAAAAABMk/AHgl4LFpYXE/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641683806393995186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqYAXAUk9fM/TktJh-8wD7I/AAAAAAAABMk/AHgl4LFpYXE/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJRKwH5cLFQ/TktJiLSTa5I/AAAAAAAABMs/FNq9Jk2xdgQ/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641683809705618322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJRKwH5cLFQ/TktJiLSTa5I/AAAAAAAABMs/FNq9Jk2xdgQ/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47s50-0zfYQ/TktJiXnJ1MI/AAAAAAAABM0/yv6tJWUvS5w/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641683813014295746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47s50-0zfYQ/TktJiXnJ1MI/AAAAAAAABM0/yv6tJWUvS5w/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1MPBswvga4/TktJiq3yfhI/AAAAAAAABM8/m_jqRGuoV10/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641683818184343058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1MPBswvga4/TktJiq3yfhI/AAAAAAAABM8/m_jqRGuoV10/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJIJD0f7sF0/TktKnDB9cdI/AAAAAAAABNE/Rez69_L0x6g/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641684992900559314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJIJD0f7sF0/TktKnDB9cdI/AAAAAAAABNE/Rez69_L0x6g/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ki-w6lHvY/TktKnSvUxiI/AAAAAAAABNM/eSqIIfQsmlA/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641684997117363746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ki-w6lHvY/TktKnSvUxiI/AAAAAAAABNM/eSqIIfQsmlA/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCW7yvPVA30/TktKngOCJdI/AAAAAAAABNU/UdsllvRA4Ns/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641685000735827410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCW7yvPVA30/TktKngOCJdI/AAAAAAAABNU/UdsllvRA4Ns/s200/8-11to8-16-11%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fun turned to heartbreak when Xani decided that I couldn't have &lt;strong&gt;a treat and a drink.&lt;/strong&gt; She screamed "I hate you! I don't like you! I don't love you anymore!" I put her in time out to think about how words hurt and she screamed at me "You're a bad, bad, bad Mommy!" I kept her in timeout, got an underwear picture, and after bedtime cried a little, got over it and laugh at the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RKmAWBc3AY/TktLSYmsaPI/AAAAAAAABNc/0bmFtEnk8RQ/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641685737426151666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RKmAWBc3AY/TktLSYmsaPI/AAAAAAAABNc/0bmFtEnk8RQ/s320/8-11to8-16-11%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hooray! I get to come out and play with my baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We saw the Doc. today and got the OK. More than anything else, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so happy that I can go to church again. I haven't been since July 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KplTUoX5IRM/TktL3t9gBxI/AAAAAAAABNk/BNKVSfCRAXY/s1600/8-6to8-11-11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641686378814113554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KplTUoX5IRM/TktL3t9gBxI/AAAAAAAABNk/BNKVSfCRAXY/s320/8-6to8-11-11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TYRWEL = 1 month old, 8 lbs. 2 oz., &amp;amp; 21 in. long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's almost spot on to what his older brother was when he was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also weighed the other kids for fun, and it is a bit funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus = 52.2, Crimsel = 48.8, &amp;amp; Xanthisa = 32.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Crimsel gets his cast off tomorrow morning. So, Jon says we have to go swimming. Not me or the baby, but that's fine with me. I don't feel like buying a swim suit for just one go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoK366-_FUc/TktMP7Sg_kI/AAAAAAAABNs/9hnxdmjUrbw/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641686794708778562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoK366-_FUc/TktMP7Sg_kI/AAAAAAAABNs/9hnxdmjUrbw/s320/8-11to8-16-11%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BO-9Nq8dUXw/TktMQA4An8I/AAAAAAAABN0/yaGYd0kUi0k/s1600/8-11to8-16-11%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641686796208218050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BO-9Nq8dUXw/TktMQA4An8I/AAAAAAAABN0/yaGYd0kUi0k/s320/8-11to8-16-11%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel is so excited to get his cast off that he wanted me to take this video. Hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6cb08efb37ad9bf" 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://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06cb08efb37ad9bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E2279656E10F74CDC78993ED36C61AACDE46C6.A77FD4A53442F1D5A2E5C24F876F2FCCDA139F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cb08efb37ad9bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh1eg5lgU7Xwu8qpX7fHOQhIcUew&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://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06cb08efb37ad9bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E2279656E10F74CDC78993ED36C61AACDE46C6.A77FD4A53442F1D5A2E5C24F876F2FCCDA139F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cb08efb37ad9bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh1eg5lgU7Xwu8qpX7fHOQhIcUew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Sorry the video is so dark, but you'll get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-8929035714594967055?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8929035714594967055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=8929035714594967055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8929035714594967055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8929035714594967055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-so-fun.html' title='life is so fun!!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms0Ad-2kP98/TktJhSkppQI/AAAAAAAABMc/lgSMtDIEWLU/s72-c/8-11to8-16-11%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5114295206752081697</id><published>2011-08-06T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:29:45.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibbling Love + more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus &amp;amp; Tyrwel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFnMo4Y31Kg/TjzcyD8UJBI/AAAAAAAABMM/q5tLyOSJx2c/s1600/7-23to8-5-11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637623586170872850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFnMo4Y31Kg/TjzcyD8UJBI/AAAAAAAABMM/q5tLyOSJx2c/s320/7-23to8-5-11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel &amp;amp; Tyrwel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RpTZiTOGiU/TjzcyR9w4BI/AAAAAAAABMU/8koMO5g64qA/s1600/7-23to8-5-11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637623589935046674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RpTZiTOGiU/TjzcyR9w4BI/AAAAAAAABMU/8koMO5g64qA/s320/7-23to8-5-11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanthisa &amp;amp; Tyrwel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk5Ab7V59-w/TjzcxTijb6I/AAAAAAAABL0/Hm5_GF2s3Lw/s1600/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637623573177921442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk5Ab7V59-w/TjzcxTijb6I/AAAAAAAABL0/Hm5_GF2s3Lw/s320/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BkM8bRJjN0/Tjzcxqm8vkI/AAAAAAAABL8/VA5ecQbz7kw/s1600/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637623579370372674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BkM8bRJjN0/Tjzcxqm8vkI/AAAAAAAABL8/VA5ecQbz7kw/s320/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lookin' Handsome in Preemie's for a Doctor visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvU8zVUBYWc/Tjzcx_dlfyI/AAAAAAAABME/nmA37n0OtlE/s1600/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637623584968245026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvU8zVUBYWc/Tjzcx_dlfyI/AAAAAAAABME/nmA37n0OtlE/s320/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5114295206752081697?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5114295206752081697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5114295206752081697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5114295206752081697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5114295206752081697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/08/sibbling-love-more.html' title='Sibbling Love + more'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFnMo4Y31Kg/TjzcyD8UJBI/AAAAAAAABMM/q5tLyOSJx2c/s72-c/7-23to8-5-11%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7533227413503566167</id><published>2011-07-30T13:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:32:38.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Day Old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_juxQ4NKAqU/TjRbOdz8MVI/AAAAAAAABLU/uBMxLW6EBR4/s1600/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635229337826111826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_juxQ4NKAqU/TjRbOdz8MVI/AAAAAAAABLU/uBMxLW6EBR4/s400/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Days Old &amp;amp; Coming Home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15bVH72P5I8/TjRbO3R4hTI/AAAAAAAABLc/tG4w-BIQif8/s1600/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635229344662586674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15bVH72P5I8/TjRbO3R4hTI/AAAAAAAABLc/tG4w-BIQif8/s400/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K4l6aaoEb-8/TjRbPE88nLI/AAAAAAAABLk/iuNrYk2l1PU/s1600/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635229348332870834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K4l6aaoEb-8/TjRbPE88nLI/AAAAAAAABLk/iuNrYk2l1PU/s400/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    Six Days Old!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY4yC2cmU9Q/TjRbPcryhfI/AAAAAAAABLs/c8oUAzt2_M8/s1600/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635229354703357426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY4yC2cmU9Q/TjRbPcryhfI/AAAAAAAABLs/c8oUAzt2_M8/s400/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7533227413503566167?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7533227413503566167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7533227413503566167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7533227413503566167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7533227413503566167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up!!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_juxQ4NKAqU/TjRbOdz8MVI/AAAAAAAABLU/uBMxLW6EBR4/s72-c/7-16-11%2Bto%2B7-22-11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3748450602222950658</id><published>2011-07-16T18:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:12:13.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tyrwel Knight Owings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630116263386539762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSBqP3slAcY/TiIw6XNN5vI/AAAAAAAABK0/yHhCSpVybkE/s400/july%2B15-16%2B2011%2B017.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Date: Friday, July 15, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time: 8:09 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weight: 6 lbs. 9 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Length: 19.5 in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went in for my 37 week apt. on Thursday. My Doctor checked me. I was at a nothing/nothing, but there was less movement. So, off I went for a NST at the Hospital. I got there at 10 AM. They sent me home after 4 PM, and set up another NST for Friday at 4PM. At 3:59 AM I sat up in bed and felt a small gush. "Oh that's nothing." Contractions started 10 minutes apart. After an hour I woke up Jon. " I think I'm in labor." He turned over, then my contraction were 7 minutes apart. By time we left our house they were 3 minutes apart. We got to the Hospital at about 6:30 AM and they were 2 minutes apart. The nurse checked me I was at a 6. I got all numbed up. They called my Doc. who was not on call. He was in the shower, but got there just in time. Everyone is doing perfectly well. For being 3 weeks early, we hadn't decided on his name until late last night. Hence the late post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630116268542599794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kK5-qzCwdD8/TiIw6qahInI/AAAAAAAABK8/q4NeCUEpYHU/s400/july%2B15-16%2B2011%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcoFVzoRkYQ/TiIxP8kLZCI/AAAAAAAABLM/uzlGfgKoGPg/s1600/july%2B15-16%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630116634192208930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcoFVzoRkYQ/TiIxP8kLZCI/AAAAAAAABLM/uzlGfgKoGPg/s200/july%2B15-16%2B2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3748450602222950658?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3748450602222950658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3748450602222950658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3748450602222950658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3748450602222950658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/07/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!!!!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSBqP3slAcY/TiIw6XNN5vI/AAAAAAAABK0/yHhCSpVybkE/s72-c/july%2B15-16%2B2011%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4696834241279956123</id><published>2011-07-16T17:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:27:10.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (more July)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I did try to post my 12 pages last week and couldn't figure out why they wouldn't post. I figured out what to do. Sooo, I am going to type the same message I did before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The latest and OH BOY the funnest. Can you sense the sarcasm? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel's last day of school was June 24th. During the whole next week he waited for Cirrus to get home so he could have someone to play with in the back yard. In the sprinkler, of course! Cirrus was out of school on July 1st and they had ONE fun weekend in the sprinkler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday was the 4th of July and they played outside most of the day. Then at night we watched our fireworks and anyone elses we could see, with my Mom &amp;amp; Dad. Our neighbors kids came over to watch with us. Just after our last one, (which is Crimsel's and my favorite, 'the Carnival' fountain) all the kids started lifting each other up and running around. I looked over at them and saw a boy, that was carrying Crimsel, fall over. Jon and my mom said they heard something crack. All I heard was my son whining/yelling/screaming. Which means something was wrong. It was a bit of an event. We missed the Insta Care by 10 minutes and ended up in the ER. He broke his leg. Can't put ANY weight on it at all. I take him in to Primary Children's on Wednesday (which was July 13th) to find out what's going to happen. Poor boy, only got ONE weekend of summer fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5M8kTQM1Qw/TiIsCuhXbeI/AAAAAAAABKs/8Y1vXNjhJsk/s1600/6-11to7-11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630110909525880290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5M8kTQM1Qw/TiIsCuhXbeI/AAAAAAAABKs/8Y1vXNjhJsk/s200/6-11to7-11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Primary Children's on Wednesday and Crimsel got a cast. He is suppose to try walking on it, but doesn't want to. He'll have it removed on the 17th of August. Which is really good, because school starts on the 22nd of August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imlCS_Nt018/TiIsCcfkxBI/AAAAAAAABKk/CZ9-SHnj9n4/s1600/july%2B15-16%2B2011%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630110904686527506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imlCS_Nt018/TiIsCcfkxBI/AAAAAAAABKk/CZ9-SHnj9n4/s200/july%2B15-16%2B2011%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can You Guess Where He's At???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4696834241279956123?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4696834241279956123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4696834241279956123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4696834241279956123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4696834241279956123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/07/ok-way-time-for-update-more-july.html' title='Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (more July)'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5M8kTQM1Qw/TiIsCuhXbeI/AAAAAAAABKs/8Y1vXNjhJsk/s72-c/6-11to7-11%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5870385656412437571</id><published>2011-07-16T09:37:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:27:03.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (June &amp; some July)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUNE = On Saturday, June 4th Cirrus was Baptised, and Confirmed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oP65Y0d3dh4/TiHQ8FC6TJI/AAAAAAAABFs/42mi2oo2yDs/s1600/_MG_6893_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630010739754945682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oP65Y0d3dh4/TiHQ8FC6TJI/AAAAAAAABFs/42mi2oo2yDs/s320/_MG_6893_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElDjhgU7BmQ/TiHQ8b6SeEI/AAAAAAAABF0/QUFMgyY04yA/s1600/_MG_6883_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630010745892796482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElDjhgU7BmQ/TiHQ8b6SeEI/AAAAAAAABF0/QUFMgyY04yA/s320/_MG_6883_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRlY1gZuzgo/TiHRtMoWLEI/AAAAAAAABF8/Xalb7DDk5YM/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630011583604599874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRlY1gZuzgo/TiHRtMoWLEI/AAAAAAAABF8/Xalb7DDk5YM/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone is ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wIo9kCYtZs/TiHRtYuncEI/AAAAAAAABGE/SVu-_U38L6c/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630011586852122690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wIo9kCYtZs/TiHRtYuncEI/AAAAAAAABGE/SVu-_U38L6c/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CaixnjzQPg/TiHRtpkunpI/AAAAAAAABGM/eO8axh3yhkA/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630011591374053010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CaixnjzQPg/TiHRtpkunpI/AAAAAAAABGM/eO8axh3yhkA/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw06zRe8wm8/TiHRtxxCoOI/AAAAAAAABGU/shFeEk1IG2o/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630011593573179618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw06zRe8wm8/TiHRtxxCoOI/AAAAAAAABGU/shFeEk1IG2o/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IRGCjn77GA/TiHRuFL792I/AAAAAAAABGc/DeKeKOvDhl8/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630011598786262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IRGCjn77GA/TiHRuFL792I/AAAAAAAABGc/DeKeKOvDhl8/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the Stake Center. Cirrus and Daddy (who Baptised her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOUrULrZFIU/TiHSmsJbhUI/AAAAAAAABGk/nIeemRBrnjM/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012571317404994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOUrULrZFIU/TiHSmsJbhUI/AAAAAAAABGk/nIeemRBrnjM/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbcnD_U8Epk/TiHSnX5hwpI/AAAAAAAABGs/HQORT2CzyYg/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012583061865106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbcnD_U8Epk/TiHSnX5hwpI/AAAAAAAABGs/HQORT2CzyYg/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Primary Teacher, Todd Rogers (who spoke on the Holy Ghost). With Ms. Michelle Farmer (she was Cirrus' kindergarten teacher), who sang 'What Heaven Sees In You'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKgARIWpJ3E/TiHSnispGDI/AAAAAAAABG0/uOJ2KSPouzE/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012585960609842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKgARIWpJ3E/TiHSnispGDI/AAAAAAAABG0/uOJ2KSPouzE/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo3HHAz3ZTw/TiHSn_aKvKI/AAAAAAAABG8/RYQ-pSLP8Oo/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630012593667751074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo3HHAz3ZTw/TiHSn_aKvKI/AAAAAAAABG8/RYQ-pSLP8Oo/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Grandpa Christman, who was a witness. With Uncle Dirk, who was a witness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8T2Qv78gpzA/TiHTOkXXFbI/AAAAAAAABHE/sSkECqoHNB0/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630013256423118258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8T2Qv78gpzA/TiHTOkXXFbI/AAAAAAAABHE/sSkECqoHNB0/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5E9FRxRNg4c/TiHTOy6VjMI/AAAAAAAABHM/KOM28esekBw/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630013260327914690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5E9FRxRNg4c/TiHTOy6VjMI/AAAAAAAABHM/KOM28esekBw/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Family and the curls just before. Brother and no more curls after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BI_dnD-vWjA/TiHTPO-qRlI/AAAAAAAABHU/uMGAkrpeoHo/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630013267862242898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BI_dnD-vWjA/TiHTPO-qRlI/AAAAAAAABHU/uMGAkrpeoHo/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Ji4-QCnBs/TiHTPjzDadI/AAAAAAAABHc/eMz_-JJ8SK4/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630013273450703314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Ji4-QCnBs/TiHTPjzDadI/AAAAAAAABHc/eMz_-JJ8SK4/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cake, Pictures, and signing book at luncheon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPUB9rnXNlM/TiHTP4ZjvTI/AAAAAAAABHk/XI6p0TK89Tc/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630013278980914482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPUB9rnXNlM/TiHTP4ZjvTI/AAAAAAAABHk/XI6p0TK89Tc/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6VoozD5NQ_4/TiHUHj5QJSI/AAAAAAAABHs/68J3b9McvT0/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630014235549377826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6VoozD5NQ_4/TiHUHj5QJSI/AAAAAAAABHs/68J3b9McvT0/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus and Best Friend Aimee. Opa, Keith who Confirmed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQO56C1HzXc/TiHUH5BxAOI/AAAAAAAABH0/DY3zzLMI2-I/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630014241222230242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQO56C1HzXc/TiHUH5BxAOI/AAAAAAAABH0/DY3zzLMI2-I/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DNR1VdKA6Y/TiHUIbQe_5I/AAAAAAAABH8/80YQKMlVN-g/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630014250410770322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DNR1VdKA6Y/TiHUIbQe_5I/AAAAAAAABH8/80YQKMlVN-g/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the End of School Play for Cirrus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Wizard of OZ" She was one of the Lullaby Girls. They give Dorthy flowers. Our camera does not work well at all in the gym at their school. So, I'm sharing the best ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus in the middle next to Ellisa, Serriah, and Jordan. Cirrus on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh8hPn8_624/TiHUJA-ix-I/AAAAAAAABIM/9DfyBSjNWIo/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630014260536068066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh8hPn8_624/TiHUJA-ix-I/AAAAAAAABIM/9DfyBSjNWIo/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoA4A_kWM60/TiHUInY16yI/AAAAAAAABIE/7N6wM3AGvho/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630014253667052322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoA4A_kWM60/TiHUInY16yI/AAAAAAAABIE/7N6wM3AGvho/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gal pal fixing Tutu. I love these two! Silly girl making faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzKHq2_FmGY/TiHVFZ5m2hI/AAAAAAAABIU/nIaERqPrAn8/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630015298018400786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzKHq2_FmGY/TiHVFZ5m2hI/AAAAAAAABIU/nIaERqPrAn8/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFYR5Mdlf5Q/TiHVFrILskI/AAAAAAAABIc/4FU4D50t8gQ/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630015302642938434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFYR5Mdlf5Q/TiHVFrILskI/AAAAAAAABIc/4FU4D50t8gQ/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All done Awesome Job! She was so great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAe8ARoNM6Q/TiHVF4BmGAI/AAAAAAAABIk/6eCt-KLU_A0/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630015306104969218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAe8ARoNM6Q/TiHVF4BmGAI/AAAAAAAABIk/6eCt-KLU_A0/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kTeTaM8mE8/TiHVGc9u3lI/AAAAAAAABIs/9fFEDLPMqps/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630015316020878930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kTeTaM8mE8/TiHVGc9u3lI/AAAAAAAABIs/9fFEDLPMqps/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DmR9vvhWSg/TiHVG2Y-HhI/AAAAAAAABI0/VWbsi-wmi3s/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630015322846010898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DmR9vvhWSg/TiHVG2Y-HhI/AAAAAAAABI0/VWbsi-wmi3s/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next was cleaning day The dumpsters came. Jon and the kids cleaned out the back corner of our yard of broken branches and such. Now, it's one of the funnest places for the kids to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIMqyGPPCH8/TiHV4CXeVuI/AAAAAAAABI8/IK5q6ZAVEao/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630016167874549474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIMqyGPPCH8/TiHV4CXeVuI/AAAAAAAABI8/IK5q6ZAVEao/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggqxXx30P7k/TiHV4pzaznI/AAAAAAAABJE/MSDz8d9-xYY/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630016178460741234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggqxXx30P7k/TiHV4pzaznI/AAAAAAAABJE/MSDz8d9-xYY/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was Cowpolk week at school, so Cirrus dressed up the last two days.The kids had some sidewalk chalk fun and this is how Xani came in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2HhFNjad1w/TiHV45YRwfI/AAAAAAAABJM/VSkXRfNTDx4/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630016182641869298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2HhFNjad1w/TiHV45YRwfI/AAAAAAAABJM/VSkXRfNTDx4/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jhn1DNkAw7A/TiHV5Cbmq4I/AAAAAAAABJU/NDs-lAP6D_s/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630016185071741826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jhn1DNkAw7A/TiHV5Cbmq4I/AAAAAAAABJU/NDs-lAP6D_s/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel's Last Day of School Program...He was a monkey. And Xani embarrassed him with a kiss. He sang 'Five Little Monkeys' he was the fifth, and got to yell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Missed me, missed me now you've gotta kiss me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCKHXWstq28/TiHV5sc2ESI/AAAAAAAABJc/6zRWxy3L2D8/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630016196351234338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCKHXWstq28/TiHV5sc2ESI/AAAAAAAABJc/6zRWxy3L2D8/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeQ7EGhBRtY/TiHWoaNFGKI/AAAAAAAABJk/S8sVMcLC8Tc/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630016998907123874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeQ7EGhBRtY/TiHWoaNFGKI/AAAAAAAABJk/S8sVMcLC8Tc/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjJVDPtenGo/TiHWohcA7aI/AAAAAAAABJs/PkTug9Rw-1g/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017000848813474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjJVDPtenGo/TiHWohcA7aI/AAAAAAAABJs/PkTug9Rw-1g/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel and our family favorite (kindergarten) teacher Ms. Farmer. She's even wearing the new earrings Crimsel just had to give her. My Mom is a school teacher and has taught her kids to show appreciation to our teachers. I agree that they deserve it. So, Crimsel gave Ms. Farmer some teacher stuff, stickers, and the special earrings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAUh6J24ZUU/TiHWpOIk3tI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LTbl23SYhdY/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017012846878418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAUh6J24ZUU/TiHWpOIk3tI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LTbl23SYhdY/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JULY 1st = Cirrus had one week left of school after Crimsel got out. I went to help out on the last day. Cirrus gave Mrs. Tanner some teacher stuff, flower magnets, and potted flowers. Which Mrs. Tanner said she needed for her "large empty front porch". Then Mrs. Tanner handed out some awards. A little info - the 2nd grade had a talent show. Parents weren't invited, but could come. I had no way to get there, so I didn't go. When planning for it Cirrus told me she wanted to do Karate'. She doesn't know Karate'. So, to make sure my kid doesn't get embarrassed I tried to convince her not to do anything. Bad me!! No kidding! She decided to sing 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow' with a friend. Which she knew from the play they did. Her whole class told me how great she can sing. I am so sorry I missed it. Her award was 'Being a Great Singer'. The entire class agreed 'she deserved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kE5rJ_Ws5BY/TiHXMPWtNwI/AAAAAAAABJ8/SaKQ9OJyUHQ/s1600/6-11to7-11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017614470002434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kE5rJ_Ws5BY/TiHXMPWtNwI/AAAAAAAABJ8/SaKQ9OJyUHQ/s200/6-11to7-11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TF_SJ2J4jwo/TiHXMutmfdI/AAAAAAAABKE/RqCFwfaPC14/s1600/6-11to7-11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017622887529938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TF_SJ2J4jwo/TiHXMutmfdI/AAAAAAAABKE/RqCFwfaPC14/s200/6-11to7-11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hl0e8-5EcI/TiHXMxy7zVI/AAAAAAAABKM/aWJGqmK8gxo/s1600/6-11to7-11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017623715204434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hl0e8-5EcI/TiHXMxy7zVI/AAAAAAAABKM/aWJGqmK8gxo/s200/6-11to7-11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5870385656412437571?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5870385656412437571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5870385656412437571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5870385656412437571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5870385656412437571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/07/ok-way-time-for-update-june-some-july.html' title='Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (June &amp; some July)'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oP65Y0d3dh4/TiHQ8FC6TJI/AAAAAAAABFs/42mi2oo2yDs/s72-c/_MG_6893_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-151306708043780755</id><published>2011-07-15T15:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T17:21:13.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (May)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAY = If you ever watch Studio 5 they had a Live Audience show. I went with my aunt and cousins. It was a show to celebrate Motherhood. We had so much fun and even got some free stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-be1CfbDS4cg/TiDHiMBFsBI/AAAAAAAABDk/X1_JQm02ZUg/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629718924368392210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-be1CfbDS4cg/TiDHiMBFsBI/AAAAAAAABDk/X1_JQm02ZUg/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pic of my Handsome Hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxdgRkfQO58/TiDHis6i6DI/AAAAAAAABDs/p4LLfqWQFNw/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629718933199317042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxdgRkfQO58/TiDHis6i6DI/AAAAAAAABDs/p4LLfqWQFNw/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my baby girl who wanted me to pretend to sleep with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zmj-_I-r6jM/TiDHi1skRVI/AAAAAAAABD0/PNnHMtNuBcE/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629718935556605266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zmj-_I-r6jM/TiDHi1skRVI/AAAAAAAABD0/PNnHMtNuBcE/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few pics of how to do Cirrus' hair for her Baptism Pictures. She decided to have ringlets. Then just before we left she wanted it brushed out. Then got so upset about the poodle look that we sprayed it down a little, pulled back the top flattened layer and TADA. It looked so good. The Pictures are later on with her Baptism day info (next post).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9WLUmf969o/TiDHjHd5idI/AAAAAAAABD8/Ydprkn0TGcw/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629718940326922706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9WLUmf969o/TiDHjHd5idI/AAAAAAAABD8/Ydprkn0TGcw/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svv84Ax6O_I/TiDHjq46BvI/AAAAAAAABEE/KvwEH20Qm7s/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629718949835441906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svv84Ax6O_I/TiDHjq46BvI/AAAAAAAABEE/KvwEH20Qm7s/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylM7gGp_-o4/TiDI8lr1NNI/AAAAAAAABEM/eVP4baxbWj4/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629720477446780114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylM7gGp_-o4/TiDI8lr1NNI/AAAAAAAABEM/eVP4baxbWj4/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus' fun Birthday.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night before we surprised the kids and took them to dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Cirrus has been talking about eating there since my birthday in January. She really wanted to have her own glass from there. Funny, because she only drank half of the drink and didn't want anyone else to have the rest. After dinner we completely surprised them by taking them to see 'Kung Foo Panda 2' in 3D. They LOVED the movie! We did too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On her Birthday, she woke up really early, then woke up her brother and told him to wake us up. She was pretending to be waking up for us. I think she is so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got a Barbie Fairy from her Brother and Sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a card with pictures of the books she would be getting in a couple of weeks. Poor girl, we just couldn't get them there in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osZkRq7Kgdk/TiDI9PXcmhI/AAAAAAAABEU/NQEjJ0vWcKE/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629720488635570706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osZkRq7Kgdk/TiDI9PXcmhI/AAAAAAAABEU/NQEjJ0vWcKE/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aEZdOHyYSQ/TiDI9QpOjSI/AAAAAAAABEc/cG43mgVrLQk/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629720488978582818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aEZdOHyYSQ/TiDI9QpOjSI/AAAAAAAABEc/cG43mgVrLQk/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kK7lqSAN6o/TiDI958VZ6I/AAAAAAAABEk/boR0dgIza58/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629720500064577442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kK7lqSAN6o/TiDI958VZ6I/AAAAAAAABEk/boR0dgIza58/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the car to go to IKEA to have dinner and shopping fun with Opa &amp;amp; Oma. I gave Cirrus and Crimsel my old sunglasses since I didn't want them anymore. I told Crimsel that his are really boy sunglasses. I didn't have any other pairs for Xanthisa and she really had to have some too. Daddy gave her the 3D kids glasses from the night before. She was so thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omR_JVOK10s/TiDI-YWD5TI/AAAAAAAABEs/LBhIKEcrqOA/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629720508225545522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omR_JVOK10s/TiDI-YWD5TI/AAAAAAAABEs/LBhIKEcrqOA/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we went to Opa &amp;amp; Oma's for Birthday Cake. Here are the guys getting the cake ready. And...TADA! The Cake! My friend Jill made it, and it was so yummy. Blowing out the candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KasG7pD2dIo/TiDKWNbFMXI/AAAAAAAABE0/6MruaoZfvZo/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629722017122300274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KasG7pD2dIo/TiDKWNbFMXI/AAAAAAAABE0/6MruaoZfvZo/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLADgzkRA6k/TiDKWWJAsDI/AAAAAAAABE8/3nPykfXJXqg/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629722019462426674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLADgzkRA6k/TiDKWWJAsDI/AAAAAAAABE8/3nPykfXJXqg/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKYnpkvyMoA/TiDKWuSpTuI/AAAAAAAABFE/QUOrfe8bqgw/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629722025945288418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKYnpkvyMoA/TiDKWuSpTuI/AAAAAAAABFE/QUOrfe8bqgw/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A silly little Xani &amp;amp; Crimsel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNzQqbA8fDU/TiDKXABzs1I/AAAAAAAABFM/FG-8a4L9QKQ/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629722030706504530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNzQqbA8fDU/TiDKXABzs1I/AAAAAAAABFM/FG-8a4L9QKQ/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuiTIl1QN1s/TiDKXUlVYcI/AAAAAAAABFU/NIiJslLFy_A/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629722036224221634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuiTIl1QN1s/TiDKXUlVYcI/AAAAAAAABFU/NIiJslLFy_A/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At home with the gifts from Opa &amp;amp; Oma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A56FOPdsvY/TiDLCMokakI/AAAAAAAABFc/NouUQC_B2q0/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629722772824681026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A56FOPdsvY/TiDLCMokakI/AAAAAAAABFc/NouUQC_B2q0/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A funny mustache girl with her babies. She was so proud to show me her babies. She didn't even know she had a mustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnBpYFpvCYY/TiDLCWLQnKI/AAAAAAAABFk/o-r2hoxP0kQ/s1600/may-june%2B2011%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629722775386102946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnBpYFpvCYY/TiDLCWLQnKI/AAAAAAAABFk/o-r2hoxP0kQ/s200/may-june%2B2011%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-151306708043780755?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/151306708043780755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=151306708043780755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/151306708043780755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/151306708043780755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/07/ok-way-time-for-update-may-june.html' title='Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (May)'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-be1CfbDS4cg/TiDHiMBFsBI/AAAAAAAABDk/X1_JQm02ZUg/s72-c/may-june%2B2011%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7861957528216730027</id><published>2011-07-13T15:54:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:13:47.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (March &amp; April)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I couldn't post my total update. I tried the copy/paste thing, it didn't work. Then I printed it out and found out it was 12 pages long. Well, then I guess I will just do month to month. Here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I went through a 'pregnancy tantrum'. "Boo Hoo! Poor me! Noone would comment on my blog, so I'm not going to blog till someone does." Wow, That was so dumb! Now I have so much, I do mean sooo much to share. Now I know that most of you who do read this little thing already know most of this info. So, I hope you enjoy till you get to the new stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARCH = Here's a pic of Crimsel's 'Everyday Hero'. His Teacher Ms. Farmer does that for each kids birthday. You can refer to 'Happy Birthday Crimsel' post March 7, 2011 to find out what I'm writing about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKthVkfNsIQ/Th4kTWH3e4I/AAAAAAAABDc/ayqL2LxK21Y/s1600/10-10to3-11%2B166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628976499034389378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKthVkfNsIQ/Th4kTWH3e4I/AAAAAAAABDc/ayqL2LxK21Y/s200/10-10to3-11%2B166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Also, Cirrus had a class play 'One Fish Two Fish' by Dr. Seuss. Here she is sitting next to a classmate. He was the Old Fish, she was the New Fish. See the doll in the stroller.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2m1vEh80Fs/Th4jTL61MgI/AAAAAAAABC0/NFsaStGOZZQ/s1600/10-10to3-11%2B167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628975396783731202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2m1vEh80Fs/Th4jTL61MgI/AAAAAAAABC0/NFsaStGOZZQ/s200/10-10to3-11%2B167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRIL = Jon &amp;amp; Emma have been Married for 9 glorious years on the 13th. We stayed at The Anniversary Inn since next year we'll most likely just go out for dinner. You know, the baby, nursing and what not. It wasn't as glamorous as other times. But, they gave us about half back, because of the problems. Just a huge bit of advice, if the room is dirty or things are broken, call the office as soon as you find out. They WILL change your room. My handsome Hubby convinced me that they wouldn't and asked me to not complain. I couldn't sleep well and complained the next morning. Hence the partial refund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2m1vEh80Fs/Th4jTL61MgI/AAAAAAAABC0/NFsaStGOZZQ/s1600/10-10to3-11%2B167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my Piggy Tail Girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBHmsBLZZsw/Th4jTaeszhI/AAAAAAAABC8/-ATtTsXe_MI/s1600/4-11to5-11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628975400692272658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBHmsBLZZsw/Th4jTaeszhI/AAAAAAAABC8/-ATtTsXe_MI/s200/4-11to5-11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Egg Hunt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nd8hDI0GsQ/Th4jT4MojiI/AAAAAAAABDE/JXDZSEW1brM/s1600/4-11to5-11%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628975408669560354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nd8hDI0GsQ/Th4jT4MojiI/AAAAAAAABDE/JXDZSEW1brM/s200/4-11to5-11%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now the drum roll for the long haired boy. I didn't realize how long it really was till I saw these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1cgFcsDiVI/Th4jUIwPdtI/AAAAAAAABDM/_fTx_XX36wc/s1600/4-11to5-11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628975413113878226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1cgFcsDiVI/Th4jUIwPdtI/AAAAAAAABDM/_fTx_XX36wc/s200/4-11to5-11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the reveal....a hair cut. Wow, what a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cY4Q2YI18_A/Th4jUUxxKcI/AAAAAAAABDU/qrTY-XwnGSU/s1600/4-11to5-11%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628975416341506498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cY4Q2YI18_A/Th4jUUxxKcI/AAAAAAAABDU/qrTY-XwnGSU/s200/4-11to5-11%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These Pictures are also Easter Sunday Clothes and Mother's Day Pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZKbXZImKWk/Th4eMtaV_QI/AAAAAAAABB8/XwtTw4l2EY8/s1600/4-11to5-11%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628969787957050626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZKbXZImKWk/Th4eMtaV_QI/AAAAAAAABB8/XwtTw4l2EY8/s200/4-11to5-11%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOHF4Ahl-MA/Th4eM0EZ6gI/AAAAAAAABCE/6bywbYNLhFI/s1600/4-11to5-11%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628969789744081410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOHF4Ahl-MA/Th4eM0EZ6gI/AAAAAAAABCE/6bywbYNLhFI/s200/4-11to5-11%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYE5QhDD1io/Th4eNf1uAKI/AAAAAAAABCM/ZJ6I496Zde0/s1600/4-11to5-11%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628969801493643426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYE5QhDD1io/Th4eNf1uAKI/AAAAAAAABCM/ZJ6I496Zde0/s200/4-11to5-11%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Post May/ June....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7861957528216730027?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7861957528216730027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7861957528216730027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7861957528216730027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7861957528216730027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/07/ok-way-time-for-update-march-april.html' title='Ok, Way Time For An UPDATE! (March &amp; April)'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKthVkfNsIQ/Th4kTWH3e4I/AAAAAAAABDc/ayqL2LxK21Y/s72-c/10-10to3-11%2B166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3113352536065415690</id><published>2011-03-16T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:59:29.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The UltraSound!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's a .............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, we can't tell you yet. First, I want you all to read a little story.&lt;br /&gt;Last month, just after Valentines Day, Crimsel came home from school and said he had something for me.&lt;br /&gt;ME: OK! What is it?&lt;br /&gt;He said "I can't give it to you until the baby is born."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? Is it for the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Him: No. It's so you'll know that I am special.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Well, if the baby is a boy.......&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you think that if the baby is a boy we wont need you any more?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Uh-huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my heart broke! So, I went on to let him know how special he is to me and our family. Told him stories about things he's done that make him very special. He then gave me the symmetrically heart shaped butterfly that he made in class for Valentine's Day. It was perfect! He is now so excited to be a big brother. That is why I had to post his Birthday separate from this post. When he saw it he was a very happy little boy. So, now.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584784226427522466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7K7rOyryrxY/TYEjqhtqzaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/XoHKdMNj-K4/s400/baby%2B2011%2B001%2Bcrop.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultrasound! The Doc. asked me if I had any concerns. I said that I'm not feeling much movement. He said he'd check it out. The reason for less sickness this pregnancy, and feeling less, is because my placenta is right behind my bellybutton. Who knew? Just get that kid stuck to the front of my belly and not much sickness. Wow, If I had all the control! Actually, I made a promise to Heavenly Father that if he just let my last pregnancy go well I wouldn't have anymore kids. Yes, that could have meant 12 more kids, but for me it meant that was the best way he could let me know that that was enof for our family. My little baby Waved twice to us and seemed to either chew at us or was trying to say something. On the Whole....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is very cute! Yes, we're having a boy! No doubts at all, he's all boy. Jon told me that we couldn't be that lucky to have girl-boy-girl and then another boy. So, I just waited, not worrying just hoping. Then was so thrilled to know. So, I think my family is so blessed! Not that we're better than anyone. It's just that I know everyone is where they're suppose to be and have what they're suppose to have. I really can't tell you how much I wanted 2 boy's. I don't know why. I just really wanted 2 boys. And, I feel like my family is all here. I also feel like all the plans I had for my family, I can start working on them now. You know, it's like my child baring years were a trial and a down time. Now it feels like the Lord is telling me "Sweetheart, you're ready and now's the time for all that we planned." I have the few months before our boy will be here and of course the nursing months. But, really that is not that long at all. I admire all you women and mothers who have it much more together than I do. You all are inspirations and blessings in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3113352536065415690?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3113352536065415690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3113352536065415690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3113352536065415690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3113352536065415690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/03/ultrasound.html' title='The UltraSound!!!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7K7rOyryrxY/TYEjqhtqzaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/XoHKdMNj-K4/s72-c/baby%2B2011%2B001%2Bcrop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3618171316437285990</id><published>2011-03-07T10:50:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:03:49.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Crimsel!!!</title><content type='html'>He turned 6 on Thursday! And did we have a couple of fun days. Yes, we did! He didn't have school, and we were going to 'THE ULTRASOUND', so we kept Cirrus home from school too. I made muffins for breakfast. That's what he asked for the night before. Every time I asked him he changed his mind. 'Well, my favorite is oatmeal. My favorite is cereal. My favorite is muffins.' So, I stuck with muffins since it was the last thing he said. We woke him up with a flaming candle on his muffin, sang to him and he opened his presents. No time to play with them though, we had to get to an ultrasound. Since we decided to make this our last baby. I invited my Mom and Dad to come and see, with us, what the baby will be. We had lots of fun in that tiny room 1 doctor, 4 Adults and 3 wiggly kids. (Oh, I mean 4 &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; wiggly kids.) After that my Mom let us choose which quilt top we wanted her to use for the baby's blanket she will make. Then Homeward we went. Daddy went off to work, we ate another muffin and went over to our friends house so the kids could play. Back at home the girls and I made his Birthday cake. It didn't turn out so good, but Crimsel was happy I tried. The last two cakes I made ended badly, so I think I need to take a class. Well, My parents came over for cake, we sang and he got a cool Nerf dart gun. That night he made all the darts stick on the dishwasher. The next day Xani started pulling them off and he got mad. He put them there and that was where they have to stay. I can't believe I had to explain, that he couldn't play with the darts if they were all stuck to the dishwasher, and that a dart gun with no darts isn't as fun. Anyways, back to school on Friday. First Crimsel had his &lt;em&gt;'Everyday Hero'. &lt;/em&gt;That's what his class does for their Birthdays. They share their favorite colors, food, story, and who his hero is. So, here's what I remember.....Colors: Orange, Blue, and Red (that morning he also added Green). Food: Pizza (earlier he named about four others, I think he just likes food in general.) Story: Oh, the Thinks You can Think! By Dr. Seuss (Their Teacher read the story to the class) His Hero: Mom and Dad, because they're nice, and daddy works hard and Mommy helps me get ready for school. They also get to share pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, his class got to come with us to Cirrus' class 'Dr. Seuss play'. It was lots of fun to watch. Her Teacher kept saying 'I don't know what happened. We really did practice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then school was over and we went shopping. One thing we decided to get was the gift we wanted to get Crimsel but couldn't in time. It was funny to me that he didn't even notice it in the cart or when we brought it in the house. So, we shouted 'Surprise' and gave it to him. He has been enjoying all his gifts. Thanks to everyone who called and made his day so special!! He's my Little Man and I love him!! Happy Birthday Crimsel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to add in the pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3618171316437285990?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3618171316437285990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3618171316437285990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3618171316437285990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3618171316437285990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-crimsel.html' title='Happy Birthday Crimsel!!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-8527535768783272918</id><published>2011-01-29T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:24:01.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby stuff</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm farther than I thought! Last night I was watching some TV and BAM. What the? I just got kicked from the inside. I look down at my belly and BAM, again. And, I saw it. I'm not a huge fan of something kicking, hitting, and rolling in my belly, 'cause when they get going it kind of makes me fell sick. Or I'm trying to sleep. But yes, I am happy that my baby is active. I just didn't expect it so soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-8527535768783272918?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8527535768783272918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=8527535768783272918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8527535768783272918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8527535768783272918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-stuff.html' title='Baby stuff'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6300794584034771764</id><published>2011-01-24T15:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:45:05.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's happening Again</title><content type='html'>A new baby! The ticker's on the side, and I'm feeling OK so far! This one's odd for me. I am constantly hungry. Within an hour of eating I feel like I haven't eaten all day, and feel like I'm going to *BLAH* if I don't eat soon. I eat ALOT smaller meals. Like one of those lean cuisine meals. I eat just over half and I'm full. But, then in an hour I'm hungry again. I swear I'm eating 15 times a day just to keep from going *BLAH*. On top of that I had a bad cold on new years and last week I got strep. luckily the strep didn't spread to the family. Now that I feel a bit better it's a fight between my head and my body. Get up move! No I'm tired! Back and forth, back and forth. Oh, it's annoying! I've been sick since just after Christmas. And boy does it look like it. Atleast all the wrapping paper has gone to it's resting place. But, some of those boxes just can't find their way out of this house. Laundry, dishes, laundry, dishes, and oh yeah put away Christmas decor. But a little ice cream first! Hehehe! In 6 and a half months my body will be mine! Hahahaha! Oh, if I didn't tell you this baby is going to be our last. That should explain the last comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6300794584034771764?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6300794584034771764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6300794584034771764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6300794584034771764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6300794584034771764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-its-happening-again.html' title='Well, it&apos;s happening Again'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-2343984012614359629</id><published>2010-11-22T11:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:03:39.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TOq-apCUY3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/hyYg9aa-voY/s1600/july-aug%2B2010%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542451656334271346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TOq-apCUY3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/hyYg9aa-voY/s400/july-aug%2B2010%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something funny our oldest started when she was little. She'd tell me 'I love you!' Once I asked her how much and she said '3'. 'What? 3? Um, OK, I love you 3 too!' Then she told Daddy she loved him 6. Ah man I only got a 3! Some night's it was what ever number she thought of. Other nights she thought about it and seemed to decide what we were worth that night. And the higher she learned to count the the bigger the number, to impress us she would say 'I love you 100!' Our boy started in on it too and it became the way we said we loved each other. We haven't said it regularly for a while now and just a second ago my boy said 'I love you 250!' What a cute kid to remember. I think we should start saying it again. It makes it fun and meaningful to our family to say we love each other that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-2343984012614359629?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2343984012614359629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=2343984012614359629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2343984012614359629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2343984012614359629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-kids.html' title='Funny kids'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TOq-apCUY3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/hyYg9aa-voY/s72-c/july-aug%2B2010%2B041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-2628677871090883340</id><published>2010-10-12T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:27:30.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready</title><content type='html'>To get going again. Wow! That was one sad week. Well, I did decided any encouragement I get I need to absorb. It gets me up and happily moving. When I focus on all the good things people say I feel stronger and I don't really hear or see any of the negative things. On Wed. the kids are off track. So, on Monday I'm going to start walking up to the church and doing a workout with the ladies in my ward, since I wont be walking Crimsel to school for a month. It's only 3 days a week. I know I can do that. And I just got a 10 lb Challenge bracelet free from the Dr. Oz Show web site. I didn't even sign up for the challenge (I feel safer not doing that), but I'm working on the challenge already. So, I though 'What the Hay?' Why not get more encouragement?' Here I go!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-2628677871090883340?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2628677871090883340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=2628677871090883340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2628677871090883340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2628677871090883340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m ready'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3571842418099462954</id><published>2010-10-07T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:25:43.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Me</title><content type='html'>I pray for 'the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DESIRE TO DO&lt;/span&gt; the work', 'the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEDICATION AND DEVOTION TO&lt;/span&gt; the work', and 'the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DETERMINATION TO FINISH&lt;/span&gt; the work'.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have to remind myself constantly to pray for this because, when I don't everything falls apart. Like this week. I'm not going into details, just sharing the way I feel. LONELY! TIRED! &amp;amp; SAD! So, I have and am going to take this week off. To get the extra sleep that I, right now, desperately need. Also, to get things pulled back together so I can do what I need to. Like I've heard so many times. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'You can only be strong for so long. Take time out to cry. When your done be done with it. Then you can be strong once more.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3571842418099462954?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3571842418099462954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3571842418099462954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3571842418099462954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3571842418099462954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-for-me.html' title='Just for Me'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-9207866731649558526</id><published>2010-10-03T13:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:03:20.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I didn't go, at all, as planned. I woke up at 6am to pee, then went back to bed. What? Why didn't I stay up and go to the gym? Then I woke up at 9:45am. Ah, man! OK! Ill go in between Conferences. Oh, yah! Crimsel has a friends Party to go to @ 12. Why can't I find any clothes? Where are your sandals? Fine here are some socks! Put your shoes on! PLEASE? Would you just get your shoes on? What is that in your hair? 'Yogurt!' Rolling my eyes. Are you kidding me? Jon can you help me? 'With what?' Crimsel has yogurt in his hair and I still need to find some things so I can go. 'What do you want me to do?' Are you kidding me? Crimsel's hair has yogurt in it. I need to get some other stuff. Please help! 'Yeah, so why don't you just tell me what you want me to do.' (Grrr! The difference between men and women.) Will you please clean out Crimsel's hair? Oh, great it's 1:15pm I can't go to the gym now. Well, actually I can they have TVs on every treadmill. 'Well you can't go unless you can listen to conference.' Fine I wont go. Wait! I think I can plug headphones into it. Where are my head phones? This just isn't working out. Come on Crimsel! We gotta go. I drop him off, and go home. I have to pick him up in a half an hour. So, I looked for head phones, and only found my wireless ones, that go with my lost  MP3 player. (It's funny to me because they do have a wire connecting the ear buds together.) Well found the MP3 player. That's good! 2pm Go get Crimsel. Come home watch afternoon Conference and that's that. At 5:30pm Jon needs to get ready to go to Priesthood Conference. Then my family gets together after to talk about what the men liked, and we eat banana splits. We got home just after 11pm. Kids went to bed. Jon and I watched 'Dr. Who', Then the last bit of  'SNL'. Then we decided to watch 'No Ordinary Family' from the ABC web sight. Finally bed time. I guess I'm going to have days that just don't allow much. At least I did get a 15 minute walk in with the kids while Jon was at Priesthood Conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-9207866731649558526?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/9207866731649558526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=9207866731649558526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/9207866731649558526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/9207866731649558526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I know....'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5885282985010889296</id><published>2010-10-01T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:17:00.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I know that I can't get discouraged. So, I'm sharing the things that have made me question This Week.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I was one of about 10 people in the gym. After I had been on the treadmill maybe 10 minutes A beautiful fit thin woman got on the treadmill two away from me. I thought "OK there are at least 20 other treadmills you could choose from. Far away from me. Why that one? Is it her regular, or is she hoping she looks better working out next to me?" Then a muscular fit man got on the one in between us. "Are you kidding me? What is this? OK, maybe they're trying to be supportive. Just think that way and you'll be good." I was until leaving the gym, and a woman walking up looked at my belly and started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was awesome the same two people got on treadmills next to me again even though I was farther into the middle. And it felt like a support system.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I was glad to have off. I was sore.&lt;br /&gt;Friday (today) Two things that made me almost cry. One I'm proud of. The other I can't even believe. I walked up the stairs to the bikes and treadmills and as I walked down to the bike end about 3 people gave me looks of disgust. I got a few more the rest of my work out. "What the crap?" The other thing that almost made me cry was the workout. &lt;strong&gt;I finished it&lt;/strong&gt;, in pain, whimpering, but I did it. I'm proud of that!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back tomorrow, 'cause like I said NO EXCUSES , NO LIMITATIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5885282985010889296?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5885282985010889296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5885282985010889296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5885282985010889296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5885282985010889296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5536284679472705134</id><published>2010-09-29T16:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:20:45.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted, and tired. I just want to cry out "I want my Mommy".&lt;br /&gt;A little back story...in 2002 (right before I found out I was pregnant with Cirrus) I signed up at 24 hr Fitness. It was a 'buy one get one free'. So, I signed my hubby up. He never went and never signed any papers, yet we paid them. We canceled it when we moved. Just a few months ago He received a letter stating that there's a legal settlement with 24 hr Fitness. If he would send them his info they'll send him $20.oo, or in a few months they'll give him a 3 month pass at any 24 hr Fitness centers for free. We thought it was a scam, so didn't send out the info they wanted. Well, the pass showed up and I called and found out that it was real. My Hubby signed the pass over to me on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have 3 months! The man's leaving for work as early as 5:30 AM, and doesn't get home till 6 or 7 PM. I can't sleep if I workout at night so, I'm getting up at 3:30AM, try to get to the gym by 4AM, ride a bike for 5 to 10 minutes (as a warm up), stretch, then walk/run 30 minutes. I found a web site that teaches you how to run in 8 weeks, and it's free advice. &lt;a href="http://www.runningplanet.com/training/beginning-runner-program.html"&gt;http://www.runningplanet.com/training/beginning-runner-program.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started!&lt;br /&gt;My plan is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sundays&lt;/strong&gt;-Complete Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mondays&lt;/strong&gt;-Doing the Walk/Run routine somewhere around home (at a track, or up and down the street)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;-Going to Gym doing Walk/Run routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/strong&gt;-Going to Gym doing Walk/Run routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursdays&lt;/strong&gt;-Rest from Walk/Run, can do bike, cardio, or whatever (I'm staying home maybe do workout video)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridays&lt;/strong&gt;-Going to Gym doing Walk/Run routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturdays&lt;/strong&gt;-Going to Gym Doing Walk/Run routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also walking to church every Sunday, because my Hubby works so I don't have a car.&lt;br /&gt;And, I am walking my son to school every Mon.-Thurs. It's a 50 min walk round trip. It's not a brisk walk with the kids, but it has gotten me moving and taught me that I really wish I lived in a society that depended on walking. Only using cars for long distances. I decided that I didn't need to wish, I just needed to do. It was the same attitude that I needed to change about service.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways I realized, with deciding to go to the gym, I needed to come up with a plan for my self for when I get discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NO EXCUSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NO LIMITATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ALL POWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FULL STEAM AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I WILL BECOME FEARLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come in handy. 'I'm tired'-NO EXCUSES, 'My leg hurts'-NO LIMITATIONS, 'I can't do this'-ALL POWER, 'I want to stop'-FULL STEAM AHEAD, and at the end of my workout I realize 'I WILL BECOME FEARLESS'. When I have become fearless I'm getting a shirt with BIG BOLD LETTERS reading &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I AM FEARLESS'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5536284679472705134?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5536284679472705134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5536284679472705134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5536284679472705134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5536284679472705134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-940809169141411381</id><published>2010-08-19T12:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:54:58.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I hope it rains today" we said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TG19MggQwpI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2qkWu1eqkII/s1600/july-aug+2010+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507195573181137554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TG19MggQwpI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2qkWu1eqkII/s400/july-aug+2010+110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it did while we were a walk away from home. A Grand Downpour! I was smart enof to wear a white shirt. The whole way home I can here the baby shouting "MOmmy, MOmmy!". As if it were all my fault she's getting wet. You know what, she does the same thing at home when I squirt her with a spray bottle. Hmm! Maybe I was doing it! Excellent!! Then on the corner just before my house BOOM! Thunder! Crimsel almost jumped right off his bike. I think I'm terrible that I laughed when I saw his reaction. We got in the house, wrapped up in towels, and watched the front window. It was so cool I had to get the camera. It doesn't do it justice. the window looked like someone had a high powered hose on full blast aimed to force it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bbd6d03116b9c8cf" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbd6d03116b9c8cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD50A9AEADCD0AC3C347B2C748A7E35FD82767E5.3CCCBEB44381DD57D054936AE43C0730C4E05D45%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbd6d03116b9c8cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNqOgxpmERnpWrPnMBH69uOE9BkY&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbd6d03116b9c8cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD50A9AEADCD0AC3C347B2C748A7E35FD82767E5.3CCCBEB44381DD57D054936AE43C0730C4E05D45%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbd6d03116b9c8cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNqOgxpmERnpWrPnMBH69uOE9BkY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-940809169141411381?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/940809169141411381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=940809169141411381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/940809169141411381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/940809169141411381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-it-rains-today-we-said.html' title='&quot;I hope it rains today&quot; we said.'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TG19MggQwpI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2qkWu1eqkII/s72-c/july-aug+2010+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-2834116615080056669</id><published>2010-08-14T00:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:09:23.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goals</title><content type='html'>So, if you haven't heard, I started walking in the mornings in June. I get up @ 5AM dress, stretch, then go walking for about 40 minutes, come home eat breakfast then crash till the kids wake me up. Which right now is about 9 or 10 AM. Cirrus starts school on Monday, and Crimsel starts the week after, so I will have to stay up until nap time at 1PM with the baby. I know I can do it I just need to keep at it. It's not at all easy, but I sure sleep better now. I also feel so good about life and am being able to solve problems so much better (without all the stress and migraines that usually come with all my problems). The goal is not some crazy diet, or psychotic exercise ritual. It's just eating healthier foods, taking my time eating during meals (to enjoy my food, to prevent heartburn, and eat reasonable portion sizes), go walking every day, and fit in any extra fun physical activities through the day. In other words &lt;strong&gt;'A HEALTHY - ACTIVE LIFESTYLE'. &lt;/strong&gt;So, here goes everything!!! I know I will! I know I will! I know I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I also though I'd share my new shoes with you. They're running shoes, 'Vibrum FiveFingers'. Jon's Aunt and cousins had them at our family reunion and told us all about them. I needed some new shoes (mine were causing shin splints), so Jon and I decided I could get some. You have to walk in them to wear them in, then when your used to them you can run in them. I decided if I walk in them now I should be running by time I've warn them in. I went walking in them tonight and they are awesome. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505157089544584194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TGY_NJMHPAI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NTn4E5k_GaY/s400/vibrumfivefingerbikila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-2834116615080056669?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2834116615080056669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=2834116615080056669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2834116615080056669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2834116615080056669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-goals.html' title='My Goals'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TGY_NJMHPAI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NTn4E5k_GaY/s72-c/vibrumfivefingerbikila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5855069935912727312</id><published>2010-07-21T18:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:43:09.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family July-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my Hubby's Grandma asked us to write a fun page of family info for the Family History Book I thought I'd post it, cause it was fun to write. And here's a new Family Picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TEeSILttvTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3Y8NBWaerV8/s1600/widdison_photography_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496522539510119730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TEeSILttvTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3Y8NBWaerV8/s400/widdison_photography_012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Emma met at the JSMB (Joseph Smith Memorial Building) where they both worked. Emma a custodian, and Jon a cook. During one of Emma’s breaks she was sitting on the floor, next to her locker, in the basement hall, rubbing her knees when Jon came walking down the hall and said “It looks like you’re doing a whole lot’a nothin’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A year later, when Emma had changed jobs to be a server in catering. Don, Jon’s boss approached her at work one day and asked her if she would ask Jon on a date. She said “No! If he wants to go out with me HE should ASK ME.” Don told her “You two are suppose to get sealed in the Temple.” She said “Oh, really!” while rolling her eyes. Don asked if she would at least give him her number to give to Jon. She did. Jon didn’t call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Don and a few other co-workers of Jon’s, from the kitchen, decided to set them up on a date. Emma came up to the kitchen, said Hi to everyone and asked if Jon was there. They said “Yes, he’s in the office in the back.” As soon as she entered the office they shut the door and wouldn’t let her leave until Jon asked her on a date. Jon just looked at her surprised, because she had just gotten her waist length hair cut up to her chin. Don coached Jon on what to say. So it went a bit like this…Don to Jon in an emphasized way: “Your hair looks nice.” Jon to Emma in a repeated sort of way: “Your hair looks nice.” Emma says: “Thank you!” Then Don again to Jon in the same way: “Would you like to go on a date?” Jon to Emma: “Would you like to go out sometime?” Emma to Jon: “Sure!” Emma to everyone else: “OK Guys, Let me outta here.” Don: “Not until we set this date up. When do you have time off?” Emma: “I don’t know!” Don called Emma’s boss and found out she had Monday off. Jon had it off too. So, they decided to go to lunch on Monday, Nov. 20, 2000. Their second date was on Jan. 1, 2001. Jon lost Emma’s number and track of time. She called him and told him she was going out in 5 minutes whether he was taking her out or not. He showed up. Their third date was on Thursday Jan. 5th. After that if they weren’t at work they were together or on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Oct. 21, 2001 Jon proposed at Emma’s favorite spot on Temple Square without a ring, and again on Nov. 21st in Emma’s Favorite room at the JSMB with the ring. It’s her favorite room because you can see the Temple so beautifully from there. Emma has a crystal from the chandelier she was standing under from when he asked her. She said YES both times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They were sealed on April 13, 2002 in the Salt Lake temple, and yes Don was there.&lt;br /&gt;Now they live in a home in Magna, Utah, and have three beautifully, wonderful, silly kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cirrus Lily is 7, and going into 2nd grade. She will be in the gifted program at school. When she grows up she wants to be a Ballerina Teacher and a Mom. She loves writing notes, and drawing &amp;amp; coloring pictures for her family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crimsel Rocky is 5 and going into Kindergarten. He has already started learning to read. He loves playing games of any sort, video, computer, and board. He’s always moving whether it’s playing with toys, climbing on his parents, or just zooming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xanthisa Rain is 22 months old and loves nursery at church. She sings all the time and reads her books to her baby dolls. She also enjoys playing with her brother and sister. Anyone can tell she wants to be big like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5855069935912727312?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5855069935912727312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5855069935912727312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5855069935912727312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5855069935912727312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-family-july-2010.html' title='Our Family July-2010'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/TEeSILttvTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3Y8NBWaerV8/s72-c/widdison_photography_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4556615133625487865</id><published>2010-05-06T19:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:34:37.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo shop is so fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's last years photo and this years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468331647222018386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S-NqqSKx8VI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_XndN7VFyoE/s400/Easter+2009+back+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468331658309570146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S-Nqq7eQjmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/MRPswyJMTAk/s400/Easter+2010-smaller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ones our favorite. The kids are all natural, except for the boy's cricked neck. He jumped off the couch, not even an hour before, and hit the top of his neck on the couch. The next day we went to the ER and they put him in a neck brace for a week, and I had to message his neck each night (which was very painful). Poor kid! It happen just two weeks after the stitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468334057836019346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S-Ns2mZ8fpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/UmuzNu8l3EY/s320/March-April+2010+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4556615133625487865?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4556615133625487865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4556615133625487865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4556615133625487865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4556615133625487865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-shop-is-so-fun.html' title='photo shop is so fun'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S-NqqSKx8VI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_XndN7VFyoE/s72-c/Easter+2009+back+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3599031978802422611</id><published>2010-04-30T17:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:58:26.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pics 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S9tuaekjzhI/AAAAAAAAAxs/JbsYJipNMLQ/s1600/March-April+2010+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466083973906288146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S9tuaekjzhI/AAAAAAAAAxs/JbsYJipNMLQ/s400/March-April+2010+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S9tuZ9UPXsI/AAAAAAAAAxk/uGGY-tcm_rI/s1600/March-April+2010+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466083964979470018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S9tuZ9UPXsI/AAAAAAAAAxk/uGGY-tcm_rI/s400/March-April+2010+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S9tuY3LWpVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/2Cr1WMOh3rI/s1600/March-April+2010+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466083946151716178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S9tuY3LWpVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/2Cr1WMOh3rI/s400/March-April+2010+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3599031978802422611?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3599031978802422611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3599031978802422611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3599031978802422611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3599031978802422611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-pics-2010.html' title='Easter Pics 2010'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S9tuaekjzhI/AAAAAAAAAxs/JbsYJipNMLQ/s72-c/March-April+2010+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4912874643931958302</id><published>2010-03-18T10:18:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:06:56.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What? S T I T C H E S ? AHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK! So, 5:30 PM on Tues. March 16th, (yes, just two days ago) I was clearing out our garage, (seriously, it's like a packed storage unit). I had a whole bunch of stuff out on the lawn. One of the neighbor kids asked me if I was having a garage sell. Umm, No! The kids were all home from school and were playing with the neighbor kids. Cirrus was two doors down, Xani was in the driveway, and Crimsel was across the street in the back yard. The yard is a long, wood fenced yard and I could see the boys playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I hear, a noise Crimsel makes when Cirrus takes a toy from him. It's a low moaning sound. I saw him walking toward me so I thought he would just come tell me what happened. NOPE! He sat down on the ground, behind the fence. So, I went over to him. Not worried at all. I came up from behind him, when he turned he had blood from the top of his forehead down his face completely covering his hands and on his clothes. I screamed, grabbed him by the arm (everything was in ZOOM MODE), took him home, grabbed the phone on the way up the stairs to the bathroom, Called Jon while I looked at him, found the bleeding spot on his forehead, put pressure on it. It was a gash-crater. I thought I gave Jon all the info, but I only told him; I was taking Crimsel to the URGENT CARE, all the stuff was out of the garage on the lawn, the girls would be at Adri's, and Come home NOW! I had Crimsel hold a towel on it, went back outside told Cirrus to take the baby to Adri's and I'm sure she'll watch you. Hung up with Jon, put the phone on the car in the garage and closed the garage door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was going to walk Crimsel over to the URGENT CARE knowing they had moved, yet not knowing they had moved so far away. Luckily, a wonderful neighbor offered me a ride 3 times after saying I'd take him myself twice. It's nice to have a sane person around when you're in ZOOM MODE. Well, Barbara, our ride, listened to me and kindly went where I asked her to go even though I was wrong and she knew it. Then proceeded to the correct new location of the URGENT CARE. On the way I asked Crimsel what happened. His 4yr old friend threw a rock at him. Ohhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we got there my heart was still racing. They had me sign in, then everything started coming back to normal mode. I took Crimsel into the bathroom and washed off one hand. Payed, then went back and washed his other hand. The Nurse came out looked at him. By then the bleeding had stopped. I got some wet paper towels and cleaned off his face, and found out that his nose was bleeding. Which was not good because he didn't get hit near the nose, he says. In the waiting room we were watching 'Madagascar 2' and I kept trying to get Crimsel to talk. He looked like he was going to sleep. The impatient Mom in me was wondering what was taking so long, so I asked. They only have one suture room and it's being used. OK, I can wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Nurse had me hold gauze with numbing cream on the wound. Then Jon and the girls showed up and Barbara went home. Jon asked Crimsel if he wanted a spanking. He said no, very quiet and sadly. I told Jon I was having a hard time getting him to talk. So, the amazing Dad ask the right question. 'Did you loose too much blood, so you can't talk now?' All of the sudden it was the high pitched little boy voice we know, 'Baby, Baby, Baby!' 'Baaaby!' Can you guess who he wanted? He was a chatter box for the rest of the night. After a couple of minutes Jon walked the girls home, so I could have the van. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A little while latter a couple came out from the back. The Woman's right hand, middle finger in a splint, pointer and ring finger all bandaged up, palm bandaged, and any skin showing from mid-forearm to fingers covered in blood. We didn't wait much longer after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They called us back and We talked about what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: 'He got a rock thrown at his head.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nurse: 'Really? Is someone talking to the family'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nurse: It needs to be reported. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: It was a three year old that threw the rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nurse: Oh! Uh, OK! So, it was just an accident?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They looked at the wound put Lidocaine cream on it, and we waited. Then came the numbing shot which hurt. This was the only time Crimsel felt pain enof that it let me know he was hurting. Clenched jaw, squeezing my hand, and holding breath. So, here's me 'Breath Bud, breath. Keep breathing. It's OK! You're alright! Keep breathing!' While talking I'm taking deep breaths in and out loudly so he can hear and maybe mimic. The nurses asked me if I was pregnant. Hahaha! No way! So, he started breathing in a sucking in air through his clenched teeth and hissing as it came back out sort of way. He had 4 shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we wait.....Just after the shots one Nurse told me, If the cleaning hurts really bad there's nothing more she can do for the pain, because she can't numb his skull. WHAT? It went to the bone. OK! So, I always tell my kids what's going to happen. The scariest part for me has always been the not knowing what was going on. So, I tell them. After I told him he was OK. It was like 'OK, I'm tough! I can handle this.' The look in his face was so grown up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, the cleaning. I have never seen that before and never want to see that again. She made sure it was numb. Then poured water over it. Then (you know the little square brushes the hospital gives you for your newborn; it's for cradle cap, to wash their hair with.) she scrubbed it with a brush. And, she scrubbed hard. Crimsel was just looking at me. Nurse asked him if he was OK. His says 'MmmHhhmmm.' Then she asks me in a concerned way, and I squeak out a 'Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine!' Not being able to hide the concern in my face. And my son wants to comfort me. They told me the white I could see was his skull. There was no skin at all. It was just chunked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next came the stitching up. The fish hook shaped needle, kinda cool. EeewwwwW! Sticking in the skin. It does not look like it does on TV. It was not like a simple in and out. First the skin was about 1/4 of an inch in diameter apart. Then, She had to push the needle pretty hard. I guess it's because she had to go through ALL the layers of skin. I just kept thinking 'Why am I watching this? Why am I watching this?'. Crimsel was still just fine. After the First stitch was tied it stopped the bleeding. Luckily his skin stretched enof or there would have been a big scar and taken long time to heal. Our Nurse told me to just give him Tylenol for pain, because Motrin would help the blood flow, which would cause more bleeding. But, after the first stitch she told me to give him the Motrin. Since there was no more concern for too much bleeding. Two more stitches to cover up the skull and a glop of triple ointment cream (no bandaid, we don't want to rip his hair out). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went and showed Opa &amp;amp; Oma. On our way there Crimsel finally told me he was throwing dirt rocks at his friend first. Well then that explains it. Then we went to the neighbors to let them know he's fine. They weren't home. So, we went home. It was about 7:30PM. We had Dinner, then the neighbor's came over. Crimsel's friend was scared to look at him. He felt really bad about what had happened. I just think it's funny! My son's fist stitches. Hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, we go back today to check for infection (just a routine). He will get the stitches out on Sunday. Here's a really bad joke; 'What a blessing!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, here's some pictures, and since I was in ZOOM MODE I didn't get any 'before the stitches' photos (no camera and no cell phone). But you can see the blood on his shirt, yet I remembered it being drenched when I first saw him. It must have disappeared. J/K!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JVRLOdoxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/D3Z-LiALNCk/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450012252631311122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JVRLOdoxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/D3Z-LiALNCk/s400/x-mas09+toMar17-10+163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, his hair was a mess. It had bloody water and ointment in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JU1Vp8scI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0M8pFm3ozok/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450011774394610114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JU1Vp8scI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0M8pFm3ozok/s200/x-mas09+toMar17-10+165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JU0uZmgyI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qnq2EzTe1zM/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450011763857064738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JU0uZmgyI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qnq2EzTe1zM/s200/x-mas09+toMar17-10+168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided he was finally getting that hair cut we'd been planning for the last month. Oh, how handsome,and he can show off his stitches better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JU0PBKbwI/AAAAAAAAAws/n3XxlC7YImw/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450011755433062146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JU0PBKbwI/AAAAAAAAAws/n3XxlC7YImw/s200/x-mas09+toMar17-10+171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JUzv2dZNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wtj3SZT3K28/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450011747066668242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JUzv2dZNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wtj3SZT3K28/s200/x-mas09+toMar17-10+173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how Happy! He never even saw it till the stitches were in. It looks cool to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JUzPig9hI/AAAAAAAAAwc/2qlqGt6GJh4/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450011738393081362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JUzPig9hI/AAAAAAAAAwc/2qlqGt6GJh4/s200/x-mas09+toMar17-10+175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND THE CLOSEUP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JUMuCYtxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gPtIrIt9mZk/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450011076564924178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JUMuCYtxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gPtIrIt9mZk/s400/x-mas09+toMar17-10+158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4912874643931958302?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4912874643931958302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4912874643931958302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4912874643931958302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4912874643931958302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-s-t-i-t-c-h-e-s-ahhhhh.html' title='What? S T I T C H E S ? AHHHHH!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JVRLOdoxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/D3Z-LiALNCk/s72-c/x-mas09+toMar17-10+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7826080232181109974</id><published>2010-03-18T09:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:15:47.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimsel turned 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day went a little like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Family came in singing 'Happy birthday to You'. The baby thought we were singing to her. It was cute. A little groggy and tired but excited enof to get up to have a fun delirious day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJJQ-UEZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BgrRCUHlI3c/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998922595701138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJJQ-UEZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BgrRCUHlI3c/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He got a 'Handy Manny Speed Boat' from Cirrus, and a 'Bike Helmet and pads' from Xani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJIw0fgdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/hkX-MLK4l3E/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998913964573138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJIw0fgdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/hkX-MLK4l3E/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then SURPRISE! A new bike! No more Trike for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJIf4XXpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/9_TX0BRFoKA/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998909417414290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJIf4XXpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/9_TX0BRFoKA/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OFF HE GOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJH9_hQlI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sI0zvasCEyM/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998900320617042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJH9_hQlI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sI0zvasCEyM/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When Cirrus came home from School they got to race. His training wheels were set too low, so when they were in any crack his back wheel would just spin and spin. After a couple of hours he finally told me and I fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJHPzS61I/AAAAAAAAAu0/rdApv6IBd5Q/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998887921314642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJHPzS61I/AAAAAAAAAu0/rdApv6IBd5Q/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xani-bug had to join in. Cirrus' little bike is now the her's. She just loves it. She can only scoot, but is really fast. Yesterday I found her out in the middle of the road. She was trying to go to her friends house to show them the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIkw1nSlI/AAAAAAAAAus/vwHd3ooXkFM/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998295493986898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIkw1nSlI/AAAAAAAAAus/vwHd3ooXkFM/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Then the awesomest thing. Crimsel's primary teacher showed up and gave him a B-day present. She is such a great woman. Crimsel just adores her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIkRXv0PI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IIquu9Myr3k/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998287047217394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIkRXv0PI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IIquu9Myr3k/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Opa &amp;amp; Oma came over and gave Crimsel some cool clothes and a bell for his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIj2uT7tI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2tl2gyQeZ6U/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998279894101714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIj2uT7tI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2tl2gyQeZ6U/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sang the birthday song and the boy made a wish and blew out the candles. The picture I took was after Jon had taken out the candles. I forgot to take one while we were singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIjen3qNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/MooFv586VDs/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998273424632018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIjen3qNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/MooFv586VDs/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opa &amp;amp; oma gave him this awesome 'Lego STAR WARS' jacket. He loves it! Thanks you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIi4MbXyI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OrOosAnODx4/s1600-h/x-mas09+toMar17-10+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998263108984610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JIi4MbXyI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OrOosAnODx4/s320/x-mas09+toMar17-10+152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7826080232181109974?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7826080232181109974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7826080232181109974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7826080232181109974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7826080232181109974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/03/crimsel-turned-5.html' title='Crimsel turned 5'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/S6JJJQ-UEZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BgrRCUHlI3c/s72-c/x-mas09+toMar17-10+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-8252576940754203020</id><published>2010-03-01T16:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:17:02.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, it's been a while</title><content type='html'>And I am frazzled. Yet, I still am not sure what to write. My B-day came and went. The big &lt;strong&gt;2 9. &lt;/strong&gt;Wow, I guess! Last year in the twenties. I really don't have any plans for going out with a bang. Maybe I'll save all the adventure for when I do become adventurous. For my Birthday I took Jon to see AVATAR in 3D. Lets just say that night 3D was not for me. After we left the movie I was sick all night. In return Jon had to take me to see the movie Valentine's Day for, guess what? That's right Valentine's Day. How cheesy is that. I would say that it is for the older audience. My kids, even my cheesy Cirrus, would not have enjoyed it. She's really starting to LOVE chick flicks. Which is making me quite a bit more sappier than I have ever been. I have gotten everything I could possibly want and need to clean up my house, except the will and the helpfulness of the kids. Sad enof every little wrong becomes a discouragement. For the last week it's been a SCREAMING BABY. We can't tell if she's teething, and there are no signs of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's time! Gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-8252576940754203020?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8252576940754203020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=8252576940754203020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8252576940754203020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8252576940754203020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-its-been-while.html' title='So, it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3937162271123334866</id><published>2010-01-19T07:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:59:57.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not much time</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to rearrange the rooms in my little home and it's still not done. Right now I have to get dressed and get the oldest off to school. So, I have to go, but just thought I'd let you know we're doing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3937162271123334866?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3937162271123334866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3937162271123334866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3937162271123334866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3937162271123334866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much-time.html' title='not much time'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-2798576670236982191</id><published>2009-12-08T09:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:01:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NOT AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhh! What is that? Another 'Gummy Bear' in the dryer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I got rid of those things years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, seriously, I've done all my laundry since then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had another baby. Who is now over 1 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been at least 6 months since I gave Jon 'Gummy Bears'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where could it have come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha ha funny joke you! Who ever did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-2798576670236982191?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2798576670236982191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=2798576670236982191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2798576670236982191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2798576670236982191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-not-again.html' title='OH NOT AGAIN!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7965869370712469091</id><published>2009-12-01T16:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:42:01.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimsel's Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxWnNr-9oUI/AAAAAAAAArU/adJV9B3fQe0/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410414380942467394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxWnNr-9oUI/AAAAAAAAArU/adJV9B3fQe0/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crimsel just brought this home from Preschool today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how his name is spelled backwards. Cirrus used to write whole sentences backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, I'm very glad that his teacher translated the picture for us. I was thinking 'Um, a bee hive!'. Oh, how I love having my kids they're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7965869370712469091?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7965869370712469091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7965869370712469091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7965869370712469091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7965869370712469091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/12/crimsels-letter-to-santa.html' title='Crimsel&apos;s Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxWnNr-9oUI/AAAAAAAAArU/adJV9B3fQe0/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-2389825870028343071</id><published>2009-11-28T13:22:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:45:25.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirrus' Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxGKEAswcuI/AAAAAAAAArM/_D4gmdAeSvs/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409256428960510690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxGKEAswcuI/AAAAAAAAArM/_D4gmdAeSvs/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxGG1nBRZcI/AAAAAAAAArE/LXx9j2GGHiQ/s1600/scan0001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409252883014182338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxGG1nBRZcI/AAAAAAAAArE/LXx9j2GGHiQ/s400/scan0001.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, I'll translate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the front:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Santa Claus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a Kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Last night Cirrus showed me her letter to Santa and I told her she was silly. Then she told me she loved Santa Claus and proceeded to kiss the letter. Then she desided to draw a kiss on the letter for him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I have makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please I really want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makeup I will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Cirrus Owings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Santa Claus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will be mailing this off to the man soon, but first I had to share the fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-2389825870028343071?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2389825870028343071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=2389825870028343071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2389825870028343071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2389825870028343071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/11/cirrus-letter-to-santa.html' title='Cirrus&apos; Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SxGKEAswcuI/AAAAAAAAArM/_D4gmdAeSvs/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7026491274938352379</id><published>2009-09-18T08:48:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:34:59.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrPETIRz6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jeTKZym0ZfM/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382861812556622610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrPETIRz6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jeTKZym0ZfM/s200/Aug-Sep2009+132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, it has been a whole year since the birth of our littlest one. She is my funniest baby ever!.00000000000000000000000000! that was a baby foot. i9n xaaaaaaaaa vvvvvvvvvvvvvvv 7 bcv nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnx ef`F4RTX CCCCCCCCCCCCC. aND, Oops I guess she push the caps lock. Anyways, she decided it was her turn on the computer. So, that was her message to all y'all. She then started to cry so I thought I'd put her to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the reasons why I have the funniest baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO09mZb6TI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KdRNOpZaRMQ/s1600-h/october+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382844950010128690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO09mZb6TI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KdRNOpZaRMQ/s200/october+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO09E9w2lI/AAAAAAAAAp8/5rSHwdhb2tQ/s1600-h/october+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382844941035690578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO09E9w2lI/AAAAAAAAAp8/5rSHwdhb2tQ/s200/october+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz4TIOaRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/8CfftvQ59c0/s1600-h/stuff+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382843759426693394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz4TIOaRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/8CfftvQ59c0/s200/stuff+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO6giv7OuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/a9S_DPMyHR0/s1600-h/stuff+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382851047884274402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO6giv7OuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/a9S_DPMyHR0/s200/stuff+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO7wLiTAcI/AAAAAAAAAqc/KBT8a6Kwkqk/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz3Vh4XBI/AAAAAAAAApk/VjbGA3-7ZKE/s1600-h/stuff+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382843742891301906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz3Vh4XBI/AAAAAAAAApk/VjbGA3-7ZKE/s200/stuff+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz2rJumrI/AAAAAAAAApc/RoKl9WJBQaE/s1600-h/stuff+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382843731515710130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz2rJumrI/AAAAAAAAApc/RoKl9WJBQaE/s200/stuff+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz2aWU9DI/AAAAAAAAApU/VMkXcHLz7uU/s1600-h/june-july2009+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382843727005152306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOz2aWU9DI/AAAAAAAAApU/VMkXcHLz7uU/s200/june-july2009+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOypxs6NdI/AAAAAAAAApM/JasoM4RJ65w/s1600-h/june-july2009+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382842410423956946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOypxs6NdI/AAAAAAAAApM/JasoM4RJ65w/s200/june-july2009+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOypRgtBYI/AAAAAAAAApE/pgknK3WK6I0/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382842401782826370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOypRgtBYI/AAAAAAAAApE/pgknK3WK6I0/s200/Aug-Sep2009+158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOyoyyMhCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IxAFGo7zgOk/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382842393534694434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOyoyyMhCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IxAFGo7zgOk/s200/Aug-Sep2009+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOyoLMva4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/mgAlqCYLjv4/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382842382908615554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOyoLMva4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/mgAlqCYLjv4/s200/Aug-Sep2009+161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOynnD37uI/AAAAAAAAAos/LA5NcHhvPdQ/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382842373207748322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrOynnD37uI/AAAAAAAAAos/LA5NcHhvPdQ/s200/Aug-Sep2009+164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone I know has not laughed at this cute girl when she cries. Ever since her 2 week apt. everyone always giggles at her silly faces when she's crying. Poor Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really funny part is that her face looks like &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; in between each cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO5efV7bNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/I-Q6yHY27XY/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382849913098562770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO5efV7bNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/I-Q6yHY27XY/s200/Aug-Sep2009+163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's been walking for a couple of months now. I only had the gate at the top of the stairs for, maybe two months at the most. when we call 'Baby!' she says 'Utt?' (what). She'll use almost anything as a phone. Putting her hand at the back of her head and say ' Uh-O, Oooi Ii.' Which sounds just like 'Hello, who is it?' Even my neighbors can understand her when she tries to talk. She doesn't actually say anything but 'Baby, Momum, and Dadada', but she sounds like she does. I've asked her what she was doing once and she replied 'Iiss' (this). It's so crazy! She has Three teeth all on the bottom front. She got her third when Cirrus lost her First front bottom tooth. A little ironic. Xani-bug doesn't like the threshold of the front door. I even walked across the street and she stayed there, shouting 'Uh-O' over and over to me. She loves being held upside down. She always thinks she's so funny. This girl just makes me laugh. She's short, fast, and very funny. I love her so much! My little Honey Baby Bug, you're so adorable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby-Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO7xSJGpuI/AAAAAAAAAqs/gmeD_-T9-qc/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382852434995881698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO7xSJGpuI/AAAAAAAAAqs/gmeD_-T9-qc/s200/Aug-Sep2009+142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO7wuiBSII/AAAAAAAAAqk/ozPehKqw5fY/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382852425436711042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO7wuiBSII/AAAAAAAAAqk/ozPehKqw5fY/s200/Aug-Sep2009+149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO7wLiTAcI/AAAAAAAAAqc/KBT8a6Kwkqk/s1600-h/Aug-Sep2009+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382852416042631618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrO7wLiTAcI/AAAAAAAAAqc/KBT8a6Kwkqk/s200/Aug-Sep2009+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7026491274938352379?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7026491274938352379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7026491274938352379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7026491274938352379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7026491274938352379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-1st-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday, Baby!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SrPETIRz6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jeTKZym0ZfM/s72-c/Aug-Sep2009+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6214036197495682677</id><published>2009-08-11T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:59:54.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I feel better now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a nap&lt;/strong&gt;, with noone fighting. So, I actually slept. Thanks for the comment, Friend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just looking through pic.s with Xanthisa on my lap and found this one. It's from Dec. 2008. Look at those eyes. &lt;strong&gt;Wow!&lt;/strong&gt; Ok so I am bragging a little! But I do have the right, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoH2umc6ZmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/daRG3ksdkOY/s1600-h/septodec+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368843511258572386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoH2umc6ZmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/daRG3ksdkOY/s320/septodec+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's one from Easter 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoH2uHbYSkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PqezbexLqbw/s1600-h/new+stuff+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368843502930643522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoH2uHbYSkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PqezbexLqbw/s320/new+stuff+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the 4th of July 2009....oh so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoH2t19NnfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WkTcIbuhtdY/s1600-h/june-july2009+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368843498240712178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoH2t19NnfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WkTcIbuhtdY/s320/june-july2009+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6214036197495682677?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6214036197495682677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6214036197495682677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6214036197495682677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6214036197495682677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-i-feel-better-now.html' title='Ok, I feel better now!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoH2umc6ZmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/daRG3ksdkOY/s72-c/septodec+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7499961677456856258</id><published>2009-08-11T03:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:32:39.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it wrong to say, that between these two males in my life, right now, I feel worse than when I had a new baby.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368666330266684194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoFVlT0lSyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AWAJW7Oqpiw/s400/june-july2009+152.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368666326524161634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoFVlF4S7mI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Oh8c0hh0jA8/s400/june-july2009+140.jpg" /&gt; Last week I felt really great. And I mean REALLY GREAT. Starting Sunday night my heartburn came back (which I have been getting when I am stressed). Right now I can't get Jon to do anything, and I do mean ANYTHING. Oh, he goes to work, but then when he's home he started being selfish and very ungrateful again. And he's wondering why I don't want to leave him messages on the bathroom mirror anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, it's been a very long time since I really did my share around here. When I was pregnant with Crimsel I became very angry, which turned out to be a coverup for depression. Which turned out to actually be P.T.S.D. (post traumatic stress disorder). All the stuff I never faced in the past just came and said 'You have to face me now'. So, I would just sit and stare at the wall and think about everything I had been through and Why. Why had I gone though all of this? What had I done to deserve this. I was good, wasn't I? I mean was it really my fault for my dad leaving my Mom when I was almost 2 yrs. old? I had always pushed it out of my mind. Was it proof that my dad really didn't love me when he never really wanted to talk to me on the phone for the ten years he wasn't there? I thought so. Oh, had I been blessed with such a developed body so that people could touch it on a regular basis, inappropriately, from when I was 14 yrs. old? It must have been. Oh there's lots more, but the point... I was finally off of my anti-depression med.s when Crimsel turned 3 1/2. Then I felt that I was getting back in the swing of things, when Jon and I decided to have another baby. Pregnancy was bad,but not depressing. But, P.P.D. (post pardom depression) kicked in. With all the lack of sleep and kids that wouldn't nap. The older sibling rivalry, and Jon didn't help anymore than he felt was necessary. Our Doctor even told him he needed to help me out more during this time with a new baby. So, back on the meds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It had been two weeks since I had been off the meds., when I finally felt like I had before I was pregnant with Crimsel. I use to try and just get two loads of laundry done in a day (overwhelming), or one load of dishes (same thing). Getting dressed was out of the question. Remembering to feed the kids was the one thing I made myself, forcefully, do. So, last week in just one day I did four loads of laundry, three loads of dishes, cleaned up the hall and half of my livingroom (in detail; putting everything away, not just in piles to put away later). I also started walking Mon-Wed-Fri with neighbors for 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 hrs, about. And I tried to keep things up, just because I felt like it. This week (which I mean the last few + days) all I wanted was a little help. And after somany days of trying, I become quite upset. Jon can't even get the kids to bed while I'm out on my walk. Which he promised to do. I get home around 10pm. 'But the first night...' he claims...'you didn't come home till 11:30pm' (I was talking with my friends, and each night you have less to share because you're seeing eachother often enof). My statement to him is 'Oh, so the goals back on?' 'What goal' 'The one where I weigh 300lbs.' Doesn't even phase him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Crimsel wakes up moaning and also sounding constipated (which he's not)every morning. Last week, for my fun I made him sit on the toilet. After a couple of minutes he peed and came and told me he was done. He wasn't done with his noises, but he had peed. And the last few nights if it's not Jon smothering me in my sleep, so I wake up, it's Crimsel for anything. That's why I'm up right now. I just started typing this to ignore him, he just went back to bed maybe ten minutes ago. He wanted a blanket, I searched the whole house for it, couldn't find it and he wouldn't go to bed. Two nights ago it was nothing. He just wanted to be awake. And no he's not napping during the day, and he wakes up by 9am. This lack of sleep is killing me. I feel like I'm in my body screaming, 'just let me sleep at night'. And I notice that I am actually screaming at everyone during the day. This is not fun and very TIRING. I told Jon tonight that I think I need a tattoo on my forehead to worn people. "*it@#" in a very beautiful calligraphy though so it wouldn't look too bad. Well, I might be able to get back to bed for the next few hours. So, good night to those can sleep well, or good morning to those who have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7499961677456856258?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7499961677456856258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7499961677456856258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7499961677456856258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7499961677456856258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SoFVlT0lSyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AWAJW7Oqpiw/s72-c/june-july2009+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7476992284394066933</id><published>2009-08-05T13:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:33:30.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirrus Lily Owings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hopital/Birth......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, so, my Dr. (Dr. Max Steele) went on vacation for the Memorial weekend. before he left he told me that he didn't want to see me on Tuesday, because I'd better have my baby by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus was due on Monday, May 26, 2003 (Memorial Day). We saw Dr. Steele on Tuesday and he set up an induction for that evening. We got to the hospital (LDS-in SLC, UT) around 11:30PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Snnes0bUI-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/eRDih2fYqYU/s1600-h/08580014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366565292557476834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Snnes0bUI-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/eRDih2fYqYU/s320/08580014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me pitocin, then nothing, we all just waited to see if anything would happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around 4AM they came and broke my water. I thought I could deal with the pain (it being my first). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At about 6AM I caved for an epidural. Then even more fun. I kept on talking to Jon, then mid-sentance pass out, wake up and throwup, then pass out again, then wake up to Jon (worried) smacking me in the face. Finally Jon got the nurse and asked her if I was OK. I was awake when she said the it was normal. My body was resting inbetween contractions, that's why I was passing out, and the throwing up was a side effect of the epidural. She left, then I passed out and woke to Jon smacking my face again, I screamed 'The Nurse said I could pass out', then I passed out again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just before 10AM our nurse came in and smacked me awake (it took awhile), so I could start pushing. I was also very tired for being up all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Steele came in at 10AM, and Cirrus was born at 10:20AM. They told me 'that was fast pushing'. All I remember is that I wanted my baby out so I could hold her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oma Widdison was the first to see her, that wasn't in the dilivery room. I just love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnesfBLAqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/exazEWjso18/s1600-h/08580015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366565286810682018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnesfBLAqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/exazEWjso18/s320/08580015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to have the 'Four Generation Picture'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oma -Johanna Widdison, Mommy -Emma Owings, Great Oma -Truus Allart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby -Cirrus Lily Owings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnesA8sYyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/d7_r_4vvpN0/s1600-h/08580016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366565278738834210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnesA8sYyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/d7_r_4vvpN0/s320/08580016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirrus Lily Owings, Born Wednesday, May 28, 2003 @ 10:20 AM, 7 lbs. 3 oz. , 20.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Snner5SIORI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Cwj13jbO9Lk/s1600-h/08580017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366565276681255186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Snner5SIORI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Cwj13jbO9Lk/s320/08580017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was such a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXzf1OoI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zNhwcY1zBak/s1600-h/08580020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366564931530734210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXzf1OoI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zNhwcY1zBak/s320/08580020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Home......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When My Mom took me home from the hospital she put me in this same outfit, that she made. And had my Raggady Anne Doll next to me, Which she also made. So, that's what my first Baby Girl was going to come home in. While Daddy did all the dressing of the BRAND NEW BABY I nervusly stood by, wanting to take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXmZcbRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QSdAOqTShU8/s1600-h/08580022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366564928014282002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXmZcbRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QSdAOqTShU8/s320/08580022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little tounge sticking out (we did not know) was proof of the silliness to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXQr4RGI/AAAAAAAAAis/2KWhyWJ6cYs/s1600-h/08580023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366564922186024034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXQr4RGI/AAAAAAAAAis/2KWhyWJ6cYs/s320/08580023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to go, My Raggady Anne Baby and Doll. (Great Oma made the Black booties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXZbM8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/L6v38AtiXLg/s1600-h/08580024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366564924531995122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneXZbM8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/L6v38AtiXLg/s320/08580024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, She fits in her car seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneWww1h4I/AAAAAAAAAic/qAre5i0awFA/s1600-h/08580025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366564913616881538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnneWww1h4I/AAAAAAAAAic/qAre5i0awFA/s320/08580025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture of our newly expanded little Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnfBMaXMxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CSPAFCjcYSc/s1600-h/08580026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366565642593317650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnfBMaXMxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CSPAFCjcYSc/s320/08580026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped @ Great Oma's on our way Home. So, she could see Cirrus in her 'Coming Home Outfit'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnfA10SRBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c4noFC2q-S4/s1600-h/08580027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366565636528030738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SnnfA10SRBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c4noFC2q-S4/s320/08580027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7476992284394066933?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7476992284394066933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7476992284394066933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7476992284394066933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7476992284394066933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/08/cirrus-lily-owings.html' title='Cirrus Lily Owings'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Snnes0bUI-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/eRDih2fYqYU/s72-c/08580014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6211831289686932181</id><published>2009-07-16T19:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:32:55.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Oma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love this picture!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus: I love my Oma and my baby sister in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel: Dear Oma, I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus: You are so pretty Oma and Xanthisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel: Xanthisa has a red eye and a orange eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cirrus: I love you 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crimsel: I like to give Oma lots of kissies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sl_S2LYWgGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9qtcuLKfURo/s1600-h/new+stuff+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359233909803876450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sl_S2LYWgGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9qtcuLKfURo/s400/new+stuff+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6211831289686932181?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6211831289686932181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6211831289686932181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6211831289686932181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6211831289686932181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-oma.html' title='Oh, Oma!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sl_S2LYWgGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9qtcuLKfURo/s72-c/new+stuff+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-8579910730117851533</id><published>2009-07-08T13:27:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:24:07.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In June...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My oldest Brother’s Wife and boys came up from Arizona for her baby bro.’s Wedding. We had a BBQ in my other bro.’s back yard. It was so awesome to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it just me, or do kids just take a long time to eat when cousins are around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT4gM0KmBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/n-DHf4IddlU/s1600-h/moody+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356179088929888274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT4gM0KmBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/n-DHf4IddlU/s320/moody+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love Eliot's faces. He makes me giggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT4fnJYAZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/h0-R2cnUhJ0/s1600-h/moody+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356179078818300306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT4fnJYAZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/h0-R2cnUhJ0/s320/moody+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Babies! You're so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In these first two I can here their baby yells, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT4fa1choI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vqxI7TiG3Fw/s1600-h/moody+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356179075513484930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT4fa1choI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vqxI7TiG3Fw/s320/moody+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT36j8TyFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F5pgLj6yJvg/s1600-h/moody+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356178442303031378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT36j8TyFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F5pgLj6yJvg/s320/moody+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT37DIbiSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KxUbq-_gxGQ/s1600-h/moody+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356178450675370274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT37DIbiSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KxUbq-_gxGQ/s320/moody+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT36a3RoYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/XF8cVNU0xXI/s1600-h/moody+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356178439865999746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT36a3RoYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/XF8cVNU0xXI/s320/moody+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT357vJYoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rzkNWhIp0mo/s1600-h/moody+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356178431510405762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT357vJYoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rzkNWhIp0mo/s320/moody+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one's my Favorite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hey you look like me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT35tlA9eI/AAAAAAAAAgc/B30H5sMGJ3Y/s1600-h/moody+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356178427709814242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT35tlA9eI/AAAAAAAAAgc/B30H5sMGJ3Y/s320/moody+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun running and playing with cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3B33mq_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/L8lAmriKEoQ/s1600-h/moody+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356177468399463410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3B33mq_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/L8lAmriKEoQ/s320/moody+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3BcJqi4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/AUnTwvwo37g/s1600-h/moody+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356177460959021954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3BcJqi4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/AUnTwvwo37g/s320/moody+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3A8HS_7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/IM901YjKhks/s1600-h/moody+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356177452359155634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3A8HS_7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/IM901YjKhks/s320/moody+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3Auz4rqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/J2CQxGiGdTo/s1600-h/moody+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356177448788078242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT3Auz4rqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/J2CQxGiGdTo/s320/moody+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2_-G9mSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hIDY28ZmJ88/s1600-h/moody+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356177435714754850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2_-G9mSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hIDY28ZmJ88/s320/moody+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly Aunt Laura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2ZG4l0xI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MopzZxpywh4/s1600-h/moody+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356176768055497490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2ZG4l0xI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MopzZxpywh4/s320/moody+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Girls just wanna have fun'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT5wh3uJAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ywDeicK_PEc/s1600-h/moody+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356180468971480066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT5wh3uJAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ywDeicK_PEc/s320/moody+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Dirk and Bree. Oh, so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT6KkHRn5I/AAAAAAAAAhk/2AmRzj72npY/s1600-h/moody+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356180916250189714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT6KkHRn5I/AAAAAAAAAhk/2AmRzj72npY/s320/moody+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sarah and Eliot. You two are silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2XxwwZtI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Vzqo4HGvYIs/s1600-h/moody+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356176745205622482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2XxwwZtI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Vzqo4HGvYIs/s320/moody+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2XmquBgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0AwGDriNk4I/s1600-h/moody+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356176742227510786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT2XmquBgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0AwGDriNk4I/s320/moody+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-8579910730117851533?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8579910730117851533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=8579910730117851533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8579910730117851533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8579910730117851533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-june.html' title='In June...'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SlT4gM0KmBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/n-DHf4IddlU/s72-c/moody+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6543060733352229468</id><published>2009-06-18T12:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:22:25.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirrus Lily Owings</title><content type='html'>The pregnancy....&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I hate being pregnant. I only do it because it's the only way I can have my babies. I make it through just so I can hold my baby. If it were up to me, I'd put them in an incubator, and pick them up when they're done. When I went to my 9week apt. I was ok, a bit nauseous, but ok. Jon dropped me off at home ( our little apartment) and I went to sleep. Then I woke up and quickly stumbled into the bathroom ( feeling the urge to...), passed out, woke up on the bathroom floor with my lip bleeding. I must have hit it on the toilet. stumbled back to bed feeling very weak. Woke up again (feeling the urge to...) took two steps out of bed and passed out on the floor, when I came to, I..... and passed out right in it. Stammered back to bed with a garbage can and called the Doctor. He told me to call Jon to come take care of me. I did. Then I called work and my boss told me to eat a cracker and get into work. I called her back later and told her my doctor told me to stay in bed. I fell asleep then woke up to a handsome man there to take care of me. And ladies he cleaned up the ..... what a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Dec. 2002 I was 5 months along, and found out we were having a girl.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SjqFipTeZFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dwoB0M76YE8/s1600-h/03980008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348734337705469010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SjqFipTeZFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dwoB0M76YE8/s320/03980008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;I went to the ER for IV's. Jon thought I was OK, until they gave me two IV's. Then he thought 'Oh, she did need to come in.'  My Doctor thought that I might be getting addicted to my nausea pills so he didn't give me any more. That was at Christmas time. I ended up in the ER from throwing up blood, the week after Christmas. They had to pump my stomach to find out that I tore my upper intestine and I had 4 IV's. They gave me back my Zofran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jon maybe Feb. 2003.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SjqFi_avswI/AAAAAAAAAds/b_xsXpwwJXQ/s1600-h/03980022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348734343641543426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SjqFi_avswI/AAAAAAAAAds/b_xsXpwwJXQ/s320/03980022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in March I woke up with this horrendous pain. Went to Labor &amp;amp; Delivery to find out I had Kidney Stones. I found out then that the nurses are very kind and sweet but they really can't prick you for an IV. I got stuck 3 times before she called in someone to help. I loved the Morphine. All Pregnancy pains, plus the kidney stones pains had all gone away. It made my wonder why they don't just give you Morphine for labor and delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty well until April. Cirrus stopped moving. I felt her at 9pm and the next day I couldn't feel her at all. My mom took me up to the hospital where I started stress tests. Just as we approached the nurses desk She rolled in my tummy, at 1pm. Whuuuoo! I did the test to find out that her heart stopped every time after she moved, but it would come back and eventually be strong again. I had to go in every week, and sometimes they even would send me over to labor and delivery. Where I would be bored out of my mind, hoping I could have my baby. Then they would send me home. There was a lady with twins, they sent her to L&amp;amp;D, she had her babies. They also sent a woman 10 days over due, (she forgot her bags, and begged them to let her wait one more day) she had her baby. Me nope, I just had to wait.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Cirrus, this is what you did to my, once, beautiful belly. Me, May 2003, just before she was born.&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SjqFjNlVc4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/IIIW30w9pu0/s1600-h/08580010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348734347444056962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SjqFjNlVc4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/IIIW30w9pu0/s320/08580010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6543060733352229468?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6543060733352229468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6543060733352229468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6543060733352229468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6543060733352229468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/06/cirrus-lily-owings.html' title='Cirrus Lily Owings'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SjqFipTeZFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dwoB0M76YE8/s72-c/03980008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-1812969085388669048</id><published>2009-05-28T15:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:39:34.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A Very Eventful Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 11am things had been so funny, I decided to document the occasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I put Xanthisa down for a nap, she refused to lay down, so I just threw her blanket over her head and let her cry. About 5-10 minutes later I went in to check on her and I found her tightly wrapped in her blanket all I could see was 1 little foot AND SHE WAS ASLEEP. She loves to sleep with the blanket on her face. She cries until she has one, and she crawls around the crib till she can shove her face into one. So, I pried her loose and uncovered her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DgAQy0cI/AAAAAAAAAck/NjnpCVQE3Z8/s1600-h/stuff+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991531445834178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DgAQy0cI/AAAAAAAAAck/NjnpCVQE3Z8/s200/stuff+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8Dfi-3NAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-mZj7HZEcCk/s1600-h/stuff+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991523585995778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8Dfi-3NAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-mZj7HZEcCk/s200/stuff+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came out of her room and found two Kiddos putting sticker earrings on their noses, and play colored lip gloss ALL OVER their faces. They said they were clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DfQH0r1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/FpV7ZNHmo_o/s1600-h/stuff+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991518523305810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DfQH0r1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/FpV7ZNHmo_o/s200/stuff+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a special clown dance from Cirrus, a little freaky looking. And, some grumpiness from Crimsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8De9WKYVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/82u1pjTR4Bg/s1600-h/stuff+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991513483174226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8De9WKYVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/82u1pjTR4Bg/s200/stuff+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DEeo83sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/L9xiX4sjNRY/s1600-h/stuff+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991058563882690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DEeo83sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/L9xiX4sjNRY/s200/stuff+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nap time I got a little 'Hey, I want a picture too.' Ahhh! No, no, no! Don't come at the camera. Oh, she's still so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DEEvCvfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hdmX0bqWr_4/s1600-h/stuff+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991051610111474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DEEvCvfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hdmX0bqWr_4/s200/stuff+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DD5Y7_wI/AAAAAAAAAb0/m-IAza8LGFw/s1600-h/stuff+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991048564604674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DD5Y7_wI/AAAAAAAAAb0/m-IAza8LGFw/s200/stuff+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN...... UuuHHHhhh! UuuHHHhhh! (from the bathroom) 'Crimsel what's wrong?' He got the toilet seat stuck on his head. This is maybe the 4th time he's done this in his 4 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DDS1oRJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EALguf4suf0/s1600-h/stuff+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991038215963794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DDS1oRJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EALguf4suf0/s200/stuff+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the Kitchen! She was trying to see herself in the mirror, but every time she tried to move forward she'd push herself backwards. He he! Silly girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DDM560xI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mLCQWSuvph4/s1600-h/stuff+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991036623344402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DDM560xI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mLCQWSuvph4/s200/stuff+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I hear some kid talk from the backyard. 'No, hurry up Crimsel get behind the tree, or Mommy will see us. Move! Move!' 'Ciwus!' 'Move over I'm getting up.' 'K, go behind the tree, I'm coming over.' 'Mommy!' 'Hi, Mommy!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8Qz9lSUMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Q4s_ofBBtzQ/s1600-h/morestuff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341006167975022786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8Qz9lSUMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Q4s_ofBBtzQ/s200/morestuff+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CflstB4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/QcXha2Mk6cA/s1600-h/morestuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340990424803510146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CflstB4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/QcXha2Mk6cA/s200/morestuff+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CfQDUjRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/d4Jtn7fU3SI/s1600-h/morestuff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340990418992794898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CfQDUjRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/d4Jtn7fU3SI/s200/morestuff+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CfBPpavI/AAAAAAAAAbM/yTFKzyXQ62A/s1600-h/morestuff+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340990415017962226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CfBPpavI/AAAAAAAAAbM/yTFKzyXQ62A/s200/morestuff+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh! I better go back in the house. Oh, baby! Your so cute! Kissy, kissy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CerJAQkI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bIqIMRSzy_A/s1600-h/morestuff+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340990409084518978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CerJAQkI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bIqIMRSzy_A/s200/morestuff+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Time! Wow, bagel w/ strawberry cream cheese, some fish crackers to share, and Apple juice. Now, just remember a bagel is just not a bagel unless it is decorated with fish crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CeGWWHOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pWmLSTkJalw/s1600-h/morestuff+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340990399208365282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CeGWWHOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pWmLSTkJalw/s200/morestuff+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Crimsel and Xani are down for a nap and I decided to draw some lay outs for rearranging our home furnishings, when Cirrus walks up to me with the earring stickers and wants to put them on my nose. Sure whatever! Then she wants to put the lip gloss (makeup to her) all over my face. WHAT? NO, WAY! Then I thought when will this ever happen again. OK go ahead! Then I decided to have a little fun myself, posing for the camera. I call this my 'Roar look'. Look see I'm showing off my painted nails, yellow w/ orange glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CA015DxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YGSm_YfEVes/s1600-h/morestuff+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989896292634386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CA015DxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YGSm_YfEVes/s200/morestuff+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CAZHT0hI/AAAAAAAAAas/MJs2MRqwHM8/s1600-h/morestuff+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989888849498642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CAZHT0hI/AAAAAAAAAas/MJs2MRqwHM8/s200/morestuff+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xani-bug woke up. Oh, she needs stickers too. Thank you, Cirrus! All us silly makeup clown girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CALaDP2I/AAAAAAAAAak/z9aTv37VZlI/s1600-h/morestuff+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989885170007906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8CALaDP2I/AAAAAAAAAak/z9aTv37VZlI/s200/morestuff+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8B_quygPI/AAAAAAAAAac/0iRRVg8jbrM/s1600-h/morestuff+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989876398620914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8B_quygPI/AAAAAAAAAac/0iRRVg8jbrM/s200/morestuff+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, where is Crimsel? There her is! Sleeping under his pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8B_KnLqjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8Mp7rqIBXgs/s1600-h/morestuff+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989867776780850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8B_KnLqjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8Mp7rqIBXgs/s200/morestuff+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-1812969085388669048?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1812969085388669048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=1812969085388669048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/1812969085388669048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/1812969085388669048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sh8DgAQy0cI/AAAAAAAAAck/NjnpCVQE3Z8/s72-c/stuff+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3756727222295418962</id><published>2009-04-20T17:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:04:38.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Se0Ne2n3XCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Xw3wNeqX6y0/s1600-h/Easter+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326928757959121954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Se0Ne2n3XCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Xw3wNeqX6y0/s400/Easter+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Se0Mz2RgAVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CW6jeOFM9F8/s1600-h/Easter+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3756727222295418962?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3756727222295418962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3756727222295418962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3756727222295418962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3756727222295418962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-recently.html' title='Most Recently...'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Se0Ne2n3XCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Xw3wNeqX6y0/s72-c/Easter+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6923936977435146077</id><published>2009-04-01T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:19:58.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There</title><content type='html'>So, I really only have a second. Things are going OK here at our little home. Cirrus is reading books to us all. Crimsel is trying to figure out how to write letters. Xanthisa finally rolled over and after one time she's had enof, she can sit up on her own and can say 'behbeh' (baby). She's all giggles and smiles. Cirrus will be back on track next week and boy am I looking forward to that. The last two weeks I had mastitis. For the first week I just thought I had the flu then finally put two and two together with the chest pain from cutting out two feeding in the last month. Xani eats lunch and dinner, veggies, fruit and cereal. Jon's been working long hours. He gets to work by 8 and comes home by 7. I'm happy that we're eating together though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6923936977435146077?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6923936977435146077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6923936977435146077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6923936977435146077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6923936977435146077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-there.html' title='Hey There'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-8519859940068703378</id><published>2009-03-01T00:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:12:22.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life...</title><content type='html'>Jon in our first home (appartment), March 2002. His last days of bachlorhood. We gave our down payment and took pictures of the damages, prior to moving in. Jon had to be my first photo. The only good one of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9lvJTq8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/aW9fjHp47vI/s1600-h/03980001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122829329509314" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9lvJTq8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/aW9fjHp47vI/s320/03980001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9l2zeZkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uEapKcDTNyI/s1600-h/03980006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122831385421378" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9l2zeZkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uEapKcDTNyI/s320/03980006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma in her bedroom at home ( Mom &amp;amp; Dad's). My last miutes of bachlorettehood, taken just before I left home to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9mFMo6NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/bxz2iFr6UAU/s1600-h/03980012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122835249064146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9mFMo6NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/bxz2iFr6UAU/s320/03980012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look we did get Married! This next one was our first christmas together. Why this man loves me I still don't know, but isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A picture of things to come........YES! I think (if I can remember) I will post all his computer pic's for Father's Day. You shall see! Ah, yes you shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9mqLcS1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/c0EOvkXxzAY/s1600-h/03980010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122845176154962" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9mqLcS1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/c0EOvkXxzAY/s320/03980010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-8519859940068703378?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8519859940068703378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=8519859940068703378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8519859940068703378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8519859940068703378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-life.html' title='Our Life...'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/Sao9lvJTq8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/aW9fjHp47vI/s72-c/03980001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3781552869609948459</id><published>2009-02-24T13:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:40:52.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time Ever</title><content type='html'>I first want to tell you how hectic life is. But I can only give the newest account, because I seem to have NO TIME. Thisa (that's Xanthisa) was in her swing upstairs content. Doot (that's Cirrus) left for school already. Bun (that's Crimsel) ......'See, see no time no time no time. Baby's crying...AHHHHHHH! I'm Back! Wow she's such a fussy Bussy! I have such a hard time with Thisa. She makes the same sound when she's happy, mad, excited. It's a yelling that is already getting frustrating. Mainly because I don't know if she's happy or mad. It frustrates Jon also and he only hears it from 6pm till bedtime. She's doing it right now. OK, Emma Breath, whhooooou! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, Bun was playing starfall on the computer. He calls it ABC's. 'OK baby give me a break, please?' Everything seemed fine. So, I thought I could finally blog. I sit down type in the title and Thisa stars fussing. I had just gotten back to the computer and type a little bit and she starts up again. As you might be able to tell. alright I think once again I don't have time. If you laugh at my troubles it's OK 'cause it makes me smile when I know others go through the same things as me. And hopefully I be able to laugh sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3781552869609948459?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3781552869609948459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3781552869609948459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3781552869609948459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3781552869609948459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-time-ever.html' title='No Time Ever'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6798183487201595408</id><published>2009-01-27T11:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:48:56.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Birthday -by Cirrus</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! Today is my Mommy's Birthday. Mommy's excited that she likes her presents from me and Crimsel and Daddy and Xanthisa. I gave my Mommy the ABZ Book, by Shel Silverstein. My brother gave my Mommy slippers that fit her, the right size. Xanthisa gave my Mommy a new radio. And, Daddy gave my Mommy a 'Light Wedge' book light. And I gave my Mommy a card too. So, Mommy likes flowers, and my favorite thing about my Mommy is she plays toys with me. So, this is a beautiful day for my Mommy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;From: Cirrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl -by Crimsel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanthisa gave Mommy that radio. When Cirrus gave her a present. When I gave mommy a present too. And, Daddy gave a present. He gave two. I like Mommy opening the presents. My favorite thing about Mommy is dreaming about her picture. I want to put on her Birthday a Cake. I love to kiss my Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;From: Crimsel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6798183487201595408?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6798183487201595408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6798183487201595408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6798183487201595408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6798183487201595408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommys-birthday-by-cirrus.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Birthday -by Cirrus'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3943809865711781042</id><published>2008-12-13T13:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:52:50.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xani's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blessing was a success, and very simple. I did it! I made almost every bit of Xanthisa's blessing outfit. I bought the shoes, yet I tacked on matching flowers. The onesie was an old one, and the ruffly butt pants my Mom made them over five years ago for Cirrus. It ended up so pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfafXz8QI/AAAAAAAAAVA/teeVhYMfa0A/s1600-h/septodec+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279379203143495938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfafXz8QI/AAAAAAAAAVA/teeVhYMfa0A/s320/septodec+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone who came. We loved seeing you and appreciate your support for our little family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfahSZT7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lys78zMg-bo/s1600-h/septodec+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279379203657650098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfahSZT7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lys78zMg-bo/s320/septodec+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a cake made and boy was that interesting. I showed up a half hour before I was suppose to and they told me 'Just a second'. Umm, yah! She pulled out a bucket and started to spread the filling on my cake. Then she asked me what color I wanted again and I told her pink, it's for a girl. So, the HOT PINK was a bit of a surprise. It ended up staining my kids' faces. They looked like the Joker! Hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfbf5l8jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3yPZdY-hFs0/s1600-h/septodec+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279379220465054258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfbf5l8jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3yPZdY-hFs0/s320/septodec+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the cake, we had my favorite juice the Hawaiian Mango Orange. And, Jon's Grandma brought her Frog Eyed Salad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfazSMtYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Hs0fJJEF4QY/s1600-h/septodec+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279379208488662402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfazSMtYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Hs0fJJEF4QY/s320/septodec+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Again for all your support and love! It was great to see you all! And sorry to all you that were too sick to make it. We missed you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3943809865711781042?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3943809865711781042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3943809865711781042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3943809865711781042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3943809865711781042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/12/xanis-blessing.html' title='Xani&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SUQfafXz8QI/AAAAAAAAAVA/teeVhYMfa0A/s72-c/septodec+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-8370968061074892983</id><published>2008-12-02T15:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:33:23.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>Just real quick... We'll be having the baby blessing on Sunday December 7, 2008 @ our church, 11am. Any questions just call me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW228LhLoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7o1nDYiGVdE/s1600-h/october+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275323593518034562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW228LhLoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7o1nDYiGVdE/s400/october+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW22l4PQPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tg-JbZxr4d0/s1600-h/october+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275323587531587826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW22l4PQPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tg-JbZxr4d0/s400/october+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW22l4PQPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tg-JbZxr4d0/s1600-h/october+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW232NngRI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tAp2WjrnFSk/s1600-h/october+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275323609096093970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW232NngRI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tAp2WjrnFSk/s400/october+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW23mUSBGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vf7L5kVB15c/s1600-h/october+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275323604829078626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW23mUSBGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vf7L5kVB15c/s400/october+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW24DbQvwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/syswBonehdA/s1600-h/october+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275323612642983682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW24DbQvwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/syswBonehdA/s400/october+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-8370968061074892983?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8370968061074892983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=8370968061074892983' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8370968061074892983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8370968061074892983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-blessing.html' title='Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/STW228LhLoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7o1nDYiGVdE/s72-c/october+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-1171219161419916134</id><published>2008-10-11T18:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:23:06.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, it's almost been a month, already? I did not remember as much as I thought I did about taking care of a new baby. Xanthisa's also been completely different than the other two. She'd not cry to eat. I'd just happen to check in on her and find her rooting, so I'd feed her. Then she'd spit up a bit of the milk. My other two cried for their food and never ever spit up. Now don't be jealous and think I'm getting my own now. My other two were purger's. At least once a month a rainbow of everything would fly out all over me. Me, since I was the one feeding them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP3VyKm_I/AAAAAAAAASs/OIyIZR80TT4/s1600-h/video3+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256070052277033970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP3VyKm_I/AAAAAAAAASs/OIyIZR80TT4/s320/video3+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our Family Doctor told me " You're probably producing enof milk. You could cut you feeding time down to 3-6 minutes each side." This is because Xanthisa will keep eating as long as something is in her mouth. Poor thing doesn't know when to stop, and if I forget to stop her or fall asleep. Oh, ouch pain for me! OK, so, you probably don't want to hear about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP3l0Uy6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/D_RcQhcf7xQ/s1600-h/video3+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256070056581057442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP3l0Uy6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/D_RcQhcf7xQ/s320/video3+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanthisa was 7 lbs. 8 oz. at her 2 week apt. and they measured her 21 in. long. I think they were an inch too long. The pen was angled. After the first time I gave up and just let our nurse do her job. Tee hee hee! I think if she really grew 2 inches and weighs 5oz. less than she did at birth at this rate we'll have a very skinny giant on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP4L-EGwI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eTl5uNfTm2k/s1600-h/video4+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256070066822454018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP4L-EGwI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eTl5uNfTm2k/s320/video4+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all doing great. Today we cleaned up the yard, and Jon took care of the swamp cooler and trimmed the tree. To get it all ready for winter. The news lady said the valley should have 2 to 3 inches of SNOW tomorrow. And for you yardyins we had to trim the tree, it was making scratching sounds on the kids window. We have scared kids when the wind blows. Hopefully now we wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP4p2QBuI/AAAAAAAAATE/6xWxk7fOyeY/s1600-h/video4+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256070074842744546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP4p2QBuI/AAAAAAAAATE/6xWxk7fOyeY/s320/video4+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I forgot how cold it gets down here in our basement. It will be nice when we finally get to getting it finished. Cement walls and flooring just are very warming. We have a goal of getting it done in at least 2 years. Cirrus will be almost 8 and will need some separation from her little bother. Thanks for the previous comments! I love 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-1171219161419916134?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1171219161419916134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=1171219161419916134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/1171219161419916134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/1171219161419916134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SPFP3VyKm_I/AAAAAAAAASs/OIyIZR80TT4/s72-c/video3+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6859759206148379948</id><published>2008-09-21T12:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:57:12.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Already adjusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; So, Jon took the older kidlins to church, while I'm here with Xanthisa. I've unpacked the bags and thought I'd post something small, then go nap. I haven't even slept as much as I could have. I'm just so concerned, is she eating enof? Should I wake her or not to feed her? Well, the kids just love her and always want to touch, kiss and hold her. We're trying to teach Crimsel to stop grabbing her head and jerking it. Older kids, what'll you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Before!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYGyCvCnI/AAAAAAAAASM/w2oQ43Y3SDQ/s1600-h/video3+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248549658026773106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYGyCvCnI/AAAAAAAAASM/w2oQ43Y3SDQ/s320/video3+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Siblings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYHGxpVDI/AAAAAAAAASU/xslv6K6y_Zs/s1600-h/video3+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248549663592240178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYHGxpVDI/AAAAAAAAASU/xslv6K6y_Zs/s320/video3+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy Loves Me! Oh, yes she does!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYHhW8eSI/AAAAAAAAASc/ynaNPuLEQ_g/s1600-h/video3+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248549670728005922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYHhW8eSI/AAAAAAAAASc/ynaNPuLEQ_g/s320/video3+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy Adores Me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYH_4LDuI/AAAAAAAAASk/-gtrbszFjYo/s1600-h/video3+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248549678920437474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYH_4LDuI/AAAAAAAAASk/-gtrbszFjYo/s320/video3+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming Home All 'GIRLED UP'!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaTs2uGszI/AAAAAAAAARE/0Db-ZLiEEEc/s1600-h/video3+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248544814559310642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaTs2uGszI/AAAAAAAAARE/0Db-ZLiEEEc/s400/video3+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6859759206148379948?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6859759206148379948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6859759206148379948' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6859759206148379948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6859759206148379948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/09/already-adjusting.html' title='Already adjusting'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNaYGyCvCnI/AAAAAAAAASM/w2oQ43Y3SDQ/s72-c/video3+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-1609979041793987965</id><published>2008-09-18T21:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:50:54.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNMhY2gyxbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_R3D9iImJW4/s1600-h/101_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247574701650396594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNMhY2gyxbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_R3D9iImJW4/s400/101_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xanthisa Rain Owings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Born @ 2:36pm on September 18th, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 lbs. 13 oz.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19 inches long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 1/2 hours of labor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;about 6 MINUTES of pushing, or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The most beautiful new second baby girl I've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Proud Daddy, super excited older siblins, and a very happy Mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-1609979041793987965?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1609979041793987965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=1609979041793987965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/1609979041793987965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/1609979041793987965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-here.html' title='SHE&apos;S HERE!!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNMhY2gyxbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_R3D9iImJW4/s72-c/101_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7296958862978303817</id><published>2008-09-17T12:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:52:36.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am to call the hospital tomorrow at 6:30 AM. WHAT? I never wake up before 8:30 at the earliest, except to pee. It shall be worth it. Instead of the pain getting worse as she grows, the pain will max, then I'll be on med.s, (or vice/versa) and in six weeks or less I'll be feeling fine (and tired). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkbYPh_iI/AAAAAAAAANc/K8hsAWCkvjE/s1600-h/video+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247085462390177314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkbYPh_iI/AAAAAAAAANc/K8hsAWCkvjE/s200/video+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkbx9LWKI/AAAAAAAAANk/uoYxsc_rkK8/s1600-h/video+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247085469292517538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkbx9LWKI/AAAAAAAAANk/uoYxsc_rkK8/s200/video+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkcFe5kwI/AAAAAAAAANs/L35weTJsDno/s1600-h/video+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247085474534232834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkcFe5kwI/AAAAAAAAANs/L35weTJsDno/s200/video+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the work to still get done. I'm finishing up the laundry, and packing the bags. Then I need to clean the bassinet off (it's a bit dusty). Jon promised to clean the kitchen tonight. We'll see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkcYWbbmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OshIYGmrAx4/s1600-h/video+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247085479598976610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkcYWbbmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OshIYGmrAx4/s200/video+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkcun40FI/AAAAAAAAAN8/B1bi9NpHQLk/s1600-h/video+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247085485577785426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkcun40FI/AAAAAAAAAN8/B1bi9NpHQLk/s200/video+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFlzgHQsVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JfbvzEc1kQ0/s1600-h/video+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247086976331460946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFlzgHQsVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JfbvzEc1kQ0/s200/video+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully all will go well and we'll bring home a perfect, adorable little girl. I probably wont be on for a while to show you pic. I will as soon as I can, but don't count on anything urgent. I love you all and want to thank you for all the help and listening ears that you've given me. I definitely know how difficult I've been through this pregnancy. Please forgive me for any unkindness I've shown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFlz0jne0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/VuhUo4oqeSU/s1600-h/video+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247086981819104066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFlz0jne0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/VuhUo4oqeSU/s200/video+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFl0CggxnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pH3EIWK8Gsw/s1600-h/video+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247086985564178034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFl0CggxnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pH3EIWK8Gsw/s200/video+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFl0bvrOkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7UEboGZ62es/s1600-h/video+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247086992338664002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFl0bvrOkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7UEboGZ62es/s200/video+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFl0xciX_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/0uCwGosIYeA/s1600-h/video+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247086998163972082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFl0xciX_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/0uCwGosIYeA/s200/video+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnIn1QNYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mpf8-bLcJhE/s1600-h/video+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247088438692296066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnIn1QNYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mpf8-bLcJhE/s200/video+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnIwOs5DI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Oq59IBHj_2Y/s1600-h/video+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247088440946517042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnIwOs5DI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Oq59IBHj_2Y/s200/video+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, love you, love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnJK9KqtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9d0Tgl16Qio/s1600-h/video+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247088448120728274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnJK9KqtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9d0Tgl16Qio/s200/video+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnJo9DTnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-w6VRH_h2YQ/s1600-h/video+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247088456173309554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnJo9DTnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-w6VRH_h2YQ/s200/video+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnKOoka7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/JU9B3SzFiIA/s1600-h/video+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247088466287946674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFnKOoka7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/JU9B3SzFiIA/s200/video+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFoc8tMnCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/S5dWz_do0Ew/s1600-h/video+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247089887404661794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFoc8tMnCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/S5dWz_do0Ew/s200/video+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFodF3UoNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/C254CTLYwRc/s1600-h/video+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247089889863049426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFodF3UoNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/C254CTLYwRc/s200/video+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFodkt3tGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mCcFMhGilBQ/s1600-h/video+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247089898144904290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFodkt3tGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mCcFMhGilBQ/s200/video+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the last pictures of my TWO wonderful kidlins. Soon there shall be three, but today I still have two. And, I love them dearly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFofqyAp5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rspOmZ2bGAA/s1600-h/video+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247089934132619154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFofqyAp5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rspOmZ2bGAA/s200/video+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFogOodtaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xwEs-h5M3oQ/s1600-h/video+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247089943756256674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFogOodtaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xwEs-h5M3oQ/s200/video+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFphF4cxiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wSUF_8mGPFw/s1600-h/video+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247091058098882082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFphF4cxiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wSUF_8mGPFw/s200/video+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFph5bXrYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tyDoVHOWq8A/s1600-h/video+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFphVJmwDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Uqme6C14gXk/s1600-h/video+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247091062197370930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFphVJmwDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Uqme6C14gXk/s200/video+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFph5bXrYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tyDoVHOWq8A/s1600-h/video+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247091071935556994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFph5bXrYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tyDoVHOWq8A/s200/video+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFpiBbW81I/AAAAAAAAAQU/-Z4e78wcM-Y/s1600-h/video+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247091074082992978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFpiBbW81I/AAAAAAAAAQU/-Z4e78wcM-Y/s200/video+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7296958862978303817?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7296958862978303817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7296958862978303817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7296958862978303817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7296958862978303817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SNFkbYPh_iI/AAAAAAAAANc/K8hsAWCkvjE/s72-c/video+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-2372475979424224557</id><published>2008-09-10T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:48:09.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I don't know???</title><content type='html'>I saw my Doctor yesterday and he said that I could decide, that if I don't have my baby girl by next Tuesday, I could be induced next Thursday. Uh, OK! I'll consider it! I just feel like I need more time before she comes. I haven't even gotten her clothes out and washed them, in the baby soap. I really have too much to do. Do you think I could store her on a shelf for a while? We also don't even have a name for her.&lt;br /&gt;On the great side we have our living room all clean, the kids room is staying cleanly maintained, and our room just needs a picking up.&lt;br /&gt;The Kitchen and Basement need quite a bit of help, but not as much as before. Which is good. I just don't know if we can get it done by Tuesday. With Jon's crazy work hours and My Butt resting it's hard to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;So, for me I am waking up every hour of the night to pee, and I can not laugh, sneeze, or cough. OR ELSE!!! The Doc says I'm @ 1cm and 60%. Which means nothing to me. I will be in the same situation in two weeks if I decide to not get induced early. I should know. I've had two other kids. So, I just don't know! Wait it out, comfort or not? Or, go ahead prepared or not? Hmmm? Decisions, decisions! Well, what ever happens I'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-2372475979424224557?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2372475979424224557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=2372475979424224557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2372475979424224557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/2372475979424224557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-dont-know.html' title='So, I don&apos;t know???'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4864893655116860500</id><published>2008-08-20T16:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:26:13.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little LOT of news</title><content type='html'>So, I finally was able to make it downstairs today. Last Thursday I was having 'a bit of ' BH. It felt like the beginning of labor to me, but was way too irregular. Coming and going at least 4 times every hour. And this has continued on. Yesterday I was stuck doing nothing. Today is a lot better. The BH has either calmed down or my body has gotten used to it after 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On another note last week Sunday night I watched the news about a family that was in a car wreck, hit by another car. I never told Jon I saw it. Monday he calls me from work to tell me that it was a guy from work and his family. Dustin, the dad, wasn't wearing his seat belt, was thrown from the van and the van rolled over him killing him almost instantly. He is survived by his wife and three children. Jon told me his work is going to do a fundraiser for the family this Friday and Saturday, August 22 &amp;amp; 23, And next weekend Friday and Saturday, August 29 &amp;amp; 30. When I get more details I will blog them for anyone that will be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On Friday night we had our own little adventure of trying to make it to Jon's Family reunion. It was up in Idaho. At a new location we had never even heard of. We left home at about 4 pm and the drive was to be about 2-3 hrs. long. We ended up getting there after 11pm. We got stuck in traffic, and had the adventure of potty trained kids (which we've never had before), and then we got a little lost. I only say a little, because we actually weren't lost, but we thought we were. So, we turned around and went back to the freeway, got gas at a different exit and drove the freeway looking for the right exit. Just to end up back where we were and to see the sign we missed the first time, 'Preston 31 miles'. Then we finally got to the canyon. Sign read ' Cub River Lodge 7 miles'. We drove on Jon saw a sign and decided to turn around, he thought it was the turn off. When I saw the street sign I thought it was also. After driving a dirt road up and up for quite a while Jon wanted to turn around. I said to keep going, 'cause what if we're on the right road. Well, sure enof there was a closed gate and a turn around. But the awesome thing that happened. I saw what looked like a large wounded bird hopping around on the side of the road. turned out to be a 'Great Horned Owl' and no kidding, when it flew off, right in front of our car, it's wing span had to be at least 6 feet. Soooo Awesome! Well, we got back to the main road and found out the sign Jon read said 4 more miles, and the street sign I saw had been turned. But it was worth the dirty car to see the owl. Soon enof we got there and almost everyone was asleep. Jon and the kids went right to bed. I got 3 hours of sleep. And what was up with all the women going to the bathroom all night long. You'd think I wasn't the only prego woman there. Each time I went to go someone beat me to it. And they'd turn the light on, which turned the fan on, which 'VRRRRRED' through the whole lodge. K, light on once, view the room quickly, turn light off and go in the dark people. Oh boy, was I ornery the  next day! And everyone knew it. How embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt; When we got to the reservoir they had a boat with a banana and left the tube at the shore. Cirrus, Crimsel and their two cousins Jayden &amp;amp; Hazel were playing on the tube. Cirrus and Crimsel did not have life jackets on. Jon and I thought they'd be fine on the shore line, since most shore lines gradually go into the water. Cirrus and Hazel were on the tube, while Crimsel and Jayden were holding the rope. Situation... the girls would float out, not even three feet, scream for fun, and the boys would pull them back in. On the last time Crimsel jerked the rope too hard and Cirrus fell in the water and almost drown. I went to jump up and fell in pain. while Uncle went running and Daddy walked down to Cirrus. In the meantime all but her fingertips were showing. The shoreline drops completely. I saw jet skiers step off of their jet ski's and go completely under unknowingly. Not even 3 feet off the shoreline. Anyways, Cirrus is just fine and doesn't like the water anymore. I completely understand! I almost drown when Jon and I were dating. I still have fear about chain tubing down a creek. And I am an adult, she's only 5.&lt;br /&gt; Amazingly we got home in the 2-3 hrs. that we had hoped to get there in. We've been home since Saturday night and I finally feel like I'm recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw my doctor last week and he told me he might be able to take the baby a week early, but we'll have to wait and see. And that's it will be up to me. Honestly, I'm not sure yet. If he wont take her now and I have to wait anyways, what's  another week. Or, maybe I'm just crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4864893655116860500?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4864893655116860500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4864893655116860500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4864893655116860500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4864893655116860500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-lot-of-news.html' title='A little LOT of news'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-6898957651286173792</id><published>2008-08-09T11:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:51:08.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got an Email Tag. Thought I'd share!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TAG YOU ARE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two names you go by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. Emma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. M&amp;amp;M’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two things you are wearing right now: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Shh, not much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I am in my 8th month and not up for anything but comfort in my own home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two longest car rides:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. Missouri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. California&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two of your favorite things to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. Redecorate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  2. Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. A Clean house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2. Complete financial bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three animals you have or have had: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Lady – black cocker spaniel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2. Fish, fish, and more fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 3. Mariah – a very beautiful Siberian Husky   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Things you ate/drank today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. Kix &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 3. Grape juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two people you last talked to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. My Mom &amp;amp; Dad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Neighbor Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two things you're doing today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. Laundry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Finishing up the rearranging of the kids room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two favorite holidays: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2. 4th of July - I’ve decided that it’s my non-holiday&lt;br /&gt;(No stress, or planning - a whatever happens, happens - kind of day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Two Favorite Drinks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1. Icee’s (oh yah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2. Orange mango juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last 2 people you txted: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Jon my hubby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. That’s it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last 2 people you received email from:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. Becky&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the 9th picture saved on your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; My Kidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-6898957651286173792?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6898957651286173792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=6898957651286173792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6898957651286173792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/6898957651286173792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-email-tag-thought-id-share.html' title='I got an Email Tag. Thought I&apos;d share!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-256612026341387918</id><published>2008-08-08T08:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:46:13.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...the Memories</title><content type='html'>Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-256612026341387918?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/256612026341387918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=256612026341387918' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/256612026341387918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/256612026341387918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/08/alrightthe-memories.html' title='Alright...the Memories'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5669787923420084556</id><published>2008-07-17T12:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:41:50.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being honest</title><content type='html'>Is it really wrong of me to check my blog to see if anyone left a comment? I know how bad i am at writing letters, emailing, &amp;amp; using the phone. Really any type of communication. But I started finding a slight joy in blogging, sadly just because people comment. I am very vain! Thinking how good am I? Do people really read this? Maybe I should give it a rest! Or, maybe I am too cooped up with this pregnancy. Wow! I think I am really wanting some love and attention today. I feel like I might need a good cry. Yesterday, seemed like a screaming match and today I feel like crying. I can hardly breath with this baby squishing me, and have been thinking of asking the Doc. if he would just induce me now. Oh, what am I going to do with myself. I am staying busy. It's just today and some other days. The insanity of pregnancy! Waaaa! OK, faking the cry wont bring it on. Maybe a good commercial will. No time for a long movie and then a good cry. My home would be destroyed by time that was over. Alright I'll just complain to myself now and find a way to get the real tears out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5669787923420084556?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5669787923420084556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5669787923420084556' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5669787923420084556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5669787923420084556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-being-honest.html' title='Just being honest'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-769950565307877661</id><published>2008-07-16T12:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:08:10.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The random list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SH5UeEdoIdI/AAAAAAAAANU/o63YG-xV3m8/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705493367169490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SH5UeEdoIdI/AAAAAAAAANU/o63YG-xV3m8/s200/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged! Um, well the funny thing is that I don't know 6 other people who blog that I can tag. So, you can just read this. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SH5UcTAEWRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Aiy3n7WM22I/s1600-h/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705462909982994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SH5UcTAEWRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Aiy3n7WM22I/s200/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 random things about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SH5UchfLpQI/AAAAAAAAANM/WX1FiJ3ODnM/s1600-h/Picture2+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705466798580994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SH5UchfLpQI/AAAAAAAAANM/WX1FiJ3ODnM/s200/Picture2+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;This is one of my favorite things to remember.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From -The Princess Bride beginning of scene 19- Sobering the Spaniard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I am waiting for you Vacini. You told me to go back to the beginning. So, I have! This is where I am and this is where I'll stay. I will not be moved.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ho, there" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hey there low barge keep your, Ho,there.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But the prince gave orders." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'So did Vacini. When a job went wrong you went back to the beginning. Well, this is where we got the job, so it's the beginning. And I am staying till Vacini come. I am waiting for Vacini.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever things get bad I remember to go back to the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I don't know how to add clips to my blog, so I thought I'd just play it out for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I hate clothes, so when you come to visit, if you don't call first it takes me a while to answer the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am decent enof for my kids, just not company. And, my son has picked up the habit of taking his pants off right after he takes his shoes off at our front door. Just so your prepared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I hate being fake. That is why I pretty much share every detail of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I realized, if I ever get another pet it will be a dog. Small, no whining or barking, very low shedding, no musky odors, good with kids, low maintenance lap dog. And not ugly. It'll probably be a good ten years or so before I get one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wanted to have 600 kids before I died @ the age of 730 years old. Yet, now I don't think I could handle even one more pregnancy, and no I will not adopt that many kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sadly, I don't have any hobbies right now. But I have some ideas to start trying next year. Golf has been on my mind, but I don't know how well they would deal with screaming while you hit the ball. Just to deal with frustration, people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-769950565307877661?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/769950565307877661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=769950565307877661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/769950565307877661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/769950565307877661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-list.html' title='The random list'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SH5UeEdoIdI/AAAAAAAAANU/o63YG-xV3m8/s72-c/Picture+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7448851653881360856</id><published>2008-06-30T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:46:43.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OKOKOK...</title><content type='html'>I should know better, yet I don't. This last Sat, I moved our Washer and Dryer, so they'd be lined up again. Yes I did ask for help. No it did not come (or maybe not fast enof). So, I did what I felt I had to do. Then I smelled gas. We thought it was from the waterheater, until the next morning. We had aired out the house, then Jon shut the windows before he came to bed at 2am or so. And, Sunday morning I went downstairs to get clean clothes. Oh, it smelled like gas, natural Gas! Anyways, I couldn't get Jon up so I called my Dad. Thanks for the help Dad. Jon bought a new gas line for the dryer or so he thought. When he tried to install it, it didn't fit. So, me being the very, have to be in charge, 'cause I know best woman took back the new hose and got the right one. And, me being still that same woman I had to install it right when I came home with it. Well, it works and there's no gas leaks, but yes I had to move the dryer again. And YES OUCH!!! Oh, well I'll have to sit for a few days. At least something got done. Little by little it will all be done before my new cute girl comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7448851653881360856?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7448851653881360856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7448851653881360856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7448851653881360856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7448851653881360856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/06/okokok.html' title='OKOKOK...'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-5957377112388569998</id><published>2008-06-19T12:46:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:41:02.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna see some old pic's</title><content type='html'>Ok! So, these are really old cell phone picture's. They're not all greatly taken, but some of them are priceless. They date from '06-'07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqquldBMMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0SSOxH5-9eI/s1600-h/01-04-07clo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213667235939299522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqquldBMMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0SSOxH5-9eI/s400/01-04-07clo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqu-Cvs5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DWrY3BRVmYM/s1600-h/01-05-07cro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213667242539987858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqu-Cvs5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DWrY3BRVmYM/s400/01-05-07cro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First pics with a cell phone ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqvBSXZMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4bLwLBLRhD8/s1600-h/01-09-07clo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213667243410810050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqvBSXZMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4bLwLBLRhD8/s400/01-09-07clo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Pumpkin shoes! She walked around for days in their candy collector's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqwWZhEjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w4xfDgCYjKU/s1600-h/08-22-06clo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213667266257818162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqwWZhEjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w4xfDgCYjKU/s400/08-22-06clo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqwtWF7RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BVvjYMRvadc/s1600-h/08-22-06cro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213667272417471762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqqwtWF7RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BVvjYMRvadc/s400/08-22-06cro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrye-ObgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pFksNMOyJJs/s1600-h/08-23-06clo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213668402430635522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrye-ObgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pFksNMOyJJs/s400/08-23-06clo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrypMPSNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jYDs-O0MTZo/s1600-h/08-23-06clo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213668405173766354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrypMPSNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jYDs-O0MTZo/s400/08-23-06clo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrzbQWn6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7WT5PI2Za5w/s1600-h/08-24-06cro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213668418612797346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrzbQWn6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7WT5PI2Za5w/s400/08-24-06cro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrzb2l-EI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8Ulrzl1TGGw/s1600-h/08-28-06cro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213668418773186626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrzb2l-EI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8Ulrzl1TGGw/s400/08-28-06cro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrzrVGilI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2iGDTYh6BOo/s1600-h/08-28-06cro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213668422927682130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqrzrVGilI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2iGDTYh6BOo/s400/08-28-06cro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I tried to cut Crimsel's hair while he was just sitting on the floor. Didn't work! So, I called this his 'Black Adder' hair cut. I buzzed it after Jon got to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqsgs_LCaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Pv2E_ENqK1Y/s1600-h/08-28-06eio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669196466686370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqsgs_LCaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Pv2E_ENqK1Y/s400/08-28-06eio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An Attempt to trim my own hair. Not to bad I'd say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqsgmVZ6PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c8tuE9p9WDA/s1600-h/08-29-06cro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669194680887538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqsgmVZ6PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c8tuE9p9WDA/s400/08-29-06cro1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqsg0fQ4wI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gEi7fL8CyrA/s1600-h/08-30-06clo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669198480335618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqsg0fQ4wI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gEi7fL8CyrA/s400/08-30-06clo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the Super booster car seats we own there are head rests that Cirrus decided would be her new hat. I think it looks medieval, or mickey mousey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqshJPuvaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/q4eqJlcKPuA/s1600-h/08-30-06eio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669204052327842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqshJPuvaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/q4eqJlcKPuA/s400/08-30-06eio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Wow, I look hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqshT20kyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hv4h-iT3d1A/s1600-h/09-13-06clo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669206900642594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqshT20kyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hv4h-iT3d1A/s400/09-13-06clo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jon and I left the scissors on the bathroom counter, and Cirrus decided her waist length hair was too long. She cut her own hair off of one side of her head, luckily it was straight and only chin length. So, she went from long to bob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtFe-PeEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Uk-_rFSJLrk/s1600-h/09-13-06cro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669828359845954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtFe-PeEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Uk-_rFSJLrk/s400/09-13-06cro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtFVzwTKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2KRW8PxEAsw/s1600-h/09-13-06eioclocro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669825899941026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtFVzwTKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2KRW8PxEAsw/s400/09-13-06eioclocro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Mommy and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtFm6RK-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/VU1xyWc1j4w/s1600-h/09-14-06eio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669830490663906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtFm6RK-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/VU1xyWc1j4w/s400/09-14-06eio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Silly Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtF6gwXtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PSaz3ykE3T0/s1600-h/09-18-06jbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669835752365778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtF6gwXtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PSaz3ykE3T0/s400/09-18-06jbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jon got his hair cut for me for my Birthday, 2007! Oooo, I loved it! I think he looks like Chuck Norris. Woo, woo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtF6WjLTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/k46ov8WvDiU/s1600-h/09-26-06clo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213669835709558066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtF6WjLTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/k46ov8WvDiU/s400/09-26-06clo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Dress Up and silly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtr9fV39I/AAAAAAAAALE/1dWzNfs68AI/s1600-h/10-03-06clo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213670489386770386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtr9fV39I/AAAAAAAAALE/1dWzNfs68AI/s400/10-03-06clo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Cirrus found a really cool game to play. Get Daddy's Tie trow it around the railing, hang on and slide. They did that for weeks. I wonder why they stopped?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtr0NZMuI/AAAAAAAAALM/Vqv5qEkBb7k/s1600-h/10-04-06clo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213670486895571682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtr0NZMuI/AAAAAAAAALM/Vqv5qEkBb7k/s400/10-04-06clo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtsF10gbI/AAAAAAAAALU/qZnWKORgJNQ/s1600-h/10-04-06cro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213670491628536242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtsF10gbI/AAAAAAAAALU/qZnWKORgJNQ/s400/10-04-06cro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtsEGU3BI/AAAAAAAAALc/-eyuPbzZlaE/s1600-h/10-05-06clo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213670491160894482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqtsEGU3BI/AAAAAAAAALc/-eyuPbzZlaE/s400/10-05-06clo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my Favorite pic's of Cirrus. I wish I could blow it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiOoCx3I/AAAAAAAAALs/duVY7jLNUJc/s1600-h/10-10-06clo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213671421699606386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiOoCx3I/AAAAAAAAALs/duVY7jLNUJc/s400/10-10-06clo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiMfs97I/AAAAAAAAAL0/P0__iMZ5LL4/s1600-h/10-10-06cro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213671421127751602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiMfs97I/AAAAAAAAAL0/P0__iMZ5LL4/s400/10-10-06cro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I told Crimsel to Squeeze that apple. hehehe! he did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiWSaSSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ayOXnTHMGQY/s1600-h/10-20-06clo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213671423756355874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiWSaSSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ayOXnTHMGQY/s400/10-20-06clo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiQNFK-I/AAAAAAAAAME/2yOHBZQ0aAY/s1600-h/10-20-06cro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213671422123387874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquiQNFK-I/AAAAAAAAAME/2yOHBZQ0aAY/s400/10-20-06cro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquimnoRKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZXFFYIzZkMk/s1600-h/10-31-06clocro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213671428140319906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFquimnoRKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZXFFYIzZkMk/s400/10-31-06clocro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqv8rGO0TI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V0b8wcfIiFc/s1600-h/10-31-06cro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213672975530643762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqv8rGO0TI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V0b8wcfIiFc/s400/10-31-06cro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Halloween 2007! She's a Unicorn and he's a frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-5957377112388569998?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5957377112388569998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=5957377112388569998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5957377112388569998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/5957377112388569998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanna-see-some-old-pics.html' title='Wanna see some old pic&apos;s'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFqquldBMMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0SSOxH5-9eI/s72-c/01-04-07clo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4951306194350803995</id><published>2008-06-17T14:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:05:36.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Thing Today.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Kids and I went outside and I saw this weird looking thing in the tree. So, I pulled off the section of leaves to get a closer look. It was a black and yellow striped spider about 2 cm. long with it’s fangs in a fly (still alive) that was about ½ in. long. Just pulling it around. Over the 20 min.s or so that I watched I saw the color drain from the fly as it went lifeless. Wow, it was cool! So, here are the pic.s and a min. video I took of it. Please, don’t mind the focus. My camera doesn’t do that great on things that small.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghvqNEEAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ba5ecor7CRo/s1600-h/Picture3+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212953671347998722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghvqNEEAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ba5ecor7CRo/s200/Picture3+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghvrT9ssI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zdXXIs3x3XU/s1600-h/Picture3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212953671645377218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghvrT9ssI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zdXXIs3x3XU/s200/Picture3+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghwFzUmbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cxPSGe6FVQI/s1600-h/Picture3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212953678756223410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghwFzUmbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cxPSGe6FVQI/s200/Picture3+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghxH2jM5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/bJ9IV6FZwGQ/s1600-h/Picture3+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212953696486503314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghxH2jM5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/bJ9IV6FZwGQ/s200/Picture3+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15eb69d2a3495639" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15eb69d2a3495639%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13FBD04BD4D40EF74F9F40D05F671CC3173B9DA5.2EC812B917E0944F0F6CFF7D8359994DA03ACD1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15eb69d2a3495639%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgpNjazaxX1rlvvozPRNe5Y5kP24&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15eb69d2a3495639%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13FBD04BD4D40EF74F9F40D05F671CC3173B9DA5.2EC812B917E0944F0F6CFF7D8359994DA03ACD1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15eb69d2a3495639%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgpNjazaxX1rlvvozPRNe5Y5kP24&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Pretty cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4951306194350803995?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15eb69d2a3495639&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4951306194350803995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4951306194350803995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4951306194350803995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4951306194350803995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/06/cool-thing-today.html' title='Cool Thing Today.......'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFghvqNEEAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ba5ecor7CRo/s72-c/Picture3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7133342594682359193</id><published>2008-06-15T15:23:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:25:24.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUQVLN4II/AAAAAAAAAFo/okbD06kYOfY/s1600-h/DW35303-R1-021-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212235152034226306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUQVLN4II/AAAAAAAAAFo/okbD06kYOfY/s200/DW35303-R1-021-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUQicxRnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_alWImr_xr0/s1600-h/DW35303-R1-023-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212235155597510258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUQicxRnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_alWImr_xr0/s200/DW35303-R1-023-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUQrrWfPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9ocR_XYpAXg/s1600-h/DW35303-R1-025-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212235158074588402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUQrrWfPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9ocR_XYpAXg/s200/DW35303-R1-025-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212235631340827090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUsOu0MdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IgDqLCwutRw/s320/DW35304-R1-047-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWI27tZJnI/AAAAAAAAACo/NecT1n72-XI/s1600-h/08-22-06jbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222621073614450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWI27tZJnI/AAAAAAAAACo/NecT1n72-XI/s400/08-22-06jbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWI3CfVRNI/AAAAAAAAACw/mt6Q686HBNI/s1600-h/08-22-06jbocro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222622893688018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWI3CfVRNI/AAAAAAAAACw/mt6Q686HBNI/s400/08-22-06jbocro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWO2pBUurI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Cd8sGDAeAzc/s1600-h/08-23-06jbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212229213126703794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWO2pBUurI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Cd8sGDAeAzc/s400/08-23-06jbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWO3Q_GFuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VcEW6Rg-g5I/s1600-h/08-23-06jbo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212229223854773986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWO3Q_GFuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VcEW6Rg-g5I/s400/08-23-06jbo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWO4fBwPDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/83IUjhPHMaQ/s1600-h/09-18-06jbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212229244803890226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWO4fBwPDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/83IUjhPHMaQ/s400/09-18-06jbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how we love this wonderful man!&lt;br /&gt;He is the greatest man in the land.&lt;br /&gt;We love his kisses and we love his hugs.&lt;br /&gt;And, we know that he loves all of us lugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWV21IZWDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nPb4is1VAJQ/s1600-h/2006-christmas+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212236912958986290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWV21IZWDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nPb4is1VAJQ/s200/2006-christmas+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWV4IfzkqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A9WRn1bxyXk/s1600-h/2007-11-02_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212236935337317026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWV4IfzkqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A9WRn1bxyXk/s200/2007-11-02_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWV3nN41AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U6tY7E9Fp0A/s1600-h/Picturesss+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212236926403793922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWV3nN41AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U6tY7E9Fp0A/s200/Picturesss+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWMap5zTYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qKzIEc0PLV0/s1600-h/picss+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212226533303995778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWMap5zTYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qKzIEc0PLV0/s320/picss+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWMaEtoA-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/eGt6TC6pI8Y/s1600-h/2007-11-02_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWROwCfIoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BE1xdu_QEYE/s1600-h/2007-11-02_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7133342594682359193?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7133342594682359193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7133342594682359193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7133342594682359193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7133342594682359193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY!!!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SFWUQVLN4II/AAAAAAAAAFo/okbD06kYOfY/s72-c/DW35303-R1-021-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3136181664825901257</id><published>2008-06-09T19:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:01:35.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the greatest but...</title><content type='html'>Umm, Saturday wasn't so great. I spotted a little so, I'm on bed rest for the weekend. And, I have to take it easy for a while. Which to me means the rest of this pregnancy. Oh joy! I have so much to do. Oh so much to do! Jon wants to know if My choice is really the house or the baby. I say both. I want a sterile environment for my new little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Info on baby... I have 3 1/2 months left. She's fine. I know, 'cause she moves allot, and boy does it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;The older siblings are causing trouble. no matter where I'm at or what I'm doing, they're destroying something. Today it was a laundry thing again, Laundry soap &amp;amp; fabric softener being poured out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to include Jon. He still is at Dreyers in the warehouse. They decided they didn't need 2 supervisors and that he could work later day shift. So, they striped his title and he is working 10:30 AM to anywhere between 7PM and 1AM Tues. - Thurs. And, Sunday's 4PM - 1 AM. He doesn't like it, but puts up with it for us.&lt;br /&gt;Things are really hard right now. I do hope they get better. So, until then. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3136181664825901257?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3136181664825901257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3136181664825901257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3136181664825901257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3136181664825901257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-greatest-but.html' title='Not the greatest but...'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-8567235498077360260</id><published>2008-05-28T14:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:47:48.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday, Cirrus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is Cirrus one year ago today! My birthday 4 yr. old.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205542290663371986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3NIhpDdNI/AAAAAAAAACY/0_ngeo1O1N8/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;And now today, One year later @ 5, still cute &amp;amp; messy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3JGBpDdKI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tiltdpe6k1w/s1600-h/Picture+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205537849667187874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3JGBpDdKI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tiltdpe6k1w/s320/Picture+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning she climbed into bed with Daddy, while Crimsel and I got her stuff. We came in singing with a cake and gave her a card. She seemed pleasantly happy, but I think she was a little sad. (you know - where's the present?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3NmhpDdOI/AAAAAAAAACg/wbIPT9J8MSk/s1600-h/Picture+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205542806059447522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3NmhpDdOI/AAAAAAAAACg/wbIPT9J8MSk/s320/Picture+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is her face when she saw her present. We had to take here outside to give it to her. Yup, you guessed it, "IT'S A NEW CAR"! J/K! She got.........she got......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3MoRpDdMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VKxONearVkI/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3MoRpDdMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VKxONearVkI/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205541736612590786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3MoRpDdMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VKxONearVkI/s320/Picture+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A PRINCESS BIKE! WOW WHAT A LUCKY GIRL! She rode it for 1 hour before she fell. I call that talent, for her first time on a big bike. she scraped her right knee and bruised her left hand (the bike fell on it). We went back in the house to have breakfast and get a bandaid. She's been begging to go back out ever since. Don't worry we'll get out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, thank you to Uncle Dirk and Aunt Laura for stashing the bike. Cirrus is the biggest snoop. She had found all the Christmas presents this last Christmas 2007. It ruined the Christmas morning faces of surprise. So, I thought for her Birthday we'll pretend we hadn't gotten anything yet. Ya'hoo it worked. Well, sorta! She still snooped, but she couldn't find it. Ha ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Sweetie Pie! We all love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, Mom, Crimsel, &amp;amp; baby sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-8567235498077360260?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8567235498077360260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=8567235498077360260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8567235498077360260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/8567235498077360260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-5th-birthday-cirrus.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday, Cirrus!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/SD3NIhpDdNI/AAAAAAAAACY/0_ngeo1O1N8/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4505560219310337752</id><published>2008-05-20T14:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:40:54.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;K, I shall start from the beginning. The last year or so, for some reason allot of people have decided to give us their old clothes. Mostly men size XL, Jon is a M/L, and he doesn't like the big baggy clothes, &amp;amp; women size S (are you kiddin' me). I haven't been that size since before I was 16yrs old. Well, I had the bags stacked and ready to go to DI. Cirrus and Crimsel decided - they were to play with. Opened the bags and spread the clothes out everywhere. I'd get most of them picked up and decide to take care of the rest later. Then it would happen again. And then one day I found that they had eaten breakfast on these pulled out clothes. So now I have allot of laundry to do, and I've been doing it. Just to add to my little story, I buy Jon Gummy bears once in a while (he likes 'em), and yes they're the big 5 lb. bags. He can't seem to find a good hiding place for them, ever. The kids got into them, once again, and they became the source of a gummy bear fight all weekend, while my cute little'uns played in the dirty laundry. I just found that I didn't get all the gummy bears out of the laundry.  While I was pulling out my clean, white clothes from the dryer I found that a couple of things were nicely spotted red and in the midst of one item was the culprit. A halfly melted red gummy bear. Just one! Oh and to let you know they all are my clothes, not the ones to go to DI. Joy for me! WAAAAAAA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joy of parenthood! Isn't that a book? I wonder if it's full of these type of stories. If not it really should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4505560219310337752?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4505560219310337752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4505560219310337752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4505560219310337752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4505560219310337752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-kids.html' title='Oh the kids'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4789245369634385758</id><published>2008-05-15T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:51:03.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi all! I really am never good at keeping an update for people. So, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found out January 12th that we were expecting. On May 6th we found out that we are going to have a little girl, due September 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been very pleasant since the morning/all day sickness has stopped. I am very impatient, and very irritable. Not getting much sleep at all. And I am not enjoying all the crying, mostly wining coming out of my 3 &amp;amp; almost 5 year old's. Wow! They're driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I should have realized that I would produce children like me. "Mom how could you curse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mother's day turned out well! I got a hanging Flower plant, a heart necklace &amp;amp; earrings, and receiving blankets &amp;amp; 2 baby bottles. Jon has always thought that the kids should pick out and give the gift that they want. One year I got a toy helicopter. This year they were very insistent that I got the heart jewelry and the pretty pink bottles &amp;amp; blankets. K well I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;screaming children. Atleast it's bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4789245369634385758?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4789245369634385758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4789245369634385758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4789245369634385758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4789245369634385758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-all-i-really-am-never-good-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4211781357721312475</id><published>2008-01-27T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:01:25.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day to you!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick little thing since I'm down here. It's my Birthday and it's Sunday AND I had to work. Yuck! Jon was gunna take us all to dinner last night, but lucky me I got sick. My kids are cute and keep on singing happy birthday to each other. I never told you but they also always wrap up a favorite toy in a shirt or sheet (anything convenient), and bring it to whomever as a gift while they sing.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of this month Crimsel decided to start whining, just whining. He doesn't point or indicate anything. So, I decided to communicate back the same way. It was pretty funny. He wanted me to read Green Eggs and Ham. One of his favorites! (Mine too!) Since he was just shoving the book in my face and whining I decided to read in my best impression of Chinese. He just whined. Then I tried gibberish. He whined. So, I told him I would read it to him in Crimsel Language. So, I Wined the whole book. Before I was done it was "Excuse me Mommy, may I have you read this, please, Mommy?" Just so you know it only worked the one time. He's just being a big whiner.&lt;br /&gt;Cirrus thinks she is the big boss of the home and has to inform me of everything. She even tells on Daddy. Lucky us! Most of it is good information, like someone's stuck,  bleeding, or getting into food (We are having a problem with wasted food, learning kids). So, I really think it is encouraging her. Dang smart kid! She even tries to tell me what to do. And the most terrible thing is, is that it always seems to be right when I'm about to do it. So, do I make her right in telling me what to do, or do I rebel? Oh, well! Time will pass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4211781357721312475?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4211781357721312475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4211781357721312475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4211781357721312475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4211781357721312475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-day-to-you.html' title='Good day to you!'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-4080539956978731504</id><published>2008-01-12T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:03:53.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up late with info</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/R4iBCMkfUEI/AAAAAAAAABI/s3B_Iy_ES0c/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154511648259526722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/R4iBCMkfUEI/AAAAAAAAABI/s3B_Iy_ES0c/s400/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just an update.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jon's job switched him to nights in Oct. 2007, which cut his hours. So, I started working in the mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here's how our days go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wake up at 3:30AM, leave for work by 4:15. I officially start working @ 5AM, they wont pay me to get my radio &amp;amp; keys, I have to get them before I start work. I stop getting paid @ 9AM whether I quit working or not, so I started leaving before some jobs get done. Nice huh? So, I'll get home by 10AM to a breakfast mess. Which is better than it started out as. I'll get really frustrated with the kids and wake up Jon by or before 11AM. Then he usually lets me sleep. He'll take care of the kids for a while then go play his Computer till I wake up and start yelling at him for not watching the kids, because look at the messes they've made. Then @ 3:30PM Jon leaves for Work. With his job he has to finish and do whatever the day guys didn't get done. On a day I called in sick he was there till 4:30AM, but on average he gets home between 1 and 2AM. He'll usually stay up and play his computer till 3:30AM. Most of the time he jumps in bed just before I wake up, other times I'll find him asleep at his computer.It's nice to know where his heart lye's. Well, After Jon heads off to work I try to deal with naps, cleaning up, Arguing, hitting, new messes, then dinner and bedtime. Along with songs and stories, even one each is never enof. Then if I'm lucky I'll get to bed by 10PM. And just when I think I'm gunna make it my day starts all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tuesdays and Thursdays Cirrus has Pre-school. She's really smart. She even amazes her teacher. They're all the way to the letter L now. She can write her first name and has now started trying to write Crimsel's name "Crijh" I think that's a cool name in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, we're having some problems with Cirrus and the bathroom so my unlucky yearning-to boy is waiting his turn to learn about the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The stress is causing me allot of health problems, and that is not something I never learned to deal with well. With church We were asked in October to teach a class but have never been called or set apart and we're still teaching them, and I have been asking/begging to be a VT since July 2007, then I get all these complaints that the Sisters aren't doing their VT. Um, what? Yeah, I'm not making much sense out of it either. I really want to quit, but as the digits tell the truth, I can't. Which just stinks. You know when, you know you're supposed to be doing something and you just can't. Yeah that's how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here's an updated photo of the Family. My Bro. did not take this, Jon's uncle did and it work for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If you notice Crimsel's Smile I thought he was making faces, then I found out that was his smile. To see his teeth you have to tell him to say cheese or to give a happy face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyways, good morning to you all. And please don't expect constant updates from me. I can't do it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You wanna know one thing. some one asked me one time what I did and at that time I said " I'm just a Mom." they told me that noone is ever 'just a Mom'. Well, right now I really wish I was 'Just a MOM.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Jon, Emma, Cirrus, &amp;amp; Crimsel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-4080539956978731504?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4080539956978731504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=4080539956978731504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4080539956978731504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/4080539956978731504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-late-with-info.html' title='Up late with info'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVz7A_wj08/R4iBCMkfUEI/AAAAAAAAABI/s3B_Iy_ES0c/s72-c/IMG_1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-3294284715774785046</id><published>2007-08-15T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:08:59.925-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nighty-night'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh how I love being home! My kidlins are all over me. They are letting me know how much they want me home. Last night our ward had 'Home, Family, &amp; Personal Enrichment', when I was getting ready to go Cirrus and Crimsel were right by me tugging on my arms and legs, saying 'Mommy don't go to work, we love you. You need to stay home with us.' It was one of those things that made me glad to quit my Job. I love them so much. If I could I would hold them forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My home is finally get the, much need, care it deserves. for so long I have been complaining that my home wasn't good enough. Yet, it was me who wasn't good enough for my Home. I am realizing that loving your home means more than just enjoying the luxuries it has to offer. Taking care of my home is the best way I can let it know that I am so pleased to have it surround me and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never would have realized it without the Lord's help, that I needed to work, work, work, in the best way; To finally have peace, calmness, clarity, hope, enjoyment. I have found out for myself that, yes all these years they've been telling us to loose ourselves in the Lords work; to find your self, to have peace. It's true! It is so very true. I have been trying to focus on teaching my children all that is good and right, and helping my friends. Wow! I really wish I could give you a bit of the feelings I have right now. The load that has been lifted from me. Hope was the big one. I really missed having hope. Without it the emptiness is consuming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, to brag a little Cirrus is 4.5 yrs. old and she learned how to write her name in one afternoon. By evening she wrote her name as well as I did in first grade. I know, 'cause I found some of my old school papers in a box here at home. Crimsel is the cutest little rebel. He wants to be so independent, yet if he is, he makes the biggest messes. I love to watch them. I didn't realize what I was missing when I worked. I was so Zombie all day long. In the first week after I quit My kids personalities were so different than I thought they were. I never realized how out of their lives I really was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been a great Learning time. I learned so much. I found myself again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm lovin' it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My life has a purpose and amazing meaning. I am a great Daughter of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just think when you find out that 'You Are A Child Of God' You wont be boasting you'll know you're stating the truth, and you'll be able to say to others that they are beautiful, great children of our Lord. My Little girl says the cutest thing. I ask her 'Who made you?' she answers 'Jesus made me' you ask her 'why she's so beautiful'; she answers 'that Jesus made her that way.' Each night she asks me to sing 'I am a Child of God'. She knows a bit of who she is, and what an inspiration when she wants to know more. Well, I gotta go to sleep now. hope you all are doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-3294284715774785046?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3294284715774785046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=3294284715774785046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3294284715774785046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/3294284715774785046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2007/08/lovin-home.html' title='Lovin&apos; Home'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045226283624556310.post-7253968030445777590</id><published>2007-08-09T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:26:30.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOODNIGHT TO ALL&apos;YA&apos;ALL'/><title type='text'>First Shot =&gt; Here Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now I'm just hoping for some easiness to come along. Things have been pritty tough. Looking at us, you couldn't tell. I think it's 'cause the Lord has been helpping us to mosey along. I know if his spirit and guidence weren't with us we would just fall apart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm guessing, but I'm pretty sure that I will only be filling in spots on this once a month. Jon's Grandma has been asking for a new Family picture for over a month now and we haven't even gotten one in over 2 years. That's just a small example of how up to date I (don't) keep things. I'll have to start downloading pictures, so you can see what we look like. Well, it's late, Jon should be coming home soon, and I need to get up ontime, 6am (Doctor's orders).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8045226283624556310-7253968030445777590?l=absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7253968030445777590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8045226283624556310&amp;postID=7253968030445777590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7253968030445777590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8045226283624556310/posts/default/7253968030445777590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absenceofcapaciouspoise.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-shot-here-goes.html' title='First Shot =&gt; Here Goes'/><author><name>Da'Owings'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070598222674873142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
