<?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-6937431900832985669</id><updated>2012-01-26T02:42:04.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gunderson</title><subtitle type='html'>chase. goldie. jax. ben.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2591129164173461936</id><published>2012-01-01T04:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T04:40:56.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/74168725082758682_bsbJLdWS_b.jpg" alt="HAPPY" style="height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/18507048438247330_5cT63tJy_b.jpg" alt="New Years Resolution " style="height: 256px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it is that resolution time.  I have actually been thinking about what I am going to do better this year.  For as long as I can remember my goal is always to lose weight.  And, considering that is my goal every time Monday morning rolls around, I have decided to go out on a limb and change it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 2012 New Year's Resolution is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BE HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is it.  Sounds simple, but if you really think about it - it's not.  So, that is what I am going to focus on this year - being happy.  It is a HUGE goal.  So many areas of life to be happy about.  So many trials and crap thrown in my life that I have to try and be happy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am ready for a new year.  I am ready for a new outlook.  2011 isn't a year that I would ever want to relive.  Parts of 2011 make me want to cry just thinking about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, here is to a new year. A better year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to being happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2591129164173461936?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2591129164173461936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2591129164173461936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2591129164173461936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2591129164173461936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-3814157043603624757</id><published>2011-12-30T00:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:12:51.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is going to be the ultimate worst Christmas post ever.  I left my camera at my aunt's house (that is 40 minutes away) 2 days before Christmas.  I was sooooo sad.  So, I have just stolen a few pictures from my family that contain my kids.  Sorry Jax and Ben, but not a single picture of you guys opening gifts this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The annual grandkid Christmas pajama photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is the world are all the girls???  Katie is pregnant so, perhaps she will bring the first granddaughter to the family.  As you can see, Jax was so not wanting to have to stand still for a picture.  Or, put on the sweats.  When has he ever cooperated?  Why start now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3t6f4hr4c4Q/Tv1weD2v9DI/AAAAAAAABx0/hY8I7qlaFEg/s1600/christmas2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3t6f4hr4c4Q/Tv1weD2v9DI/AAAAAAAABx0/hY8I7qlaFEg/s400/christmas2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691829165799502898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have to post some pictures of my cute nieces (Gunderson side - girls are only found there).  I made Char and Stella these adorable Christmas outfits.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690681465338937010" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5W4eTWA_ugU/TvlcpGdtPrI/AAAAAAAACx0/oSFoLrxUSMM/s320/christmasmorning24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690680232108954034" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DY1Tp43jRYE/TvlbhUUxEbI/AAAAAAAACvs/WWVwocihQ-g/s320/christmasmorning31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This mop bucket was the coveted toy at Grandma Gunderson's house on both Christmas Eve and Christmas.  The kids wanted to cart it around and push each other in it.  Ben and Char in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690683904226764434" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzGVTywQDhY/Tvle3EB4JpI/AAAAAAAAC14/hhEtKPppxiY/s320/christmasbencharmopbucket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only photo that proves that Chase and I experienced Christmas 2011.  Why am I so NOT surprised that Chase isn't looking at the camera and is checking sports scores at the dinner table.  I HATE Internet on phones!!!!&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_5690683901604940354" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rbc0UwR4Ndw/Tvle26QySkI/AAAAAAAAC1s/PAwzmXE7MTA/s320/christmasgoldie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, my Christmas decor was 100% down and put away by noon on December 26th.  My house was starting to look like it was next in line on "Hoarders" with all the toys AND decorations everywhere.  Bring on Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3814157043603624757?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3814157043603624757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3814157043603624757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3814157043603624757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3814157043603624757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-3t6f4hr4c4Q/Tv1weD2v9DI/AAAAAAAABx0/hY8I7qlaFEg/s72-c/christmas2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3302357724644304917</id><published>2011-12-21T03:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:30:39.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Sweaters Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a second night of ugly sweaters with the Gunderson clan.  Sadly, I wasn't up for recreating our ugly sweater look so, Chase and I repeated.  So sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, before we get into the ugliness, let's look at how cute my niece Stella is.  That baby girl is ONE!  As you can tell by my nephew Chance in the background, the boys all broke into the cupcakes early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IB-g0Obypds/TvG0T2g1OwI/AAAAAAAABxo/u06iYwFJTo4/s1600/SAM_2426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IB-g0Obypds/TvG0T2g1OwI/AAAAAAAABxo/u06iYwFJTo4/s400/SAM_2426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688526057489382146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annnnddddd, the ugly sweaters!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0B6jIMt9YA/TvG0TMh1-hI/AAAAAAAABxc/PxL-ACTPxE0/s1600/SAM_2421.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0B6jIMt9YA/TvG0TMh1-hI/AAAAAAAABxc/PxL-ACTPxE0/s400/SAM_2421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688526046219336210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drum roll please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drew (tied with Chase, who would not pose for a solo shot) won UGLIEST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drew's lit up.  Amazing.  However, he was attached to the wall and could only travel as far as his extension cord would reach. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0FySHA0GRSM/TvG0TJx0J3I/AAAAAAAABxQ/wuA-uh6cfsQ/s1600/SAM_2415.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0FySHA0GRSM/TvG0TJx0J3I/AAAAAAAABxQ/wuA-uh6cfsQ/s400/SAM_2415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688526045481019250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3302357724644304917?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3302357724644304917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3302357724644304917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3302357724644304917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3302357724644304917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-sweaters-take-two.html' title='Ugly Sweaters Take Two'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-IB-g0Obypds/TvG0T2g1OwI/AAAAAAAABxo/u06iYwFJTo4/s72-c/SAM_2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-510893953215120757</id><published>2011-12-14T04:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T05:12:47.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa, Santa HO HO HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year Chase's Grandpa Carlson dresses up like Santa for the kids.  Last year Jax was scared.  This year Ben was traumatized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo shows Ben's reaction perfectly.  It is a little deceiving for Jax though.  Jax wanted to sit on Santa's lap and would just stare at his face.  It was so funny.  This picture is after he had to sit still for like 2 minutes.  He needed to be freed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is probably rude that we kept trying to put Ben on Santa's lap, but it was a must.  He kept saying,"Where's Santa? Santa is home," through his tears after he left.  He woke up 6 times that night crying.  Poor baby.  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQixuM647mI/TuiRPhYLnqI/AAAAAAAABxE/QZw-pS_Xv1E/s1600/SAM_2371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQixuM647mI/TuiRPhYLnqI/AAAAAAAABxE/QZw-pS_Xv1E/s400/SAM_2371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685954225399111330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O84RfdqgEAk/TuiROnbv0PI/AAAAAAAABw8/injzRQSmfwQ/s1600/SAM_2361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O84RfdqgEAk/TuiROnbv0PI/AAAAAAAABw8/injzRQSmfwQ/s400/SAM_2361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685954209844809970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCAlGpQo3g8/TuiROGfYhxI/AAAAAAAABws/tx_HjIk0S6I/s1600/SAM_2362.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCAlGpQo3g8/TuiROGfYhxI/AAAAAAAABws/tx_HjIk0S6I/s400/SAM_2362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685954201001690898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SybjdNpets/TuiPkXDt4jI/AAAAAAAABwg/-V8lpnq1Pyk/s1600/SAM_2367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SybjdNpets/TuiPkXDt4jI/AAAAAAAABwg/-V8lpnq1Pyk/s400/SAM_2367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952384382919218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SZNK3e0SUQ/TuiPj6nLnNI/AAAAAAAABwU/jyUIgElqjmI/s1600/SAM_2368.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SZNK3e0SUQ/TuiPj6nLnNI/AAAAAAAABwU/jyUIgElqjmI/s400/SAM_2368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952376747039954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tJ5RLhVSIo/TuiPjely4cI/AAAAAAAABwI/BTdNFluhMe0/s1600/SAM_2372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tJ5RLhVSIo/TuiPjely4cI/AAAAAAAABwI/BTdNFluhMe0/s400/SAM_2372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952369225032130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye, Paul and Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chance didn't like Santa either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0r-XxyoWHLM/TuiPil1Bl2I/AAAAAAAABv8/8VW97BAitZA/s1600/SAM_2375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0r-XxyoWHLM/TuiPil1Bl2I/AAAAAAAABv8/8VW97BAitZA/s400/SAM_2375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952353988089698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UylhiOLvM5g/TuiPicY4fhI/AAAAAAAABvw/d0ov1zRUcMc/s1600/SAM_2376.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UylhiOLvM5g/TuiPicY4fhI/AAAAAAAABvw/d0ov1zRUcMc/s400/SAM_2376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952351454133778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-510893953215120757?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/510893953215120757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=510893953215120757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/510893953215120757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/510893953215120757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-santa-ho-ho-ho.html' title='Santa, Santa HO HO HO'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-fQixuM647mI/TuiRPhYLnqI/AAAAAAAABxE/QZw-pS_Xv1E/s72-c/SAM_2371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-5830896878809171344</id><published>2011-12-14T04:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:44:12.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Sweater Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuUwNOhID4A/TuiKOnbM97I/AAAAAAAABvk/4c9LoGf3Pw4/s1600/SAM_2351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuUwNOhID4A/TuiKOnbM97I/AAAAAAAABvk/4c9LoGf3Pw4/s400/SAM_2351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685946513261131698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5830896878809171344?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/5830896878809171344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=5830896878809171344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5830896878809171344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5830896878809171344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-sweater-night.html' title='Ugly Sweater Night'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-QuUwNOhID4A/TuiKOnbM97I/AAAAAAAABvk/4c9LoGf3Pw4/s72-c/SAM_2351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-1110147563527711756</id><published>2011-11-27T02:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T03:11:56.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year we had Thanksgiving at my parents' house. I hadn't eaten one single thing the entire day before dinner.  Some people say that is a bad idea, but I beg to differ.  My dinner tasted AMAZING!  I am kind of thinking the food was the best ever for Thanksgiving.  And no, I will not tell you how many rolls I ate...Mind your own business!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4oFpmF9WTw/TtIGISNF5SI/AAAAAAAABvM/nYN_scwrqHs/s1600/SAM_2302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4oFpmF9WTw/TtIGISNF5SI/AAAAAAAABvM/nYN_scwrqHs/s400/SAM_2302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679608819463087394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe how fast time flies.  Chase and I are getting into the adult/parent group and my kids are not babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqEzsBDDy6A/TtIGIJa1e7I/AAAAAAAABvA/XuuPFq25XXE/s1600/SAM_2304.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqEzsBDDy6A/TtIGIJa1e7I/AAAAAAAABvA/XuuPFq25XXE/s400/SAM_2304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679608817104812978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax and Ben couldn't have cared less about dinner - Jax ate a peanut butter sandwich and Ben insisted on some nuggets.  They did, however, really care about the tramp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLl9LAln8rk/TtIFeFGAuOI/AAAAAAAABu0/QhgEnBtV6hY/s1600/SAM_2305.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLl9LAln8rk/TtIFeFGAuOI/AAAAAAAABu0/QhgEnBtV6hY/s400/SAM_2305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679608094389221602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0Zr3TZ_eEk/TtIFdv0NlzI/AAAAAAAABuo/FWTrOC35jvI/s1600/SAM_2310.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0Zr3TZ_eEk/TtIFdv0NlzI/AAAAAAAABuo/FWTrOC35jvI/s400/SAM_2310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679608088677422898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjzaUhctArw/TtIFdUnscEI/AAAAAAAABuc/2icVL8m6Q1k/s1600/SAM_2311.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjzaUhctArw/TtIFdUnscEI/AAAAAAAABuc/2icVL8m6Q1k/s400/SAM_2311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679608081377161282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nephews Roen and Milo had to take a break from the tramp to play some Angry Birds on the iPad.  What?  You don't have an iPad for your 5 and 3 year old??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bzC_hAAfVQ/TtIFccbk4yI/AAAAAAAABuQ/KtEcnjyFWpc/s1600/SAM_2312.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bzC_hAAfVQ/TtIFccbk4yI/AAAAAAAABuQ/KtEcnjyFWpc/s400/SAM_2312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679608066293949218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKPct98U-ok/TtIFcPeLmoI/AAAAAAAABuE/cjbWNWmTKSk/s1600/SAM_2313.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKPct98U-ok/TtIFcPeLmoI/AAAAAAAABuE/cjbWNWmTKSk/s400/SAM_2313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679608062815214210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Thanksgiving was wonderful.  Like I said before, my food was seriously de-lish.  However, I am proud to say I didn't make myself sick.  That's not to say I didn't eat much - I just spaced it out over 5 hours. :)  Chase, on the other hand, was laying on the floor by about 7pm claiming that there was no way he could move a single inch.   I guess that means his dinner was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt so blessed and thankful this Thanksgiving.  I am so thankful for my little family.  After having a  family of my own my testimony of the importance of the family has really grown.  I am so thankful for my two little boys.  They are my best buds.  And, I can't even describe how thankful I am for Chase.  I'll spare you all from listening to me go on and on about him, but really he is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a wonderful thing - a holiday to remember all of my blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-1110147563527711756?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1110147563527711756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1110147563527711756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1110147563527711756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1110147563527711756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-P4oFpmF9WTw/TtIGISNF5SI/AAAAAAAABvM/nYN_scwrqHs/s72-c/SAM_2302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3748125655843907301</id><published>2011-11-24T02:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T03:22:46.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy kiddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just looking through my camera pictures and realized that my little boys are crazy animals. They are at the cutest ages right now - 2 and 3.  They have turned into little people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben has seriously been so happy about all the toy ads that have been coming out.  The huge ToysRUs book really got him.  He LOVES looking through the toy ads that come in the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtfouV3-zoE/Ts4XHIXKjaI/AAAAAAAABt4/yLkjGFuPD5I/s1600/SAM_2232.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtfouV3-zoE/Ts4XHIXKjaI/AAAAAAAABt4/yLkjGFuPD5I/s400/SAM_2232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678501591431941538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My crazy Jax...I love this boy so much.  There is NEVER a dull moment with this guy.  This is the HUGE grin that comes from jumping from couch to couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghCXK0gwy2o/Ts4WYRmc3dI/AAAAAAAABts/qFo_f1BOk_8/s1600/SAM_2235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghCXK0gwy2o/Ts4WYRmc3dI/AAAAAAAABts/qFo_f1BOk_8/s400/SAM_2235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678500786458123730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben has turned into a parrot.  He repeats everything.  He was trying to feed mickey some cheese in this picture.  He was saying, "Mickey, have a bite!!!"  He got so frustrated that Mickey wouldn't take a bite that he started crying.  Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBrtzqSx1rE/Ts4WXuU9dLI/AAAAAAAABtg/_37-fljMtJk/s1600/SAM_2243.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBrtzqSx1rE/Ts4WXuU9dLI/AAAAAAAABtg/_37-fljMtJk/s400/SAM_2243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678500776989521074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben has found true love with his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse stuffed animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQfOupsI_KI/Ts4WXQih2bI/AAAAAAAABtU/SWzL5PDHXSs/s1600/SAM_2246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQfOupsI_KI/Ts4WXQih2bI/AAAAAAAABtU/SWzL5PDHXSs/s400/SAM_2246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678500768993368498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax had the brilliant idea of bringing a tube with him into the tub.  Ben, of course, immediately needed one too.  These two have quickly taught me that I have to buy two of EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgU4pnQFV_A/Ts4WW9APRUI/AAAAAAAABtI/6gA1AOrYkZQ/s1600/SAM_2251.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgU4pnQFV_A/Ts4WW9APRUI/AAAAAAAABtI/6gA1AOrYkZQ/s400/SAM_2251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678500763749270850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again Ben with his Disney buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzVuKaV5ubg/Ts4WWhULnyI/AAAAAAAABs8/-wAveA601es/s1600/SAM_2273.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzVuKaV5ubg/Ts4WWhULnyI/AAAAAAAABs8/-wAveA601es/s400/SAM_2273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678500756316725026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday was a treat.  I undressed my boys to put them in the tub.  After I undressed Jax, he sprinted away.  I couldn't find him to put him in the tub.  To my surprise, I found him streaking in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pu9Wp9YeWjE/Ts4USzrD_DI/AAAAAAAABsw/KBQIAjMS3tY/s1600/SAM_2278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pu9Wp9YeWjE/Ts4USzrD_DI/AAAAAAAABsw/KBQIAjMS3tY/s400/SAM_2278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678498493501799474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was yelling for him to come in because it was freezing, but he had no idea that snow was cold.  He was grinning ear to ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of November and he is still rocking his summer tan line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdjNMw6QB4w/Ts4USBA7qpI/AAAAAAAABsY/JKlD891uMSg/s1600/SAM_2281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdjNMw6QB4w/Ts4USBA7qpI/AAAAAAAABsY/JKlD891uMSg/s400/SAM_2281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678498479903320722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax and I then fought for about 30 minutes about him going outside.  I told him he couldn't go outside without pants and shoes.  His coat was as far as we got.  Needless to say, he didn't get to go play in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0_IbcI3VQU/Ts4URj7RrHI/AAAAAAAABsM/Sz0e5XjAg34/s1600/SAM_2286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0_IbcI3VQU/Ts4URj7RrHI/AAAAAAAABsM/Sz0e5XjAg34/s400/SAM_2286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678498472094968946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, on the other hand, gladly geared up for the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYGWY90mku4/Ts4URCTziDI/AAAAAAAABsA/OSp2XZldKCY/s1600/SAM_2283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYGWY90mku4/Ts4URCTziDI/AAAAAAAABsA/OSp2XZldKCY/s400/SAM_2283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678498463071045682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having two boys 16 months apart almost put me in the hospital for the first year of Ben's life.  It has recently gotten much more fun.  However, if you see me in a public place with these crazies you may beg to differ.  They are running and I am PERMANENTLY sprinting to make sure that I don't lose someone.  But, I promise the insanity you see now when I take these two anywhere is nothing compared to a year ago! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3748125655843907301?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3748125655843907301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3748125655843907301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3748125655843907301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3748125655843907301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/11/crazy-kiddies.html' title='crazy kiddies'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-KtfouV3-zoE/Ts4XHIXKjaI/AAAAAAAABt4/yLkjGFuPD5I/s72-c/SAM_2232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-5900406089767036445</id><published>2011-11-01T01:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:53:36.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween never disppoints. Although my belly still hurts from the 3 bowls of chili, pumpkin cheesecake, ice cream, candy, and 2 rolls I ate, it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is out of order, but I am not a blogger expert so deal with it.  My little Jax on Halloween morning wearing his skeleton costume.  I made this costume because Jax is so particular about his clothes.  I knew that he wasn't going to allow me to put some crazy costume on him.  So, I had to figure out a way to have him still wear "normal" clothes.  And, STRETCH PANTS, obviously - his personal fave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was way too busy getting in his share of Disney Junior before school to look at me, but he is one handsome skeleton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5oBsNSZNcU/Tq-jMRh73KI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ttkfYDWY1jw/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5oBsNSZNcU/Tq-jMRh73KI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ttkfYDWY1jw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669929887142239394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Halloween started with a party at Jimmy and Linzi's.  They have our friends' Halloween party every year.  And, every year I am anxious to see their costumes because they are always so cute.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMv4oDAA91k/Tq-iNc7HKtI/AAAAAAAABrE/nYdUneUU3PI/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMv4oDAA91k/Tq-iNc7HKtI/AAAAAAAABrE/nYdUneUU3PI/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669928807868869330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase was asked if he was "THE MASK" from last season of the Bachelorette.  So funny!  I wish we would have been that witty.  But, he is zorro.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B64PsBjnS74/Tq-iM-ERERI/AAAAAAAABq0/Rt4smrlY38w/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B64PsBjnS74/Tq-iM-ERERI/AAAAAAAABq0/Rt4smrlY38w/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669928799585767698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After school we went for a little Halloween fun at my parents' house.  (Where I ate 3 bowls of chili...it was in a 5 hour span.  Does that make it any better?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys are going to be devastated when it gets too cold to go outside.  They can play on the tramp and swing set for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-PAoq0r9g/Tq-iMrEbUDI/AAAAAAAABqo/xJsHrlqNxuI/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-PAoq0r9g/Tq-iMrEbUDI/AAAAAAAABqo/xJsHrlqNxuI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669928794486165554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMq3maGoLv4/Tq-iL2HgNkI/AAAAAAAABqg/hBWD2SPZL9M/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMq3maGoLv4/Tq-iL2HgNkI/AAAAAAAABqg/hBWD2SPZL9M/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669928780271990338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben makes me smile.  He is my one and only sidekick while Jax is at school.  Cutest little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4yBU4avzaY/Tq-iLgu4OXI/AAAAAAAABqQ/DKgtZP2BYFE/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4yBU4avzaY/Tq-iLgu4OXI/AAAAAAAABqQ/DKgtZP2BYFE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669928774531561842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sadly, he isn't so little anymore.  By the looks of his size I think it is time for baby number three.  (I am dying for baby #3, but not only does Chase say no - he says hell no.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKNYNv357m4/Tq-gzFYHBjI/AAAAAAAABqI/Ri3IhN524vU/s1600/SAM_2204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKNYNv357m4/Tq-gzFYHBjI/AAAAAAAABqI/Ri3IhN524vU/s400/SAM_2204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669927255359817266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cL-92qqmtc/Tq-gyi_USbI/AAAAAAAABp4/oI3036vx5Yo/s1600/SAM_2206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cL-92qqmtc/Tq-gyi_USbI/AAAAAAAABp4/oI3036vx5Yo/s400/SAM_2206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669927246129023410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax thought getting tickled on these monkey bars was cooler than Disneyland.  And check out Ben's moves in the background. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBWzncs5OVA/Tq-gyYSkBII/AAAAAAAABps/SJsNPMDrQu0/s1600/SAM_2225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBWzncs5OVA/Tq-gyYSkBII/AAAAAAAABps/SJsNPMDrQu0/s400/SAM_2225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669927243256956034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Halloween 2011!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5900406089767036445?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/5900406089767036445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=5900406089767036445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5900406089767036445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5900406089767036445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-x5oBsNSZNcU/Tq-jMRh73KI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ttkfYDWY1jw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-5686033843602991816</id><published>2011-10-28T03:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T04:04:04.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is no surprise that no one is checking up on my blog.  Why in the world would you?  There is nothing new ever.  But, it is time to get back in business.  However, with such a long gap in posting comes a random update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In regular fall fashion we went to HeeHaw Farms.  We went the first day they were open, at the exact opening time.  We were the only ones there!!  Amazing!  The kiddies got all the train riding, horse riding, corn digging, and chicken chasing they could handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie and Timmy were in town so Zac got to chill with the cousins.  Roen and Milo were also in on the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkqqWN9M2aU/Tqp7gY-negI/AAAAAAAABpg/AZ9T93_ihMo/s1600/12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkqqWN9M2aU/Tqp7gY-negI/AAAAAAAABpg/AZ9T93_ihMo/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668478877390305794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky for Chase he got the job of entering the animal area with Ben.  I was not interested.  I was scared a chicken was going to peck me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyqzRe5CwWc/Tqp7gbiu7rI/AAAAAAAABpU/7iby3eEDbTo/s1600/11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyqzRe5CwWc/Tqp7gbiu7rI/AAAAAAAABpU/7iby3eEDbTo/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668478878078660274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-9Mt8wF4eo/Tqp7VNSBtrI/AAAAAAAABpM/QO7Sd2MGgvk/s1600/10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-9Mt8wF4eo/Tqp7VNSBtrI/AAAAAAAABpM/QO7Sd2MGgvk/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668478685271930546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty much all the time we are just parents.  Our kids are young and wild.  We are always chasing one or dragging the other.  Pictures like these remind me that we are still a couple.  I hate that it is easy to forget that and just be in parent mode.  But, Chase is pretty cute so I'll take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTRzAHxBVhc/Tqp7Uh4KXfI/AAAAAAAABo8/-r98AeEPhv0/s1600/9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTRzAHxBVhc/Tqp7Uh4KXfI/AAAAAAAABo8/-r98AeEPhv0/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668478673620721138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily there was no one at HeeHaw Farms because Ben refused to get off the horse.  Literally.  He threw the biggest fit if you tried to take him off.  So, he took quite a few extra laps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_CGRks_rKE/Tqp7UI0xTlI/AAAAAAAABow/JrwR9rr_ObE/s1600/8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_CGRks_rKE/Tqp7UI0xTlI/AAAAAAAABow/JrwR9rr_ObE/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668478666895609426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax LOVES animals but DOES NOT want to touch them.  I was sure there was no chance that he was going to get on the horse.  But, he jumped right on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIoCgBiBXqs/Tqp7UFjXiDI/AAAAAAAABog/1mHHTQGnejk/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIoCgBiBXqs/Tqp7UFjXiDI/AAAAAAAABog/1mHHTQGnejk/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668478666017310770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The corn "sandbox" was a dream come true for Jax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EqSNniTc79E/Tqp7T3ErHqI/AAAAAAAABoY/XBh1bIil6xI/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EqSNniTc79E/Tqp7T3ErHqI/AAAAAAAABoY/XBh1bIil6xI/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668478662130474658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mV7FTijL6nQ/Tqp6lJjdJyI/AAAAAAAABoM/5ADhq64LAPM/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mV7FTijL6nQ/Tqp6lJjdJyI/AAAAAAAABoM/5ADhq64LAPM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668477859637569314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Jax gone all day at school Ben has started a loving relationship with his trains.  All day long.  Choo choo.  How many times does he say that a day??  A million!  Cutie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KI5zLwDAWWY/Tqp6k2CatUI/AAAAAAAABoA/DU2jT8H4BVo/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KI5zLwDAWWY/Tqp6k2CatUI/AAAAAAAABoA/DU2jT8H4BVo/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668477854398723394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, with Jax gone Ben has become attached to me.  I think I now have an extra limb.  I took this picture to show what my view is at all times of the day.  This little guy is clinging to my leg.  No we aren't out in public and he is trying not to get lost.  We are just in the kitchen.  He is a mother boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4L-CRpfis0/Tqp6jn9OFrI/AAAAAAAABn4/lbGPE1Va5p0/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4L-CRpfis0/Tqp6jn9OFrI/AAAAAAAABn4/lbGPE1Va5p0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668477833438959282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This month Chase turned 28.  For some reason, he hates his birthday.  He doesn't like all attention to be focused on him, and I think the quick approach to 30 has him shakin' in his boots.  But alas, we celebrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4S63Ipubotk/Tqp6je6C9rI/AAAAAAAABnk/u4EkdQQAEgs/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4S63Ipubotk/Tqp6je6C9rI/AAAAAAAABnk/u4EkdQQAEgs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668477831009728178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my best bud and the love of my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLdrq1ykIwk/Tqp6jCJTCnI/AAAAAAAABnc/r2dWvkzk1E0/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLdrq1ykIwk/Tqp6jCJTCnI/AAAAAAAABnc/r2dWvkzk1E0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668477823289068146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5686033843602991816?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/5686033843602991816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=5686033843602991816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5686033843602991816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5686033843602991816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-in-business.html' title='Back in Business'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-kkqqWN9M2aU/Tqp7gY-negI/AAAAAAAABpg/AZ9T93_ihMo/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6240256004231253060</id><published>2011-08-31T02:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T03:22:16.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the first day of school for Jax.  Such a bitter-sweet day.  I know kids need to go to school, and I know this will be so good for Jax, but it makes me so sad.  I am so sad that he has entered into the schooling world.  He will never be home all day long with me again...never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I had to pack this little man a lunch.  You better believe I was choked up as I was doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBL7L2BbQaI/Tl37dyZGuOI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0GyIgR_cwlw/s1600/SAM_1967.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBL7L2BbQaI/Tl37dyZGuOI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0GyIgR_cwlw/s400/SAM_1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646945996954319074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His little backpack and lunch sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sH2L1qs01g/Tl37dJleadI/AAAAAAAABnI/BD6meZ2J5hs/s1600/SAM_1968.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sH2L1qs01g/Tl37dJleadI/AAAAAAAABnI/BD6meZ2J5hs/s400/SAM_1968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646945986000349650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a handsome boy!  I know I am biased, but this little dude has got some good looks.  He is the cutest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyUfIN8bPE0/Tl37cjYGa1I/AAAAAAAABnA/V354BCa4_uQ/s1600/SAM_1970.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyUfIN8bPE0/Tl37cjYGa1I/AAAAAAAABnA/V354BCa4_uQ/s400/SAM_1970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646945975743703890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0i__xmvW1Mc/Tl34SN2qiMI/AAAAAAAABm4/f9_xl6aemd0/s1600/SAM_1969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0i__xmvW1Mc/Tl34SN2qiMI/AAAAAAAABm4/f9_xl6aemd0/s400/SAM_1969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646942499632744642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we dropped Jax off, Ben freaked out.  Seriously.  FREAKED!  He was so sad that we were dropping Jax off at school and that he wasn't staying too.  This little guy has never been without Jax.  They are best buds.  His face describes exactly how I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNr_jK-VEZE/Tl34RZF6IUI/AAAAAAAABmw/RtCmklGG_pM/s1600/SAM_1973.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNr_jK-VEZE/Tl34RZF6IUI/AAAAAAAABmw/RtCmklGG_pM/s400/SAM_1973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646942485469602114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_3B_ljPF50/Tl34RHX4klI/AAAAAAAABmo/-sL6DmNYFBc/s1600/SAM_1974.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_3B_ljPF50/Tl34RHX4klI/AAAAAAAABmo/-sL6DmNYFBc/s400/SAM_1974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646942480713159250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I FINALLY got to go pick up Jax, he was so excited to see me.  He ran right over and hugged me.  His teachers said he did awesome and even sat in his seat!  Sitting is a bit of an issue for this little man...  I was so happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I opened up his lunch box to find his entire sandwich, minus one little bite.  He saw a PopTart in my car when I picked him up and INHALED it.  Little dude must have been hungry.  It looks like I won't be packing a peanut butter sandwich for him tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALQ-QuJHkJk/Tl34Q_HGnjI/AAAAAAAABmg/W1Jbyn9Dk9g/s1600/SAM_1975.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALQ-QuJHkJk/Tl34Q_HGnjI/AAAAAAAABmg/W1Jbyn9Dk9g/s400/SAM_1975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646942478495292978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, his first little project.  Such a cute little handprint.  My baby is growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIczPEOP-aA/Tl34QjT7LJI/AAAAAAAABmY/CbONHPfXWWA/s1600/SAM_1976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIczPEOP-aA/Tl34QjT7LJI/AAAAAAAABmY/CbONHPfXWWA/s400/SAM_1976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646942471032876178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-6240256004231253060?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6240256004231253060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6240256004231253060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6240256004231253060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6240256004231253060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-wBL7L2BbQaI/Tl37dyZGuOI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0GyIgR_cwlw/s72-c/SAM_1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6951651415625481067</id><published>2011-08-31T01:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:41:53.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel Gunderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week Chase's grandma, Hazel, passed away.  She was the cat's meow!!  Seriously, when she was called the brown bomber because she was that beautiful.  Chase has a special relationship with his grandma and was so sad to have her go.  But, at the same time we are so happy for her to finally meet back up with her husband who she hasn't seen for 20 years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has been sick for a little while and knew that her time was coming - she was 92.  She planned her whole funeral. :)  She wanted everyone to write her a message, stick it on a balloon, and send it to her in heaven.  She promised to read every single one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEpAUjPf7X0/Tl3wrd2dCRI/AAAAAAAABmQ/JE_ahh7YPhE/s1600/balloons.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEpAUjPf7X0/Tl3wrd2dCRI/AAAAAAAABmQ/JE_ahh7YPhE/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646934137330534674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase's extended family on his dad's side doesn't get together too often.  Everyone lives in different states so, funerals are actually a time we all get to see each other.  And, some of my favorite people in the world are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LG5ZkoXImPw/Tl3wrDup98I/AAAAAAAABmI/ufCyMm7RfW4/s1600/SAM_1959.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LG5ZkoXImPw/Tl3wrDup98I/AAAAAAAABmI/ufCyMm7RfW4/s400/SAM_1959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646934130318505922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fashionable, beautiful mother-in-lay Jana, me, my sexy Chase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIIhkPPwEJw/Tl3uLY9m_pI/AAAAAAAABmA/TH8iyp0xXGw/s1600/SAM_1961.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIIhkPPwEJw/Tl3uLY9m_pI/AAAAAAAABmA/TH8iyp0xXGw/s400/SAM_1961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646931387239300754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't love all of Chase's girl cousins any more.  They are one wild bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGi8pDPpYY8/Tl3uLFBHq8I/AAAAAAAABl4/eySCVgcXX8Q/s1600/SAM_1962.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGi8pDPpYY8/Tl3uLFBHq8I/AAAAAAAABl4/eySCVgcXX8Q/s400/SAM_1962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646931381885316034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure that some of you might think this picture of Drew and Hazel is a little strange, but as strange as a picture of a dead body may be, I had to capture this moment.  It is so sweet of Drew looking at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMc4j-zaNXw/Tl3uK8EDL1I/AAAAAAAABlw/UA6fdxf_tsw/s1600/SAM_1963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMc4j-zaNXw/Tl3uK8EDL1I/AAAAAAAABlw/UA6fdxf_tsw/s400/SAM_1963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646931379481685842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase and I  posing with the Brown fam (and Jana).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are wondering if my strikingly gorgeous sister-in-law Skye seriously has that beautiful of hair, she does.  And, she is 4 months pregnant.  And, her baby Chance is a heartbreaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Seriously, Chase struggles to understand 1-2-3 smile!  Every picture he is not quite ready! ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btljZGpuev8/Tl3uKLBW8eI/AAAAAAAABlo/5_vICqtg6oI/s1600/SAM_1964.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btljZGpuev8/Tl3uKLBW8eI/AAAAAAAABlo/5_vICqtg6oI/s400/SAM_1964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646931366317060578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hazel's daughters and daughters-in-law...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(and one stranger in the middle that I don't know:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ns74p78rekA/Tl3uJ1txh3I/AAAAAAAABlg/CG6_oKwMo9Q/s1600/SAM_1965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ns74p78rekA/Tl3uJ1txh3I/AAAAAAAABlg/CG6_oKwMo9Q/s400/SAM_1965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646931360597772146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay, Dan, Chase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Gunderson was one of then most loved people on the earth.  I honestly don't believe there is a single person who could say a bad word about her.  Although she was blind she told you how beautiful you were every time she saw you.  She smiled through every single day - literally all day.  &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/6937431900832985669-6951651415625481067?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6951651415625481067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6951651415625481067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6951651415625481067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6951651415625481067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/08/hazel-gunderson.html' title='Hazel Gunderson'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-SEpAUjPf7X0/Tl3wrd2dCRI/AAAAAAAABmQ/JE_ahh7YPhE/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2702355947025191569</id><published>2011-07-15T02:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T03:18:19.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 8th marked 5 years since Chase and  I got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That seems so long and so short at the same time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a trip to Phoenix WITHOUT KIDS to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's bag is who's?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be shocked that CHASE'S bag is the gigantic body bag on the left and mine is the reasonably sized one on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKw78fp3oJk/Th_9fXE_Z7I/AAAAAAAABis/hukYXjteJ5g/s1600/SAM_1833.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKw78fp3oJk/Th_9fXE_Z7I/AAAAAAAABis/hukYXjteJ5g/s400/SAM_1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629496774449129394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent one day boating with our favorite cousins.  SOOO fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx_ciZQiF8g/Th_9fIwVZ_I/AAAAAAAABik/-G4FK2yXyuA/s1600/SAM_1848.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx_ciZQiF8g/Th_9fIwVZ_I/AAAAAAAABik/-G4FK2yXyuA/s400/SAM_1848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629496770604394482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You better believe that I got up on the wakeboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQYm2g_Q07o/Th_9eo7M31I/AAAAAAAABic/MomHRm_tuXE/s1600/SAM_1846.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQYm2g_Q07o/Th_9eo7M31I/AAAAAAAABic/MomHRm_tuXE/s400/SAM_1846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629496762060037970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase didn't have ANY luck on the wakeboard so, he had to stick to the kneeboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5r1SVuYXks/Th_8qH_nKnI/AAAAAAAABiU/6rgWCz3V5U8/s1600/SAM_1859.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5r1SVuYXks/Th_8qH_nKnI/AAAAAAAABiU/6rgWCz3V5U8/s400/SAM_1859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629495859866970738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2Y_SHX3DRc/Th_8poDuu-I/AAAAAAAABiM/ma5xx_lt8PY/s1600/SAM_1863.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2Y_SHX3DRc/Th_8poDuu-I/AAAAAAAABiM/ma5xx_lt8PY/s400/SAM_1863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629495851294309346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The greatest part, however, was tubing.  Seriously AMAZING!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all laughed harder than we have in a looooong time.  My muscles and neck were aching the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UB8zGk3uehM/Th_8pYuNCHI/AAAAAAAABiE/TutY3296bAA/s1600/SAM_1870.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UB8zGk3uehM/Th_8pYuNCHI/AAAAAAAABiE/TutY3296bAA/s400/SAM_1870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629495847177488498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is evidence of how sweet my husband is.  I wanted to get a pedicure so he was so sweet and came with me and got a manicure.  He was the only guy in there with like 12 girls....minus the freaky man who was getting is 2 inch long acrylic nails replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V47vbSUMPqU/Th_8pE3SrrI/AAAAAAAABh8/diYplw_lf94/s1600/SAM_1874.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V47vbSUMPqU/Th_8pE3SrrI/AAAAAAAABh8/diYplw_lf94/s400/SAM_1874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629495841846898354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although most people would think planning a trip to Phoenix in July is sheer madness, we just might make this a yearly event.  We had so much fun with the Dewitt clan.  Janelle and Scott took us to the famous Pizza Bianco (PS Go there next time you are in Phoenix.).  I am pretty sure we each at at least 6 slices of pizza.  But, not to worry.  We went to Cold Stone after to top it off. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KScfxvrTzH8/Th_8olrwE1I/AAAAAAAABh0/5dnAPq2ZReQ/s1600/SAM_1886.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KScfxvrTzH8/Th_8olrwE1I/AAAAAAAABh0/5dnAPq2ZReQ/s400/SAM_1886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629495833476993874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that preschools go to Fire Stations for field trips, but I must say that we LOVED our tour of the Phoenix fire department from Scott.  He works there and gave us a celebrity tour.  First thing I did was put on the helmet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqJwVUcUv-0/Th_7cwx3MCI/AAAAAAAABhs/izgAUkhGnOI/s1600/SAM_1889.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqJwVUcUv-0/Th_7cwx3MCI/AAAAAAAABhs/izgAUkhGnOI/s400/SAM_1889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629494530785357858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott said we had to take a photo that indicated to everyone that we were at the super cool PHOENIX fire department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtEL8BBR1i4/Th_7csybIUI/AAAAAAAABhk/Bos8JvI4-y0/s1600/SAM_1890.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtEL8BBR1i4/Th_7csybIUI/AAAAAAAABhk/Bos8JvI4-y0/s400/SAM_1890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629494529713971522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K1 Racing.  So fun!!  We drove race cars, and I left with full on injuries.  I had to ice my hand between races.  Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RY5clvdftHQ/Th_7cQYgkqI/AAAAAAAABhc/uybxySkjw5Y/s1600/SAM_1892.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RY5clvdftHQ/Th_7cQYgkqI/AAAAAAAABhc/uybxySkjw5Y/s400/SAM_1892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629494522089083554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So So fun!!  I was the official loser, and Janelle was the official winner.  Scott and Chase talked about their driving form for a good 30 minutes after we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIMbH6kO-1I/Th_7cK4hiBI/AAAAAAAABhU/p_BTjQWWj6A/s1600/SAM_1894.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIMbH6kO-1I/Th_7cK4hiBI/AAAAAAAABhU/p_BTjQWWj6A/s400/SAM_1894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629494520612751378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY FIVE YEARS TO US!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKPKQ6CyWC4/Th_7bi8lZPI/AAAAAAAABhM/mqCcSxWUsO8/s1600/SAM_1897.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKPKQ6CyWC4/Th_7bi8lZPI/AAAAAAAABhM/mqCcSxWUsO8/s400/SAM_1897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629494509892363506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2702355947025191569?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2702355947025191569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2702355947025191569' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2702355947025191569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2702355947025191569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/07/5-year-anniversary.html' title='5 Year Anniversary'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-zKw78fp3oJk/Th_9fXE_Z7I/AAAAAAAABis/hukYXjteJ5g/s72-c/SAM_1833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2040793058406552762</id><published>2011-06-30T05:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T05:57:06.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENNY BOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little guy turned 2 last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How are we already here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wA9PFbr6D0/TgxeM-7_hPI/AAAAAAAABhE/rJVMufmk5s4/s1600/SAM_1719.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wA9PFbr6D0/TgxeM-7_hPI/AAAAAAAABhE/rJVMufmk5s4/s400/SAM_1719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623973611824973042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated three times for this little man - with my family, with Chase's family, and with our little family of four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase's family came over for a little swim/slip'n slide party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chance got the award for the dirtiest attendee.  He was in HEAVEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-powTFUdy0_M/TgxeMq-tqnI/AAAAAAAABg8/J3XQCpiltUM/s1600/SAM_1738.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-powTFUdy0_M/TgxeMq-tqnI/AAAAAAAABg8/J3XQCpiltUM/s400/SAM_1738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623973606467676786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Char probably took turns going down this little slide about 50 time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is the only photo of Chase in all of our birthday celebrations.  He is very small and sitting at the table in the background.  But, for the record he didn't miss a minute of the celebrating.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sckgohxdqwI/TgxeMXDiNLI/AAAAAAAABg0/tGwVXMqMP6g/s1600/SAM_1737.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sckgohxdqwI/TgxeMXDiNLI/AAAAAAAABg0/tGwVXMqMP6g/s400/SAM_1737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623973601119188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cake went over well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben thought it was the coolest thing ever, and Jax is obsessed with frosting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect combination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkaUHdHF4i0/TgxeL5i7rgI/AAAAAAAABgs/VFo86XE9200/s1600/SAM_1736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkaUHdHF4i0/TgxeL5i7rgI/AAAAAAAABgs/VFo86XE9200/s400/SAM_1736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623973593197817346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTam0EsYe_Y/TgxdH2tpJ4I/AAAAAAAABgk/v5AaYIlM044/s1600/SAM_1733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTam0EsYe_Y/TgxdH2tpJ4I/AAAAAAAABgk/v5AaYIlM044/s400/SAM_1733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623972424206329730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffwgdGCTsHI/TgxdHe1390I/AAAAAAAABgc/KEI2_46Fuxc/s1600/SAM_1732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffwgdGCTsHI/TgxdHe1390I/AAAAAAAABgc/KEI2_46Fuxc/s400/SAM_1732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623972417798403906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh...my little birthday boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is the cutest little boy ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is FULL of personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever ANYTHING happens he yell, "HEYYYYYYY!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIVdmSX1yhc/TgxdGx0v5UI/AAAAAAAABgM/1iqBvIKepW4/s1600/SAM_1727.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIVdmSX1yhc/TgxdGx0v5UI/AAAAAAAABgM/1iqBvIKepW4/s400/SAM_1727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623972405714085186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brothers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besties....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvZSZbS5JdM/TgxdGf76ewI/AAAAAAAABgE/Yss7lfYyZPE/s1600/SAM_1725.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvZSZbS5JdM/TgxdGf76ewI/AAAAAAAABgE/Yss7lfYyZPE/s400/SAM_1725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623972400912300802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't find out I was pregnant with Ben until I was 18 weeks along.  I was feeling terrible about myself.  I was gaining weigh at a pretty consistent rate and had no idea what the ------ was going on.  Jax was, after all, only 8 months old when I got pregnant.  The possibility of being pregnant wasn't even on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I decided that I needed to take matters into my own hands and stop gaining weight.  I decided that I needed to do the HCG diet &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  So, I got everything rolling and was ready to start my first injection the next morning.  I laid in bed that night and the spirit told me so clearly to take a pregnancy test.  Strange.  But, as soon as I woke up the next morning it was the first thing I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOLY FREAK!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was shocked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHOCKED!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HCG is a big NO NO when you are pregnant so, I am so happy that Heavenly Father quickly told me to take a pregnancy test the night before I started.  Needless to say, I didn't start the diet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like this situation is a perfect description of how life has been with Ben.  Heavenly Father has been so mindful of my little family in regards to Ben. For starters, at my 6 week appointment after having Jax I was planning to get an IUD.  At the doctor's office my doctor told me that my insurance didn't cover an IUD.  I couldn't believe it.  At the time we had Educator's Mutual, which usually covers EVERYTHING under the sun.  My doctor told me they were a messily $800.  Needless to say,  I decided not to get an IUD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I have had very strong confirmation regarding Ben and his social personality coming to our family so quickly.  It has been so great for Jax to have little Benny around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Jax's first birthday I sat in a rocking chair rocking Jax with my 4 month pregnant belly poking out sobbing.  I kept telling Jax how sorry I was that I was pregnant - that I was having another baby when he was still a baby.  That there was going to be another baby to come take away our precious time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I had Ben I even suffered from Postpartum Depression for a little bit.  I felt mad that I already had another baby.  I wanted to just worry about my first baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I look back on that, I see how wrong I was.  We needed Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was sent to us.  We didn't consciously choose to have baby #2 so soon.  Starting with the IUD not being covered by my insurance.  I am so grateful that Heavenly Father is in charge.  I am so grateful that His plan prevails because His plan is better than ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love our little Benny Boo so much.  He is the best little snuggler.  He has even been named "Mother Boy" by the Arrested Development fans in Chase's family.  He and I have a special bond.  We are buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Benny Boo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2040793058406552762?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2040793058406552762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2040793058406552762' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2040793058406552762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2040793058406552762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-benny-boo.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENNY BOO!!!!'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-2wA9PFbr6D0/TgxeM-7_hPI/AAAAAAAABhE/rJVMufmk5s4/s72-c/SAM_1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-506084832012991726</id><published>2011-06-12T03:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T04:11:47.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured since about 3 people read this blog that I better get updating or all three of you are going to be very disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer has begun!!  Sure it has yet to hit 80 degrees, but we have been playing outside all day long.  My kids love splashing around in their little plastic pool.  Jax has only been out of school for 2 weeks, and he and Ben are already rocking farmer's tans. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp636wVxZvQ/TfSPY17x0II/AAAAAAAABf8/owS7hpvw3Wc/s1600/SAM_1665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp636wVxZvQ/TfSPY17x0II/AAAAAAAABf8/owS7hpvw3Wc/s400/SAM_1665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617272292195291266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VpRAJGwhwqM/TfSPYfRbCNI/AAAAAAAABf0/fmOf_8PmP0k/s1600/SAM_1661.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VpRAJGwhwqM/TfSPYfRbCNI/AAAAAAAABf0/fmOf_8PmP0k/s400/SAM_1661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617272286112057554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister, Amber, got a new dog last week.  Pugzy was over at my house and my kids LOVED his.  Jax has taken about the whole week to warm up enough to be sharing the couch with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcOvouMs0Yc/TfSPX1Qiq4I/AAAAAAAABfs/XsX6LSSxkW4/s1600/SAM_1663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcOvouMs0Yc/TfSPX1Qiq4I/AAAAAAAABfs/XsX6LSSxkW4/s400/SAM_1663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617272274834074498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Ben, on the other hand, it was love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben + Pugzy = BFFs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlrOZcgSStI/TfSPXrQmLsI/AAAAAAAABfk/bb--5Ldvfmc/s1600/SAM_1656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlrOZcgSStI/TfSPXrQmLsI/AAAAAAAABfk/bb--5Ldvfmc/s400/SAM_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617272272149950146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo is a better description of what Jax was really like.  While Ben was chasing Pugzy and kissing him, Jax wanted to keep at least one other body between him and the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szAQInL_nB8/TfSOd_qKbfI/AAAAAAAABfc/MfqIwrtcCGo/s1600/SAM_1655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szAQInL_nB8/TfSOd_qKbfI/AAAAAAAABfc/MfqIwrtcCGo/s400/SAM_1655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617271281193479666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYwABChyV8w/TfSOdaRNG_I/AAAAAAAABfU/JAtHw74cyF8/s1600/SAM_1654.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYwABChyV8w/TfSOdaRNG_I/AAAAAAAABfU/JAtHw74cyF8/s400/SAM_1654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617271271156685810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-085xmdyaGjA/TfSOc0L_OxI/AAAAAAAABfM/tUoN6uzjSuQ/s1600/SAM_1653.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-085xmdyaGjA/TfSOc0L_OxI/AAAAAAAABfM/tUoN6uzjSuQ/s400/SAM_1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617271260934257426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmKvQSOWOe0/TfSOcgHHveI/AAAAAAAABfE/R3QOKb7ZIQo/s1600/SAM_1647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmKvQSOWOe0/TfSOcgHHveI/AAAAAAAABfE/R3QOKb7ZIQo/s400/SAM_1647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617271255545134562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, last but not least me and my Chaser.  I am loving this warm weather.  It is so nice to not feel like you are on house arrest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNI9YX0Ze-A/TfSOcQ75jGI/AAAAAAAABe8/aq7N87s7e1g/s1600/SAM_1643.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNI9YX0Ze-A/TfSOcQ75jGI/AAAAAAAABe8/aq7N87s7e1g/s400/SAM_1643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617271251471535202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-506084832012991726?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/506084832012991726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=506084832012991726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/506084832012991726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/506084832012991726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-begins.html' title='summer begins'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Wp636wVxZvQ/TfSPY17x0II/AAAAAAAABf8/owS7hpvw3Wc/s72-c/SAM_1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3685167736625173401</id><published>2011-06-03T02:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:57:28.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my baby sis graduated from high school.  I seriously can't even believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is such a sweet girl.  I feeling kinda proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amber and Lynn were the only ones who brought their whole family.  Katie and I were flying solo.  Chase stayed home with our kids because my kids are terrors and would have been sprinting up and down the aisles and stairs the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crZcbm7SKSw/TeigxNnJrkI/AAAAAAAABe0/mbCon_EOCz0/s1600/SAM_1632.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crZcbm7SKSw/TeigxNnJrkI/AAAAAAAABe0/mbCon_EOCz0/s400/SAM_1632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613913702845230658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Chey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe she will be entering the college world this year.  I feel old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuNldfU1-ZE/TeifClYyj_I/AAAAAAAABes/YSsSbsmYX3I/s1600/SAM_1634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuNldfU1-ZE/TeifClYyj_I/AAAAAAAABes/YSsSbsmYX3I/s400/SAM_1634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613911802261966834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SISTERS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This group is probably my favorite group in the world (Minus the fact that my mom is missing).  My sisters are the best EVER.  For sure my best friends in the whole world.  And, pretty much the only people, other than Chase, who use my cell phone number frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2-n4AZpEuU/TeifCFao23I/AAAAAAAABek/Y9MYXuzONoY/s1600/SAM_1631.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2-n4AZpEuU/TeifCFao23I/AAAAAAAABek/Y9MYXuzONoY/s400/SAM_1631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613911793679784818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute mom and dad and grandma and grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncTMOtd28P4/TeifBmrhzQI/AAAAAAAABec/_TTGuGcGcR4/s1600/SAM_1629.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncTMOtd28P4/TeifBmrhzQI/AAAAAAAABec/_TTGuGcGcR4/s400/SAM_1629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613911785429126402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class of 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"THIS IS IT"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSYbspXkZwM/TeifBMvvfwI/AAAAAAAABeU/vnSgdV4tujk/s1600/SAM_1628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSYbspXkZwM/TeifBMvvfwI/AAAAAAAABeU/vnSgdV4tujk/s400/SAM_1628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613911778467479298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The graduate herself!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTr5sI0wXJc/TeifA7j3gVI/AAAAAAAABeM/5ewLMhdBAgA/s1600/SAM_1626.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTr5sI0wXJc/TeifA7j3gVI/AAAAAAAABeM/5ewLMhdBAgA/s400/SAM_1626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613911773854269778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way to go Chey!!  Love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3685167736625173401?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3685167736625173401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3685167736625173401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3685167736625173401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3685167736625173401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-crZcbm7SKSw/TeigxNnJrkI/AAAAAAAABe0/mbCon_EOCz0/s72-c/SAM_1632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6089358346836757785</id><published>2011-05-29T02:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T02:54:50.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week while Jax was at school Ben and I went to the State Championship baseball game with my fam.  Honestly, I was SHOCKED at his behavior.  He was a little angel.  I just always figured he was a hellian because everywhere I go he and Jax are just sprinting from place to place and I nearly lose them both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, when this little guy is alone, he is a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3XjdZMBsDw/TeIJVl4GrCI/AAAAAAAABeA/rQyzxDrd8n0/s1600/SAM_1604.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3XjdZMBsDw/TeIJVl4GrCI/AAAAAAAABeA/rQyzxDrd8n0/s400/SAM_1604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612058352206392354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elEQUGvf2hA/TeIJVWm33aI/AAAAAAAABd4/em5O8XNZYRo/s1600/SAM_1603.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elEQUGvf2hA/TeIJVWm33aI/AAAAAAAABd4/em5O8XNZYRo/s400/SAM_1603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612058348107586978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIBRNA0Ug30/TeIJU46JixI/AAAAAAAABdw/xl9yT8nEgY8/s1600/SAM_1602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIBRNA0Ug30/TeIJU46JixI/AAAAAAAABdw/xl9yT8nEgY8/s400/SAM_1602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612058340135373586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srDNv4TjtAU/TeIJUsXLO7I/AAAAAAAABdo/F5JliJSIGt0/s1600/SAM_1601.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srDNv4TjtAU/TeIJUsXLO7I/AAAAAAAABdo/F5JliJSIGt0/s400/SAM_1601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612058336767458226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew?? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-6089358346836757785?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6089358346836757785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6089358346836757785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6089358346836757785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6089358346836757785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ball Game'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-r3XjdZMBsDw/TeIJVl4GrCI/AAAAAAAABeA/rQyzxDrd8n0/s72-c/SAM_1604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6402102140993706399</id><published>2011-05-19T01:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:35:42.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like What I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off, how adorable are these summer buzzes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QGo2N8RjrM/TdTHkWRxTTI/AAAAAAAABdY/gu2jQ0Sy1R8/s1600/SAM_1546.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QGo2N8RjrM/TdTHkWRxTTI/AAAAAAAABdY/gu2jQ0Sy1R8/s400/SAM_1546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608326863252442418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two little boys were cracking me up today.  It is so funny how such little kids have preferences.  After all the money and new technology being put into new Disney and Pixar movies, what is my kids' favorite movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old school The Fox and the Hound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, what is the snack of choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mustard Pretzels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is hilarious to me that at 2 yrs. and 3 yrs. these little guys already like specific things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-6402102140993706399?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6402102140993706399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6402102140993706399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6402102140993706399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6402102140993706399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-like-what-i-like.html' title='I Like What I Like'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-3QGo2N8RjrM/TdTHkWRxTTI/AAAAAAAABdY/gu2jQ0Sy1R8/s72-c/SAM_1546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7080707318520245889</id><published>2011-05-07T03:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T03:49:51.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already know that my sis, Amber, is going to mock me for this post, BUT I am still doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, a wedding dinner counts as a night out these days.  The number of nights Chase and I are without our little peeps are very few.  So, you better believe I busted out my camera to document our "date".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynkxkkovoBY/TcUUqSqtdqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/k-HjtIQd8Es/s1600/SAM_1494.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynkxkkovoBY/TcUUqSqtdqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/k-HjtIQd8Es/s400/SAM_1494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603908028130490018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little bro Nick and my Chaser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pY8cVGMSCoo/TcUUqGTeueI/AAAAAAAABdI/bQ0My5wxdPI/s1600/SAM_1493.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pY8cVGMSCoo/TcUUqGTeueI/AAAAAAAABdI/bQ0My5wxdPI/s400/SAM_1493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603908024811829730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, my beautiful cousin Kylee (the bride-to-be), and my sis Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OKKvoE85Fk/TcUUpievriI/AAAAAAAABdA/yns7gH5kP7o/s1600/SAM_1492.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OKKvoE85Fk/TcUUpievriI/AAAAAAAABdA/yns7gH5kP7o/s400/SAM_1492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603908015195401762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick, Matt, B, Bobby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys all wanted a copy of this photo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKBVkA5oELI/TcUUpVHLxGI/AAAAAAAABc4/Qw-gZWevDS4/s1600/SAM_1491.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKBVkA5oELI/TcUUpVHLxGI/AAAAAAAABc4/Qw-gZWevDS4/s400/SAM_1491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603908011606918242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amber and Lynn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that is it.  ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I just want everyone to know that Chase and I did do something without kids.  It really needs to be documented when that happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS Thanks Amber for letting me eat my dinner AND yours :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt8MQ1OFVdc/TcUUpJLULxI/AAAAAAAABcw/t6A0BvFjv4s/s1600/SAM_1489.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt8MQ1OFVdc/TcUUpJLULxI/AAAAAAAABcw/t6A0BvFjv4s/s400/SAM_1489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603908008403021586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7080707318520245889?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7080707318520245889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7080707318520245889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7080707318520245889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7080707318520245889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-out.html' title='Night Out'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ynkxkkovoBY/TcUUqSqtdqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/k-HjtIQd8Es/s72-c/SAM_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7950455924223833524</id><published>2011-04-25T01:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:37:12.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year we go to Price the Saturday before Easter for the annual Carlson family Easter party with Chase's family.  This year did not disappoint.  My kids had so much fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So precious....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9DR3_5_2XY/TbUiyNvBxEI/AAAAAAAABco/AKeflY7FU2E/s1600/SAM_1377.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9DR3_5_2XY/TbUiyNvBxEI/AAAAAAAABco/AKeflY7FU2E/s400/SAM_1377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419957780792386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0EJ862nTIc/TbUix6SxTII/AAAAAAAABcg/c08T65_gP3E/s1600/SAM_1376.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0EJ862nTIc/TbUix6SxTII/AAAAAAAABcg/c08T65_gP3E/s400/SAM_1376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419952561998978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Craftin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummm...Ryan, are you in an apron?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snXlCsT7eOE/TbUixj2T4II/AAAAAAAABcY/K5XGEGudtkk/s1600/SAM_1375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snXlCsT7eOE/TbUixj2T4II/AAAAAAAABcY/K5XGEGudtkk/s400/SAM_1375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419946537050242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NUMBERS!!!!  Jax's heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ri1UnhP1nQ/TbUixDplsLI/AAAAAAAABcQ/UlskjLMXlc4/s1600/SAM_1374.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ri1UnhP1nQ/TbUixDplsLI/AAAAAAAABcQ/UlskjLMXlc4/s400/SAM_1374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419937893757106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little Benny-Boo had so much fun having free reign at the church.  He is the most handsome little dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYOh7islQdk/TbUh-dX6cJI/AAAAAAAABcI/PGrcWwDcBVk/s1600/SAM_1372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYOh7islQdk/TbUh-dX6cJI/AAAAAAAABcI/PGrcWwDcBVk/s400/SAM_1372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419068625612946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am laughing my head off just looking at this picture.  Chase's poor grandma.  I made her wear one of the headbands we were making.  So funny.  She is such a good sport! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUq9V42lWzU/TbUh-Jqq9DI/AAAAAAAABcA/gq81MDYSp3U/s1600/SAM_1371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUq9V42lWzU/TbUh-Jqq9DI/AAAAAAAABcA/gq81MDYSp3U/s400/SAM_1371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419063335580722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5I3Y8sCL_w/TbUh9yNflvI/AAAAAAAABb4/mc9oWIc6WUk/s1600/SAM_1370.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5I3Y8sCL_w/TbUh9yNflvI/AAAAAAAABb4/mc9oWIc6WUk/s400/SAM_1370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419057039185650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eITY6aeMA8g/TbUh9pKV6nI/AAAAAAAABbw/gR2jU8Oyn-4/s1600/SAM_1369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eITY6aeMA8g/TbUh9pKV6nI/AAAAAAAABbw/gR2jU8Oyn-4/s400/SAM_1369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419054610049650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TWdwYxi0Do/TbUh9UVnB-I/AAAAAAAABbo/a2FCW6ZKSSs/s1600/SAM_1368.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TWdwYxi0Do/TbUh9UVnB-I/AAAAAAAABbo/a2FCW6ZKSSs/s400/SAM_1368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599419049020164066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7950455924223833524?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9DR3_5_2XY/TbUiyNvBxEI/AAAAAAAABco/AKeflY7FU2E/s72-c/SAM_1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8728196248156895551</id><published>2011-04-22T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:24:24.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a GOOD day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been a complainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I don't want to be a complainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Days like today make me realize that the rough days are totally worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids were so good and cute all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were loving the warm weather and playing in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LguouJlb9vs/TbJgtNneAqI/AAAAAAAABbg/ybOtWoqLzVY/s1600/SAM_1362.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LguouJlb9vs/TbJgtNneAqI/AAAAAAAABbg/ybOtWoqLzVY/s400/SAM_1362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598643616640533154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben is in love with this swing.  I would give Jax a turn and the whole time Ben would be standing right in front of the swing crying and saying, "All done.  All done."  So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, excuse me Jax.  Pants and shoes?  What in the $%&amp;amp;@!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it truly has been a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riAfELwMpt4/TbJgs994DdI/AAAAAAAABbY/AoBzKDcwoM4/s1600/SAM_1360.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riAfELwMpt4/TbJgs994DdI/AAAAAAAABbY/AoBzKDcwoM4/s400/SAM_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598643612439547346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, how could you not want to hangout with these two all day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vz4qijY6Tr8/TbJgsi9q2dI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5ZbS7uhA0Is/s1600/SAM_1357.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vz4qijY6Tr8/TbJgsi9q2dI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5ZbS7uhA0Is/s400/SAM_1357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598643605190924754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GagvNtrqUcQ/TbJgsppRj3I/AAAAAAAABbI/tG0gyUtq4V4/s1600/SAM_1355.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GagvNtrqUcQ/TbJgsppRj3I/AAAAAAAABbI/tG0gyUtq4V4/s400/SAM_1355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598643606984429426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, teh most miraculous thing that happened all day was that both of my boys sat up to the table and ate lunch.  Isn't it pathetic that this is monumental?  Honestly, this NEVER happens.  I can't even think of the last time.  Usually I am chasing them around shoving food in their mouths.  I just sat back in awe.  I HAD to get my camera to document.  If there wasn't proof there is no way Chase would have believed the good news!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8DKr1E6b4o/TbJgsGSzm9I/AAAAAAAABbA/1rEj_0MAGXI/s1600/SAM_1353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8DKr1E6b4o/TbJgsGSzm9I/AAAAAAAABbA/1rEj_0MAGXI/s400/SAM_1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598643597494950866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah Springtime, please stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then hurry and leave so that it can be summer! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8728196248156895551?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LguouJlb9vs/TbJgtNneAqI/AAAAAAAABbg/ybOtWoqLzVY/s72-c/SAM_1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-627433459822728931</id><published>2011-04-17T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:34:30.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New FlowerBomb Spring Wool Felt Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, I kinda think you should go take a look at my accessory blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://flower-bombdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flower-bombdesigns.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The new Spring Wool Felt Collection has just been posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Headbands $7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Clips $4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A little taste....(Over 50 items to look at on my &lt;a href="http://flower-bombdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;FlowerBomb Blog&lt;/a&gt;!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221837_10150166962914574_842409573_6423234_4209469_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/216297_10150166964149574_842409573_6423261_6426913_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221650_10150166962139574_842409573_6423223_7646367_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Collection'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-464607493762380308</id><published>2011-04-15T02:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T03:05:23.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you read my post from yesterday, you know that I have been struggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, yesterday was the day from hell that ended the week from hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended the day in tears while sitting at the kitchen counter with Chase.  These kids of mine are really testing my patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, today has been a new day.  A day that has shown me that I truly am blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just start with my wonderful mom.  After listening to me beg for help with Jax's refusal to wear pants, my mom came up with this little concoction:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4PV4qh2m48/TagDEDhRNLI/AAAAAAAABa4/Q9LrKF3bBbg/s1600/SAM_1299.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4PV4qh2m48/TagDEDhRNLI/AAAAAAAABa4/Q9LrKF3bBbg/s400/SAM_1299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595725905207047346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is what you think.  Homemade leiderhosen!!  SO funny looking, but was a miracle worker today.  My mom sewed on grosgrain ribbon "leiderhosen" to a few of Jax's shorts and pants.  He then let her put them on.  He kept these bad boys on for like 5 hours today!!!!!  (Please bless this wasn't a one time thing and that he wears them again tomorrow.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today has definitely been the rainbow after the storm.  I was seriously about to pack my bags and move to Tahiti yesterday.  I couldn't do it.  I literally was a failure as a mother.  My kids are unruly.  I am impatient, and we were all miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two nights ago my prayers consisted of begging for help with Jax.  Period.  No other topics were even approached because figuring this little guy out literally takes over my every thought.  I begged Heavenly Father for help.  How can I make him wear pants?  How can I reason with him?  What do I do?  Is this seriously what my life is?  Does anyone even care that my kids are the hardest kids in the world?  Does anyone care that I really don't think I can ever have a third child because I really feel like I am failing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, today was a true testimony that prayers are answered.  He really does care about my current issue with Jax and his pants.  He really does care about my minor day-to-day struggles.  After posting last night about Jax, I got so many people calling me, texting me, and even two letters that just so happened to show up today in regards to my struggles.  How amazing is that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I truly have felt that Heavenly Father knows that I haven't been dealt the easiest hand, and that He is going to help me with it.  When I got one particular letter in the mail today I couldn't help but cry through the entire thing.  It had been sent to me a week ago.  It was like Heavenly Father knew that in a week I was going to pray BEGGING Him to rescue me and that this letter needed to be ready and in my mailbox the next morning to tell me that I haven't been sent the issues I have without help.  Honestly, I have never felt so clearly that He was there.  It was like He was telling me, "Goldie, relax.  I know what I have given you to deal with.  And, I know you can do it.  I am not going to leave you hanging in your trials.  We can be a team.  I am going to help you AND I have given you so many people in your life that are going to help with this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even remember the wonderful experiences I have had today without tears rolling down my cheeks.  For those of you who called, texted, sent mail (days ago), or even commented THANK YOU.  You have no idea, but you have been the answer to my desperate prayers this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, my mother-in-law and mom have also come running to the rescue.  My mom has been busily working up crazy things on the sewing machine and bringing me a million supplies to try.  My mother-in-law has seriously spent hours online reading articles and getting information for me.  How is it possible that I have been given all of this when only 2 days ago I prayed with a broken heart for any type of help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could preach to you all day long that someone is listening when we pray, but it is days like today that teach me that all of the "stuff" I have been taught my whole life is true.  We all have trials.  And, they suck.  I am not going to sugar coat it one little bit.  And, I know that my trials are not any harder than anyone else's, but when the trial is yours,  it seems larger than life.  We all have crap, just different shovels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today has been a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it seems that this blog has turned into "Chronicles of a Mom With Hard Kids That Just Can't Hack It", but I think I need to post a few pictures to prove that everything is okay.  I am going to survive (I think).  And, as hard as my kids are, they are the cutest little dudes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCXAkGXJIbk/TagCsmke5fI/AAAAAAAABaw/8noX61xN2zQ/s1600/SAM_1304.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCXAkGXJIbk/TagCsmke5fI/AAAAAAAABaw/8noX61xN2zQ/s400/SAM_1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595725502298908146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBZeYbua3eE/TagCsNEw4yI/AAAAAAAABao/eDv9JRyXiNs/s1600/SAM_1303.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBZeYbua3eE/TagCsNEw4yI/AAAAAAAABao/eDv9JRyXiNs/s400/SAM_1303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595725495454982946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKJIzT99Pro/TagCr34M9JI/AAAAAAAABag/-wFQ45xZkdw/s1600/SAM_1300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKJIzT99Pro/TagCr34M9JI/AAAAAAAABag/-wFQ45xZkdw/s400/SAM_1300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595725489765151890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-464607493762380308?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/464607493762380308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=464607493762380308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/464607493762380308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/464607493762380308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-x4PV4qh2m48/TagDEDhRNLI/AAAAAAAABa4/Q9LrKF3bBbg/s72-c/SAM_1299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7315880918111049167</id><published>2011-04-14T05:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T05:25:22.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>house arrest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been on house arrest.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week Jax decided that he no longer will wear pants.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Period.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No exceptions.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He throws the BIGGEST fit you have ever seen if you have the nerve to try and get him in pants.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t matter what I try – jeans, corduroys, shorts, athletic pants, pajama pants, sweats, sweatshorts.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have tried them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTM5aJQgtag/TabY9BKtbZI/AAAAAAAABaI/6m4FK45t_CM/s1600/SAM_1283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTM5aJQgtag/TabY9BKtbZI/AAAAAAAABaI/6m4FK45t_CM/s400/SAM_1283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595398129851395474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2VUFIBR1gA/TabY84Um3NI/AAAAAAAABaA/5gDOejhJ7Yc/s1600/SAM_1284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2VUFIBR1gA/TabY84Um3NI/AAAAAAAABaA/5gDOejhJ7Yc/s400/SAM_1284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595398127476989138" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, we haven’t been going anywhere.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is just weird to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;go out into public with a 3 year old who isn’t wearing bottoms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In November of last year Jax decided that he wasn’t going to wear shoes anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pretty awesome decision right as winter is starting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did, however, find one pair of Vans that he would wear on very rare occasions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, I moved from, “He has to wear shoes,” to, “If he ever wears shoes – even for 2 minutes – we are moving in the right direction.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not wearing shoes was annoying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t play in the snow at all last winter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t really go outside at all to avoid frostbite.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And no, putting him outside in socks when it was freezing didn’t make him want shoes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just happily ran through the snow in wet socks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I thought that was bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Little did I know it was going to get a lot worse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This pants thing is KILLING me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I seriously feel like someone put an ankle bracelet tracker on me and told me I couldn’t leave my house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness it is warm enough to play in the backyard without pants (sorta).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention that when Jax went to school on Friday he showed up without pants on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, by some miracle we got pants on him Sunday to go to church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, he quickly realized that he had them on and freaked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ripped them off as I was wrestling him to the ground.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s just say we immediately got in the car and left.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can go nowhere.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not even church.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure how much more of this I can take.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am needing some serious help.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What in the world do I do?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing works.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He won’t put them on if I do the, “You can’t do this until you put your pants on.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Timeout doesn’t do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A wrestling match that leaves me sweating and crying has failed to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, who is the occupational therapist out there who can solve this one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7315880918111049167?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7315880918111049167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7315880918111049167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7315880918111049167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7315880918111049167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/04/house-arrest.html' title='house arrest'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-tTM5aJQgtag/TabY9BKtbZI/AAAAAAAABaI/6m4FK45t_CM/s72-c/SAM_1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2128038384243253853</id><published>2011-04-10T01:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:48:42.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bonk and Some Underwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Today was a ROUGH day.  For everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The day started out with some tears.  Ben was jumping from the arm of the couch onto the cushion.  He landed on the cushion, bounced forward, and landed forehead first on the corner of my coffee table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He WAILED.  I freaked.  I was sure I needed to be at the Emergency Room stat.  I called my mom to come over to my house to see if he needed stiches.  But, after about ten minutes, I called my mom off and settled down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am still not sure if I should have got it stiched.  But, I didn't.  So, hopefully he doesn't have a gigantic scar that I am responsible for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Ben kept saying, "Ought oh.  Ought oh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmCg_DGQJzM/TaFbNDnjJGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/x1hd05QbNls/s1600/SAM_1279.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmCg_DGQJzM/TaFbNDnjJGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/x1hd05QbNls/s400/SAM_1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593852492038480994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Soooo mangled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05sqSfHeolI/TaFbNK-WAKI/AAAAAAAABZw/89qCib0IqjM/s1600/SAM_1278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05sqSfHeolI/TaFbNK-WAKI/AAAAAAAABZw/89qCib0IqjM/s400/SAM_1278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593852494013137058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Jax, oh Jax.  This little kid sure knows how to push me over the edge.  He is hitting a bit of a rough spot right now.  He is so dang cute, but can make me want to climb in a ball and cry sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Currently, he refuses to wear pants and prefers to have a bare bum.  Sweet.  I took him to Walmart today (in the snow) without pants.  I got some TERRIBLE looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyway, I thought you needed to see how cute his little body is in his underwear...that he never wears.  Just wore them long enough for me to take a picture.  I had to take 2 because he wasn't really interested in posing in his skivvies for the world wide web.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_ebGPMN9Ew/TaFbMn9fZwI/AAAAAAAABZo/JRpMFT_FxlM/s1600/SAM_1277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_ebGPMN9Ew/TaFbMn9fZwI/AAAAAAAABZo/JRpMFT_FxlM/s400/SAM_1277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593852484614317826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He seriously looks like a seven year old in this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXGMPPeQdPQ/TaFbMltu7aI/AAAAAAAABZg/2G0UrZEBBGc/s1600/SAM_1276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXGMPPeQdPQ/TaFbMltu7aI/AAAAAAAABZg/2G0UrZEBBGc/s400/SAM_1276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593852484011355554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Underwear'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-TmCg_DGQJzM/TaFbNDnjJGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/x1hd05QbNls/s72-c/SAM_1279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-5005796186789788875</id><published>2011-04-08T02:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T02:27:36.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roen's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew, Roen, turns 5 this week.  He had a killer birthday party to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has been so excited about it and really concerned about making sure Jax and Ben got him a gift.  And, I feel very proud to say that the Iron Hide (Transformer jargon) we got him was basically his favorite gift!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Last year when he opened my gift for him - Ironman paraphernalia - he started crying and told me that the gift was a garbage gift.  So this year I took special care when getting his present. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAn71uw64ms/TZ7FAKpYdwI/AAAAAAAABZY/iKJzsbfTF9Y/s1600/SAM_1249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAn71uw64ms/TZ7FAKpYdwI/AAAAAAAABZY/iKJzsbfTF9Y/s400/SAM_1249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593124393889330946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, all 100 kids that Mr. Roen knows showed up ready to party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, of course Jax and Ben were on the VIP guest list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulMnZWidlkU/TZ7DdlKVt-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/zTKr6_dRcd0/s1600/SAM_1260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulMnZWidlkU/TZ7DdlKVt-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/zTKr6_dRcd0/s400/SAM_1260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593122700199835618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A baby!!! A baby!!"  Ben couldn't resist.  He had to make his way into Holden's car seat for a little love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAJb7pUsIXQ/TZ7Ddea00mI/AAAAAAAABZI/aH1TCYXm9m4/s1600/SAM_1259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAJb7pUsIXQ/TZ7Ddea00mI/AAAAAAAABZI/aH1TCYXm9m4/s400/SAM_1259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593122698389934690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two little cousins are only 3 months apart and could probably pass as twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS I am so grateful they aren't twins.  Not because I don't love Char, but I am pretty sure I would be in a mental hospital by now if I had three kids ages 2 and 3!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKenZUa0PA8/TZ7DdP-xOEI/AAAAAAAABZA/mN99cjObrOQ/s1600/SAM_1257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKenZUa0PA8/TZ7DdP-xOEI/AAAAAAAABZA/mN99cjObrOQ/s400/SAM_1257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593122694514161730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piniata!!!!!!  Nothing makes a party like scrounging through the piniata candy.  Jax wasn't the best at this.  He couldn't wait to eat the candy so he'd have to eat each piece before he would pick up another.  Which, left him with a small pile since all the other greedy kids grabbed it all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQZIihRyKSs/TZ7Dc6OtAVI/AAAAAAAABY4/k5vrIZ2i1tE/s1600/SAM_1256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQZIihRyKSs/TZ7Dc6OtAVI/AAAAAAAABY4/k5vrIZ2i1tE/s400/SAM_1256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593122688675414354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milo is seriously amazing.  He makes me laugh just looking at him.  He is so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf7esaULWFI/TZ7Dcim_iJI/AAAAAAAABYw/qchdmW3ljl8/s1600/SAM_1254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf7esaULWFI/TZ7Dcim_iJI/AAAAAAAABYw/qchdmW3ljl8/s400/SAM_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593122682334840978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, the birthday boy himself.  Of course his party was all things Transformer.  He wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHXpreJ2Tvk/TZ7CXEujNPI/AAAAAAAABYo/cINvcrEUuHs/s1600/SAM_1253.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHXpreJ2Tvk/TZ7CXEujNPI/AAAAAAAABYo/cINvcrEUuHs/s400/SAM_1253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593121488902501618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun is obviously a little too bright for Benny-boo.  This was probably his fifth or sixth cupcake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTdcbF8EsOY/TZ7CXH4loqI/AAAAAAAABYg/SLZ6Gdx2ves/s1600/SAM_1251.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTdcbF8EsOY/TZ7CXH4loqI/AAAAAAAABYg/SLZ6Gdx2ves/s400/SAM_1251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593121489749910178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax on the other hand wanted nothing to do with the cupcakes.  He just kept refilling his one cupcake with more frosting.  A boy after my own heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlCR-sSXtSQ/TZ7CW_so-VI/AAAAAAAABYY/lKTQd7wi7PQ/s1600/SAM_1247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlCR-sSXtSQ/TZ7CW_so-VI/AAAAAAAABYY/lKTQd7wi7PQ/s400/SAM_1247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593121487552313682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the peeps at the cupcake decorating table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6T-xpHUelQ/TZ7CWvI3N4I/AAAAAAAABYQ/5MgrZkwhpm4/s1600/SAM_1246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6T-xpHUelQ/TZ7CWvI3N4I/AAAAAAAABYQ/5MgrZkwhpm4/s400/SAM_1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593121483107284866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Char diggin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7hM-Niuco8/TZ7CWTcARjI/AAAAAAAABYI/D7IHWdUkfGE/s1600/SAM_1245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7hM-Niuco8/TZ7CWTcARjI/AAAAAAAABYI/D7IHWdUkfGE/s400/SAM_1245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593121475671377458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax thought this gigantic sandbox was the best thing ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to the dude that made me an aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PSS We missed you Katie!!!!!! (And Zac) :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5005796186789788875?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/5005796186789788875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=5005796186789788875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5005796186789788875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5005796186789788875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/04/roens-birthday-party.html' title='Roen&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-AAn71uw64ms/TZ7FAKpYdwI/AAAAAAAABZY/iKJzsbfTF9Y/s72-c/SAM_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3491107075231897626</id><published>2011-03-25T03:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:50:40.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not my best day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today has probably been my worst day ever as a mom.  Hands down.  Honestly, if you feel the need to call DCFS after reading this post, more power to ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all started with me working last night.  I work the graveyard shift a mere 3 nights a week.  Just enough to feel like a real person who is contributing to society, but small enough to still be a full-time stay-at-home momma to my babies.  I got home from work and got to sleep for 2 hours before Chase left to work.  Then, I got up and started my daily mom duties.  Fed everyone breakfast.  Got my kids clean and dressed for the day.  Well, kinda.  It took like 2 hours to convince Jax that he needed to wear pants.  After I cleaned up the crazy messes that happen in my family room in just a few short hours of playing, I fed my kids lunch and got Jax ready to hit the road for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax just started to ride the bus this week.  I have been taking him, but decided to give the bus a try.  So, the bus arrived and we ran out and off he went.  I went back inside and got Ben a dry, clean little bum and put him down for a nap.  Since I had only slept 2 hours in the last 24, I, too, had to use Jax's preschool time to sleep.  I set my alarm for 2:45pm so I had time to get Ben up and ready, get to Jax's school to get him and meet my mom and Amber.  I even set my alarm a few minutes early because today was going to be the first day Jax rode the bus home.  But, I needed to get somewhere quickly after school so, I had to be there before the little guy hopped on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I jumped in my bed and was no doubt asleep in 30 seconds flat.  Staying up all night long will do that to ya.  Next thing I know, I hear a loud knock at my door.  I jump up, and the first thing I see is the clock.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  HOLY $%^@!!!!!!!!!  I sprint to the door and there is Jax's afternoon Bus driver.  He then went on to tell me that he got lost trying to find my place and kept calling me, but I didn't answer.  (....I was totally sleeping instead of being at the police station wondering why in the world my 3 year old wasn't home an hour and a half after school got out!!!!)  Really, I should have been at the police station trying to get an Amber Alert rolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I probably apologized to the bus driver 1,000 times as we walked out to the bus to get poor little Jax, who had been harnessed into the bus for over an hour!!  The poor little dude was sooooo excited to see me and be freed from the bus.  I have never felt so bad in my life!  The bus driver had seriously been driving around for an hour trying to find where to drop Jax off.  And, what was I doing?  Snoozing!  Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything just worked out as terribly as it could have today.  My phone was still on silent from work and all the way out in the kitchen.  My mom and Amber had both called me like 20 times.  The bus driver had been calling.  Chase had called.  My alarm was set correctly and didn't go off.  Ben, who usually takes a 2 or so hour nap and could be considered a back-up alarm, slept for 5 HOURS and never woke me up.  He's never done that in his entire life. Oh. My. Gosh!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, needless to say my day was pretty out of control.  I just couldn't really get control the rest of the day.  I seriously couldn't calm down from the panic attack I felt when I woke up to the bus driver banging down my door and seeing 5pm on my clock.  I had a visiting teaching appointment at 6:30pm that I totally forgot to show up to.  I am actually back at work right now and haven't brushed my hair, changed my shirt, or put on an ounce of makeup since yesterday.  Would you please find me a life coach?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I am so relieved to say that my kids are still alive.  Jax made it home from school safe and sound.  I, on the other hand, just might get fired from my job as  a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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day'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2354854247564736661</id><published>2011-03-24T01:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:10:57.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kiddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, if you are not laughing a little inside by the sight of this photo, I am just not sure what else I can do for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlAW5BpzVrs/TYr4EV3OG2I/AAAAAAAABYA/Yp4L0eJcAPw/s1600/SAM_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlAW5BpzVrs/TYr4EV3OG2I/AAAAAAAABYA/Yp4L0eJcAPw/s400/SAM_1239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587551041178442594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So funny!  Jax has this little tramp in his room and thinks that the best way to jump is butt naked.  Duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{You are so welcome for the edit.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4PEFdl3-4w/TYr4ECWQgYI/AAAAAAAABX4/5y6CQf9yDoc/s1600/SAM_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4PEFdl3-4w/TYr4ECWQgYI/AAAAAAAABX4/5y6CQf9yDoc/s400/SAM_1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587551035939914114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two brothers are the best.  It is so crazy how babies grow so fast and then slow down a little.  These two besties are 16 months apart and are starting to look like the same size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...wait, doesn that have something to do with my 3 year old chugging away at a bottle?  don't judge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy-gTeXxJRU/TYr4DqXnjlI/AAAAAAAABXw/W0LhpjAPX1w/s1600/SAM_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy-gTeXxJRU/TYr4DqXnjlI/AAAAAAAABXw/W0LhpjAPX1w/s400/SAM_1159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587551029503168082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben is a pro at feeding himself (on the days he decides to eat).  He doesn't want help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can do it all by his self - so back off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2354854247564736661?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2354854247564736661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2354854247564736661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2354854247564736661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2354854247564736661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/03/kiddies.html' title='kiddies'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-HlAW5BpzVrs/TYr4EV3OG2I/AAAAAAAABYA/Yp4L0eJcAPw/s72-c/SAM_1239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-5056188327357979697</id><published>2011-03-16T02:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:05:54.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FlowerBomb Designs</title><content type='html'>So, rumor has it that YOU have been really sad that FlowerBomb Designs took a little leave of absence.  My apologies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, we are back in business...literally.  So, be sure to visit my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://flower-bombdesigns.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get buying!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5056188327357979697?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/5056188327357979697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=5056188327357979697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Bachelor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never miss an episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I hope Emily wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, quick question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone have any tips on how I can morph my face and body into hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shouldn't be too hard...right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://www-hollywoodlife-com.vimg.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/010311_the_bachelor_foursome_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2040981239492163876?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8241678637203988326</id><published>2011-03-07T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T05:04:20.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>st. george</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three weeks ago we packed our bags and headed toward some outside weather.  Jax and Ben couldn't have been happier to take the road trip.  Sadly, Chase couldn't miss work to join us.  My whole family went to St. George for Stockton's baseball tourney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pz3XOg8_8M/TXTFMFHrJHI/AAAAAAAABVc/iehsMRK8nR0/s1600/SAM_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pz3XOg8_8M/TXTFMFHrJHI/AAAAAAAABVc/iehsMRK8nR0/s400/SAM_1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581302649542354034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two ear aches can really put a damper on a vacation.  My poor little Benny Boo had a rough few days on this trip.  His fever was unreal.  It was the saddest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZcBATM_spg/TXTFLyL3I5I/AAAAAAAABVU/0bFh6sCONss/s1600/SAM_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZcBATM_spg/TXTFLyL3I5I/AAAAAAAABVU/0bFh6sCONss/s400/SAM_1183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581302644459643794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best bud brothers.  I couldn't be happier that these two little dudes have each other.  I am so happy that Heavenly Father is smarter than me.  I would have never planned these little guys so close together.  But, He knew how much they needed each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNX-cWf_obE/TXTDtTAQCOI/AAAAAAAABVM/Yf1lvNe5iG8/s1600/SAM_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNX-cWf_obE/TXTDtTAQCOI/AAAAAAAABVM/Yf1lvNe5iG8/s400/SAM_1182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581301021181741282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE that Jax is now aware when the camera is taking a picture of him.  SO dang cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFBsUMMChAA/TXTDtN7W6oI/AAAAAAAABVE/wY374Vf-6HU/s1600/SAM_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFBsUMMChAA/TXTDtN7W6oI/AAAAAAAABVE/wY374Vf-6HU/s400/SAM_1179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581301019819043458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALright, this next picture might make you wonder about my parenting skills.  Jax loved nothing more than climbing on top of my car.  He would run out of our house and head straight for the car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WONJXAXt1DI/TXTDshp7nxI/AAAAAAAABU8/vO5NNmuKj0c/s1600/SAM_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WONJXAXt1DI/TXTDshp7nxI/AAAAAAAABU8/vO5NNmuKj0c/s400/SAM_1175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581301007934791442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHOQ0tXwP50/TXTDsRB4jpI/AAAAAAAABU0/OahCUOjYeac/s1600/SAM_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHOQ0tXwP50/TXTDsRB4jpI/AAAAAAAABU0/OahCUOjYeac/s400/SAM_1174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581301003471851154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These little boys seriously thought they had found heaven on earth with weather nice enough to play outside and all the shovels they could handle.  After hours of this sand digging I called Chase and told him I thought we should move to St. George.  And, I was serious.  These long winter months are seriously hard for my kids.  They are so sick of being cooped up inside.  This was a much needed trip.  Spring better hurry, hurry, hurry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOWifz8x1Y0/TXTAUoc9oKI/AAAAAAAABUc/z1fHIycx4F0/s1600/SAM_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOWifz8x1Y0/TXTAUoc9oKI/AAAAAAAABUc/z1fHIycx4F0/s400/SAM_1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581297298907701410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8241678637203988326?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8241678637203988326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8241678637203988326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8241678637203988326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8241678637203988326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-george.html' title='st. george'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-_pz3XOg8_8M/TXTFMFHrJHI/AAAAAAAABVc/iehsMRK8nR0/s72-c/SAM_1184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-5386697249769097389</id><published>2011-03-07T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T05:10:17.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>night owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am sooooo glad the last two weeks are over.  I have gained a whole new respect for working moms.  I started a new job at a residential treatment center and have been working non kid-friendly hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My kids have been thrown around to their grandmas way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But, I am happy to say those 2 weeks are over, and I will be able to be a mom again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My schedule will be much more kid friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, when I say that I mean that I will be working when they sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is even  crazier than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While you are catching a good night’s rest, I will be working away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But, treatment for mental illness and addiction works around the clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am at work right now….4:27am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am freaking tired!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I sure hope that I can get use to this craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But, I will say that, for me, it is better than having people watch my kids every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have so much respect for working moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am not quite sure how they do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You should see my kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am pretty sure there is not a clean dish to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, if you want something for dinner my kitchen is the WRONG place for you these last 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, let’s not even talk about clean clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My laundry room is a war zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How in the blankity blank do moms work all day, take care of their kids, and keep things together at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Poor Chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am sure he is wondering how we are even living in such conditions!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have seriously felt like an absentee mother these last two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Perhaps other working moms can hack it, but man it has been rough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Those 2 weeks have come to a blessed end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I couldn’t be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And, I can only imagine how Chase is feeling. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I just need to figure out this whole sleeping business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I sure hope I don’t start hallucinating with this lack of sleep….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5386697249769097389?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8989023464382826390</id><published>2011-02-10T23:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:33:10.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nordstrom Knock-off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(57, 57, 57); font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div class="popup-logo" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(57, 57, 57); line-height: normal; text-decoration: none; height: 20px; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had the nerve to try and imitate something from Nordstrom.  Yeah, some nerve.  I saw this beauty in their magazine and loved it.  I loved everything but the $138 price tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(57, 57, 57); font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.nordstromimage.com/images/store/common/topnav/season/2010/0402/logo-popup.gif" alt="Nordstrom" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(57, 57, 57); font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="popup-title gray-band" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 14px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(215, 215, 212); "&gt;Leonora Dame Fabric &amp;amp; Bead Bib Necklace&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="popup-main" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(57, 57, 57); font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-decoration: none; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div id="popup-largeImage" 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0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I immediately thought, I can totally make that.  I hate that I think like that.  Usually when I make something it doesn't work out quite as planned and pretty much looks like a craft.  But, I decided to give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Now, I will admit that it is nowhere near as cute as the Nordstrom necklace.  BUT, I didn't buy anything to make it.  I saw the magazine and thought, I am going to try and make that tonight.  So, I just used whatever I already had to see if it worked out at all.  If I did it again, I would buy some super cute embellishments two-toned ribbon, and I am sure that it would would be a little closer to Nordstrom caliber.  But, for just using whatever random stuff I had on hand, it isn't too 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ej__MUnplA/TVTXjgxP6WI/AAAAAAAABUU/BTPSAXa626U/s72-c/SAM_1157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2950219369433647159</id><published>2011-02-09T13:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:02:38.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>computing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys have a new love.  The computer.  Because both of them are o.b.s.e.s.s.e.d. with Mickey Mouse I have found some online Mickey Mouse games and they are SOLD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax jumps up and down, is a pro at knowing when to click the mouse, and laughs so hard when he does it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben is trying to be part of it which is amazing.  He yells out the characters names when they show up on the screen and tries to click.  It is so cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the URL if you have a little Mickey lover:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;http://disney.go.com/preschool/games/html/index?id=1607281&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVL_jO5HTUI/AAAAAAAABT8/mImEiSeLsCs/s1600/SAM_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVL_jO5HTUI/AAAAAAAABT8/mImEiSeLsCs/s400/SAM_1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571796669768879426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVL_ikHZ4NI/AAAAAAAABT0/ENPvUiPanTU/s1600/SAM_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVL_ikHZ4NI/AAAAAAAABT0/ENPvUiPanTU/s400/SAM_1154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571796658286092498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVL_iZ-qQ9I/AAAAAAAABTs/DR5kn9_LGwM/s1600/SAM_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVL_iZ-qQ9I/AAAAAAAABTs/DR5kn9_LGwM/s400/SAM_1153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571796655565063122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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center;"&gt;The two favorites in Ben's life:  Mickey Mouse and suckers!!  Perfect morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2950219369433647159?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2950219369433647159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2950219369433647159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2950219369433647159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2950219369433647159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/02/computing.html' title='computing'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVL_jO5HTUI/AAAAAAAABT8/mImEiSeLsCs/s72-c/SAM_1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2140713430949739924</id><published>2011-02-08T13:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:20:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; day.  The day every mom dreads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first day of school.  The day your baby is no longer a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it.  And, I am so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, he did look adorable for his first day.  This little cutie is bound to make a friend, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVGiCkJRdgI/AAAAAAAABTU/motGDeN3Zxo/s1600/JaxPreschoolDay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVGiCkJRdgI/AAAAAAAABTU/motGDeN3Zxo/s400/JaxPreschoolDay1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571412378980021762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben wasn't sad that Jax was going to school.  He was just sad that his mom wanted to take pictures instead of letting him go outside.  Poor little Ben HATES winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax wouldn't put his shoes on, naturally.  However, when we got to his school he let me put them on him.  Yahoo!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVGhltT8owI/AAAAAAAABTM/DBmKmswWsYM/s1600/SAM_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVGhltT8owI/AAAAAAAABTM/DBmKmswWsYM/s400/SAM_1136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571411883224507138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked in and every kid was obediently sitting on the carpet squares looking bright eyed at the teacher.  Jax, on the other hand, wouldn't sit down and was happily playing in the toy corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put his backpack and jacket in his cubby and left.  He didn't cry.  He was fine.  Duh, it was a room full of new toys!!  However, I got back in my car and bawled.  I hate today!  I sure hope the little guy does alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs301.snc6/180903_10150099102379574_842409573_5934120_4750113_n.jpg" width="540" height="720" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2140713430949739924?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2140713430949739924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2140713430949739924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2140713430949739924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2140713430949739924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/02/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TVGiCkJRdgI/AAAAAAAABTU/motGDeN3Zxo/s72-c/JaxPreschoolDay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8225164883619214995</id><published>2011-02-05T22:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:39:51.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did a lot of celebrating today for Jax's third birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the photo recap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day started with presents.  Due to his love for Mickey Mouse all gifts were related to Mickey in one way or another.  And, Jax couldn't have been more pleased.  Ben was in heaven, too.  He thought it was his birthday too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xhmlFD3I/AAAAAAAABTE/k6dgqKHynaI/s1600/SAM_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xhmlFD3I/AAAAAAAABTE/k6dgqKHynaI/s400/SAM_1104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570444242465394546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, we were off to Kangaroo Zoo - Jax's favorite place on the planet.  I actually love it too.  My kids can run wild, and I am not worried about losing someone.  We all win!   After Kangaroo Zoo we went to lunch at Jax's favorite place...McDonalds.  Please don't hate me for letting my children eat McDonald.  Don't worry we try to go the the very least amount possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, prepare yourself for what comes next.  Chase just couldn't resist the special they had going on and we left with this PAIL of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 NUGGETS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Oh boy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xHZFc6NI/AAAAAAAABS8/35XOj23dKTU/s1600/SAM_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xHZFc6NI/AAAAAAAABS8/35XOj23dKTU/s400/SAM_1105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443792166480082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Kangaroo Zoo we came home for Ben to take a nap.  Since Jax hates nothing more than a nap, he played some computer games (Mickey Mouse obviously) with Chase.  He LOVES the games on the Disney website.  He is a pro at clicking the mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xHAtSD-I/AAAAAAAABS0/hAbcy34rQbE/s1600/SAM_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xHAtSD-I/AAAAAAAABS0/hAbcy34rQbE/s400/SAM_1115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443785622654946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Ben woke up from his nap our day of partying convinced him that he could do whatever he wanted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xGp6h9SI/AAAAAAAABSs/yt5WYSOWSwI/s1600/SAM_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xGp6h9SI/AAAAAAAABSs/yt5WYSOWSwI/s400/SAM_1118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443779504207138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, it was off to celebrate with some family and cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xGND63lI/AAAAAAAABSk/uj5NyuLLN5k/s1600/SAM_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xGND63lI/AAAAAAAABSk/uj5NyuLLN5k/s400/SAM_1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443771758960210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xF_yftWI/AAAAAAAABSc/en3bj0gJa5E/s1600/SAM_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xF_yftWI/AAAAAAAABSc/en3bj0gJa5E/s400/SAM_1120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443768196216162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I hope I'm not enabling a pyromaniac, Jax LOVES these lighters!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wgE3HQgI/AAAAAAAABSU/fL66b-iMSV8/s1600/SAM_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wgE3HQgI/AAAAAAAABSU/fL66b-iMSV8/s400/SAM_1121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443116722733570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had a crowd of people facing him and singing.  It was a little much at first, but he came around. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wf5y8z-I/AAAAAAAABSM/sOTStn6Oqqs/s1600/SAM_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wf5y8z-I/AAAAAAAABSM/sOTStn6Oqqs/s400/SAM_1122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443113752481762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have your cake, and eat it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wfko6yXI/AAAAAAAABSE/9ch3QsI-2ts/s1600/SAM_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wfko6yXI/AAAAAAAABSE/9ch3QsI-2ts/s400/SAM_1126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443108073261426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wfUkdayI/AAAAAAAABR8/rJ-8n7udcCY/s1600/SAM_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4wfUkdayI/AAAAAAAABR8/rJ-8n7udcCY/s400/SAM_1127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443103759592226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gifts!!  This car launcher was probably the highlight of the night.  The only negative on this one is that I am pretty sure we have to go buy another one because Ben flips out that he can't have it.  Two kids = two of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4we50CXEI/AAAAAAAABR0/AbibbsnmW5A/s1600/SAM_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4we50CXEI/AAAAAAAABR0/AbibbsnmW5A/s400/SAM_1129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570443096577170498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jax - you BIG three year old!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8225164883619214995?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8225164883619214995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8225164883619214995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8225164883619214995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8225164883619214995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/02/celebrating-three.html' title='celebrating three'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU4xhmlFD3I/AAAAAAAABTE/k6dgqKHynaI/s72-c/SAM_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8618037659924290147</id><published>2011-02-05T09:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:40:01.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THREE years ago today this little baby came to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was the most beautiful little dude with a full head of white hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU16-AYKCvI/AAAAAAAABRs/-tuUWlgUuRc/s1600/Jax%2525201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU16-AYKCvI/AAAAAAAABRs/-tuUWlgUuRc/s400/Jax%2525201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570243519798971122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The months and years have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by.  Really, I can't believe we are already here.  Starting school in just THREE days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU169MG49eI/AAAAAAAABRc/fYJeOkP3e3s/s1600/6moscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU169MG49eI/AAAAAAAABRc/fYJeOkP3e3s/s400/6moscale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570243505767904738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This squishy little guy has changed my life forever.  He has taught me so much more in these last THREE years than I would have ever guessed.  This parenting thing isn't for the faint of heart.  He has also brought so much life and happiness into our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU16814mYWI/AAAAAAAABRU/fAL084kZ1lI/s1600/HighChair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU16814mYWI/AAAAAAAABRU/fAL084kZ1lI/s400/HighChair3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570243499802386786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never knew that one could love Mickey Mouse so much.  And, I am pretty sure that on his death bed Jax is going to ask for a nice order of chicken nuggets.  There is not a THREE year old on the planet who is better with numbers, counting, colors, organizing or collecting than my little Jax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU168asM1yI/AAAAAAAABRM/PyhuRDx1sKQ/s1600/SAM_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU168asM1yI/AAAAAAAABRM/PyhuRDx1sKQ/s400/SAM_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570243492502624034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate that my little baby is growing up so fast.  Time really does fly.  I honestly can't believe that I am here.  That I have a THREE year old.  I love this crazy little guy more than he knows.  Happy Birthday baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8618037659924290147?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TU16-AYKCvI/AAAAAAAABRs/-tuUWlgUuRc/s72-c/Jax%2525201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3081612657497862831</id><published>2011-01-26T09:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:32:12.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Adopted!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have THREE new family members!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mickey, Donald and Goofy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went into the Disney store this week with Jax and Ben.  Oh boy, that was a mistake.  I was there for one hour and went to the cash register 4 different times.  Jax just couldn't decide what he wanted.  So, I bought stuff then he would change his mind, and I would have to go back to the register to return the previous thing and buy the newest toy he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 4 trips to the register we left with Mickey, Donald and Goofy stuffed animals.  In the store I handed him him Daisy, Minnie and Pluto, but he chucked them.  He only wanted Mickey, Donald, and Pluto.  He hugged them the whole rest of the day, and they have been traveling with us wherever we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Ben is admiring the new friends...Jax was alseep.  That is the only reason Ben got to even touch these guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBLcBspmuI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HTgq0VSvkq8/s1600/SAM_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBLcBspmuI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HTgq0VSvkq8/s400/SAM_1054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566532084294064866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBLbod5EtI/AAAAAAAABQw/eZ1zLkDtQXc/s1600/SAM_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBLbod5EtI/AAAAAAAABQw/eZ1zLkDtQXc/s400/SAM_1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566532077521277650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, these guys go everywhere with Jax.  So cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBLbUKFO7I/AAAAAAAABQo/tJZb_eMsDGY/s1600/SAM_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBLbUKFO7I/AAAAAAAABQo/tJZb_eMsDGY/s400/SAM_1050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566532072069479346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3081612657497862831?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3081612657497862831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3081612657497862831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3081612657497862831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3081612657497862831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2011/01/weve-adopted.html' title='We&apos;ve Adopted!!!'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBLcBspmuI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HTgq0VSvkq8/s72-c/SAM_1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8338977432757543825</id><published>2011-01-26T09:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:24:16.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting - Starburst Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you weren't aware, I have joined the world of crafting.  I never thought I could hang there, but I am stuck!  I spend WAYYYYY too much time looking at craft blogs.  Really.  But, I thought I would share my latest endeavor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My $6 version of the starburst mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBJx_bcPHI/AAAAAAAABQg/8ugzRcwCLN0/s1600/SAM_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBJx_bcPHI/AAAAAAAABQg/8ugzRcwCLN0/s400/SAM_1055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566530262618881138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBJxi5bGmI/AAAAAAAABQY/VXosvfcNknY/s1600/SAM_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBJxi5bGmI/AAAAAAAABQY/VXosvfcNknY/s400/SAM_1056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566530254960007778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the tutorial&lt;a href="http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2009/11/sunburst-raindrop-starburst.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super easy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8338977432757543825?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TUBJx_bcPHI/AAAAAAAABQg/8ugzRcwCLN0/s72-c/SAM_1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3053159356779026359</id><published>2010-12-24T12:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:38:15.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hansen Family Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was the annual Hansen Family Shindig.  Thanks to I-15 we were an hour late, but other than that it was a par-tay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT01_uy7rI/AAAAAAAABQE/BM4XTDNUzI0/s1600/SAM_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT01_uy7rI/AAAAAAAABQE/BM4XTDNUzI0/s400/SAM_0900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554333448932617906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, my momma, my grandma and my sisters:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom, me, Katie, Chey, Amber, and Grandma Hansen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT01oMdP2I/AAAAAAAABP8/oHGVoQ2Q-y4/s1600/SAM_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT01oMdP2I/AAAAAAAABP8/oHGVoQ2Q-y4/s400/SAM_0903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554333442614574946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two little cousins are best buds.  They just follow each other around.  AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milo and Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT01dcrNgI/AAAAAAAABP0/A2fj6Vgy5Z4/s1600/SAM_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT01dcrNgI/AAAAAAAABP0/A2fj6Vgy5Z4/s400/SAM_0894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554333439729808898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here Ben and Milo are again.  Chase is keeping the playing from escalating to fighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0008QIpI/AAAAAAAABPs/7vzreu8OQ_Q/s1600/SAM_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0008QIpI/AAAAAAAABPs/7vzreu8OQ_Q/s400/SAM_0895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554333428856398482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man did my little boys love Cyd and Dave's unfinished basement.  Room to fun wild!!!  And yes, Jax found every tool or dangerous item down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT00pMiwYI/AAAAAAAABPk/eFraMSjaLRs/s1600/SAM_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT00pMiwYI/AAAAAAAABPk/eFraMSjaLRs/s400/SAM_0892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554333425703502210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lynn, Kurt, Chey, Stock, Tim, Zac, Katie, Maren, B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0Kx9v-iI/AAAAAAAABPc/Xx3iA3tQVS0/s1600/SAM_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0Kx9v-iI/AAAAAAAABPc/Xx3iA3tQVS0/s400/SAM_0891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554332706502867490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin Colter dressed-up as Santa, and it was amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I showed this picture to Chase and told him that I was sending this solo shot of me and Santa out for our family Christmas card. ha ha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0Kmu6DyI/AAAAAAAABPU/7AIQwT6Nqq4/s1600/SAM_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0Kmu6DyI/AAAAAAAABPU/7AIQwT6Nqq4/s400/SAM_0888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554332703487823650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase tried to force Jax on Santa's lap.  Jax was NOT having it.  I am not even sure his little bum touched that red velvet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0KTMLC1I/AAAAAAAABPM/ViAQnXBMvTo/s1600/SAM_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0KTMLC1I/AAAAAAAABPM/ViAQnXBMvTo/s400/SAM_0887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554332698241862482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, I think this is the most priceless photo with Santa.  I'm pretty sure every kid is terrified of the man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Especially when you have a hunchback Santa like Colter! ha ha ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0JyMChHI/AAAAAAAABPE/xW19my491Hc/s1600/SAM_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0JyMChHI/AAAAAAAABPE/xW19my491Hc/s400/SAM_0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554332689382933618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0JsfTDGI/AAAAAAAABO8/zL011Z4AJ0o/s1600/SAM_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT0JsfTDGI/AAAAAAAABO8/zL011Z4AJ0o/s400/SAM_0882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554332687853096034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3053159356779026359?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3053159356779026359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3053159356779026359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3053159356779026359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3053159356779026359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/12/hansen-family-christmas-party.html' title='Hansen Family Christmas Party'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TRT01_uy7rI/AAAAAAAABQE/BM4XTDNUzI0/s72-c/SAM_0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-1772216784913865356</id><published>2010-12-16T18:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:16:43.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE :):)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so I know this post is a bit creepy.  And, I am also sure that Chase and I are the only ones who will enjoy these pictures.  AND, I already know you are going to think I am a weirdo for taking pictures of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax has just learned how to smile on command for the camera and it has brought me some serious entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, don't mind me in the photos, but pah-lease appreciate his new smiles for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priceless!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQq5YXcOALI/AAAAAAAABO0/Wq60BLadUIo/s1600/SAM_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQq5YXcOALI/AAAAAAAABO0/Wq60BLadUIo/s400/SAM_0879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551453318947930290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQq5YD7C1TI/AAAAAAAABOs/1zUJf8ywZYY/s1600/SAM_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQq5YD7C1TI/AAAAAAAABOs/1zUJf8ywZYY/s400/SAM_0878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551453313708512562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQq5XwuGuzI/AAAAAAAABOk/wcir71iMLjc/s1600/SAM_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQq5XwuGuzI/AAAAAAAABOk/wcir71iMLjc/s400/SAM_0874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551453308553968434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-1772216784913865356?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1772216784913865356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1772216784913865356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1772216784913865356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1772216784913865356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile.html' title='SMILE :):)'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQq5YXcOALI/AAAAAAAABO0/Wq60BLadUIo/s72-c/SAM_0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8886575953875908321</id><published>2010-12-10T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:46:22.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIve GrandSONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and dad have 5 grandSONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, all boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are two of the cuties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7F17dLrI/AAAAAAAABOc/hJOFeBv2hgE/s1600/SAM_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7F17dLrI/AAAAAAAABOc/hJOFeBv2hgE/s400/SAM_0851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549203399924068018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While my kids and my sister Amber's kids frequent my parents' house, our little Californian Zac is pretty rare.  So, when ALL of the little grandbabies were together we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; obviously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;had to get it on record.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is what it looks like when you are trying to get 5 BOYS under 4 to take a picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7FX7-QmI/AAAAAAAABOU/4yRi1PTUd9k/s1600/SAM_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7FX7-QmI/AAAAAAAABOU/4yRi1PTUd9k/s400/SAM_0848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549203391873172066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7FFgKbVI/AAAAAAAABOM/JJII_KfTirY/s1600/SAM_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7FFgKbVI/AAAAAAAABOM/JJII_KfTirY/s400/SAM_0847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549203386924690770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7EtN8T9I/AAAAAAAABOE/i8OAVTyTf68/s1600/SAM_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7EtN8T9I/AAAAAAAABOE/i8OAVTyTf68/s400/SAM_0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549203380405817298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it was worth a try.  Thank you Lynn for all your hard work! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8886575953875908321?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8886575953875908321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8886575953875908321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8886575953875908321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8886575953875908321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-grandsons.html' title='FIve GrandSONS'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TQK7F17dLrI/AAAAAAAABOc/hJOFeBv2hgE/s72-c/SAM_0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-1290970468067715742</id><published>2010-12-01T22:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:41:43.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevaliers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although our Chevalier days together started ELEVEN YEARS AGO, these girls are still my besties.  We had a little get together, and I couldn't have loved it more.  We laughed at our old dance pictures and videos and talked about some funny memories.  Some of my best and funniest high school memories involve these girls! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs734.ash1/162821_1605074180702_1651565806_1414005_2715652_n.jpg" width="720" height="479" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lacey, Me, Janelle, Nikki, Keri Jo, Jolie, Summer Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-1290970468067715742?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1290970468067715742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1290970468067715742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1290970468067715742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1290970468067715742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/12/chevaliers.html' title='Chevaliers'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6239064931434297517</id><published>2010-11-27T13:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:43:19.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Like most, we alternate between spending Thanksgiving Day with Chase's family and with my family.  This year belonged to the Gunderson's.  We ate at Chase's parents house.  Chase's dad got a knee replacement just last week so, he wasn't really up for much traveling. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1175.snc4/154758_470357369573_842409573_5346857_3357373_n.jpg" width="528" height="720" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little family.  I can't believe that this 4-some is my little family.  Man, time has gone so fast!  My little family is kinda getting big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1233.snc4/156588_470358414573_842409573_5346870_5359850_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs602.ash2/155439_470358154573_842409573_5346866_1453619_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the Gunderson boys minus Drew and Kent.  Drew was busy with his girlfriend, Nancy, and Kent was busy with a knee replacement! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beau, Tigh, Chase, Paul, Baby Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1128.snc4/149068_470358589573_842409573_5346873_3008311_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the cooking duties fell on the one and only Jana.  She is the most marvelous cook!!  And, Skye of course, too.  Her pumpkin dessert was my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1193.snc4/154540_470358489573_842409573_5346872_3097097_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacque. Char and Tigh's little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs595.ash2/154764_470358649573_842409573_5346875_4772020_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole crew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1129.snc4/149122_470358844573_842409573_5346880_6557428_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1233.snc4/156574_470359034573_842409573_5346884_5098722_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1209.snc4/156194_470358754573_842409573_5346878_2304611_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs609.ash2/156129_470359069573_842409573_5346885_8381374_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1133.snc4/149560_470359149573_842409573_5346887_24672_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-6239064931434297517?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6239064931434297517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6239064931434297517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6239064931434297517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6239064931434297517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-5038124238791583915</id><published>2010-11-24T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:29:52.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Jax.  This little 2 1/2 year of mine is quite the little dude.  I am still trying to figure him out.  He laughs when you tell him no or say anything to him in a stern voice.  He is not interested in following any directions.  But, he does have a new nose squinching smile that lets him get away with most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This last week Jax has boycotted shoes.  Literally.  Two Sundays ago he decided that he was no longer gong to wear shoes.  He didn't care that he was going in public or that winter has approached.  So, that Sunday he went to church without shoes.  I thought it was just a fit he was throwing before church.  But, I was wrong.  Eight days later, he still hadn't worn a pair of shoes.  He even went to "school" shoeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He kept bringing me a pair of Ben's Vans and sticking out his feel for me to put them on.  Obviously, they wouldn't fit.  When I try to put shoes on him he literally freaks.  Then, if I do get them on, he literally takes them on within 5 seconds.  So, we went to the mall today to experiment in the Vans store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got him a pair just like Ben's - only a different color because they didn't have the same one, which made me a little nervous.  Chase tried 3 different pairs on him checking for the right size.  He sat through all three and allowed them all to go on his feet!!!  Holy smokes!  We were shocked.  We had no choice but to buy them, and he wore them out of the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am pretty sure he will soon be the poster child for Vans.  I am not sure why he is so into Vans, but if it means he wears shoes he will be rockin' these babies every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TXVauZ5I/AAAAAAAABN4/H9nYXnUTpcw/s1600/2-boys-girls-era-vn-0im8pbq-vans-pewter-black-athletic-skate-shoes_431524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TXVauZ5I/AAAAAAAABN4/H9nYXnUTpcw/s400/2-boys-girls-era-vn-0im8pbq-vans-pewter-black-athletic-skate-shoes_431524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543319114202638226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you asked me what Jax's favorite thing to do right now I would hands down say playing in the washer.  I am not sure how this even started, but it is his favorite place.  He pushes the garbage can over and climbs up with screwdriver in hand.  Then, he sits in there and "fixes" it with his screwdriver.  Pretty sure he could be entertained for hours in the washer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TWM5nLJI/AAAAAAAABNw/rcNQV-4TXw0/s1600/SAM_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TWM5nLJI/AAAAAAAABNw/rcNQV-4TXw0/s400/SAM_0819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543319094736399506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's talk a little about Jax's personality.  Let's just say that I would not let him walk around in William Sonoma alone.  He is quite the destructive little guy.  He really isn't malicious about it (and that is not just his mother speaking).  He just likes to grab things, take them apart, and fix everything with his screwdriver.  That being said, there are times when he goes a little too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TUpg2RMI/AAAAAAAABNo/6cdSocqkJz4/s1600/SAM_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TUpg2RMI/AAAAAAAABNo/6cdSocqkJz4/s400/SAM_0703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543319068057420994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Him and the rip in my couch would be one of those moments.  He thought it was so awesome to climb inside the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TT702wNI/AAAAAAAABNg/QfQRwLxm3Ok/s1600/SAM_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TT702wNI/AAAAAAAABNg/QfQRwLxm3Ok/s400/SAM_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543319055793307858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow...doesn't he look sooooo remoseful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TTJF8K4I/AAAAAAAABNY/jNpj_ikmw7M/s1600/SAM_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TTJF8K4I/AAAAAAAABNY/jNpj_ikmw7M/s400/SAM_0700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543319042174757762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sure do love this little guy.  He is the epitome of an active boy.  He can't sit still for anyone but Mickey Mouse.  He is one cute little dude.  He makes me pretty dang tired, but I just want to squish him all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5038124238791583915?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/5038124238791583915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=5038124238791583915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5038124238791583915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5038124238791583915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/11/jax.html' title='Jax'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TO3TXVauZ5I/AAAAAAAABN4/H9nYXnUTpcw/s72-c/2-boys-girls-era-vn-0im8pbq-vans-pewter-black-athletic-skate-shoes_431524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-1641928417615889496</id><published>2010-11-19T22:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:41:19.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo Choo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling pretty proud of myself right about now.  Due to my lack of artistic talent, this project turned out way better than I was expecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wanted to buy Jax and Ben a train table, but were a little weary because we didn't want to spend $200 on something we weren't sure they would play with.  So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and make a cheaper version so that I wouldn't be mad if they didn't play with it every day.  So, after a google search, I found the perfect &lt;a href="http://www.idmommy.blogspot.com/2010/09/id-mommy-projects-make-your-own-train.html"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt; to follow.  It was SOOO easy!!  And, it cost me a total of $42 (I did make 3 trips to Hobby Lobby and used the 40% off coupon 3 different times)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this table for $15 at DI.  It is the sturdiest rock you have ever seen.  So, Jax and Ben can climb all over it without breaking any bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TOddmw-_s-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/PvaryuF0E58/s1600/SAM_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TOddmw-_s-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/PvaryuF0E58/s400/SAM_0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541500787068220386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, here she is!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TOddmUKarkI/AAAAAAAABNI/Neo3BGHvfPk/s1600/SAM_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TOddmUKarkI/AAAAAAAABNI/Neo3BGHvfPk/s400/SAM_0810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541500779331497538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TOddl0DmfDI/AAAAAAAABNA/4QYp6jUx2Cw/s1600/SAM_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TOddl0DmfDI/AAAAAAAABNA/4QYp6jUx2Cw/s400/SAM_0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541500770712976434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, get yourself to Hobby Lobby STAT and make your own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-1641928417615889496?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1641928417615889496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1641928417615889496' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1641928417615889496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1641928417615889496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/11/choo-choo.html' title='Choo Choo'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TOddmw-_s-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/PvaryuF0E58/s72-c/SAM_0806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6832158692610974117</id><published>2010-11-09T16:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:50:18.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snug as a Bug in a Rug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby.  Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TNndfCr291I/AAAAAAAABMw/Xccq9X6ZHIk/s1600/SAM_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TNndfCr291I/AAAAAAAABMw/Xccq9X6ZHIk/s400/SAM_0722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537700742195246930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax found these blocks and literally wouldn't put them down for about 4 hours.  As he was getting put in bed he refused to put them down.  So, they went to bed with him.  Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TNndeqHj4BI/AAAAAAAABMo/drXaRy4h-GU/s1600/SAM_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TNndeqHj4BI/AAAAAAAABMo/drXaRy4h-GU/s400/SAM_0721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537700735600549906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh..this is so sweet!  Ben is not really loving his life off of a bottle.  He is so sad when it is time to go to bed, and he is left empty handed.  It is pretty sad.  So, Chase just snuggled Ben to sleep one night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TNndedgrzjI/AAAAAAAABMg/ul7wzvZ8ibs/s1600/SAM_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TNndedgrzjI/AAAAAAAABMg/ul7wzvZ8ibs/s400/SAM_0720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537700732216266290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is so cute!!!  First off, if you haven't met Sniffy, Ben's dog, yet, you are missing out.  They are best buds.  And, Ben's front teeth are amazing.  You get a little glimpse of them here!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-6832158692610974117?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6832158692610974117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6832158692610974117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6832158692610974117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6832158692610974117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/11/snug-as-bug-in-rug.html' title='Snug as a Bug in a Rug'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TNndfCr291I/AAAAAAAABMw/Xccq9X6ZHIk/s72-c/SAM_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-5115963676526548608</id><published>2010-10-29T16:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:15:04.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween School Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twice a week Jax goes to "school".  Now, when I say "school" I really mean a class that I attend with him that is meant to prepare him for when he is actually old enough to go to school.  They work on transitions, sitting still for learning time, snack time, book time, and music time.  It started as a nightmare, but now I don't dread it.  It is hard work for BOTH of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was suppose to come in costume to class this week for Halloween.  Since we discovered that his actual Halloween costume was way too small and made him look like the poor kid who couldn't afford a costume that actually fit, I had to rummage up something the day of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Count on Jax to already own a BYU jersey and actual football pants.  So, he graduated from the lion to the football player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtE5UYAipI/AAAAAAAABMY/nc5xxQd824k/s1600/SAM_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtE5UYAipI/AAAAAAAABMY/nc5xxQd824k/s400/SAM_0694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533592318667426450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax during learning time actually LEARNING!!!  The first time he did this learning time he lasted a whopping 3 MINUTES.  And, he was mad the whole time.  But, I am happy to say that this little football man can now do the full 15 minutes of learning time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He must be a genius or something! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtErKYAaYI/AAAAAAAABMQ/4YEMrCA6Yfc/s1600/SAM_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtErKYAaYI/AAAAAAAABMQ/4YEMrCA6Yfc/s400/SAM_0695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533592075464894850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learning time continued.  Putting these sticks into this wooden block have proved to be one of his all-time faves.  I think it is the cutest thing how serious he is about this.  As soon as all five are in, he looks up at me with a smile waiting for me to get excited and congratulate him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEqqV2q4I/AAAAAAAABMI/Ogg-o8DB6dY/s1600/SAM_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEqqV2q4I/AAAAAAAABMI/Ogg-o8DB6dY/s400/SAM_0696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533592066865933186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the best he has ever done at "school".  He has a tendency to run away from the assigned activity to climb on something or grab any visible toy.  But, not today.  He was pretty into the pudding/shaving cream painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEqblGJXI/AAAAAAAABMA/G5C_ZADu82M/s1600/SAM_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEqblGJXI/AAAAAAAABMA/G5C_ZADu82M/s400/SAM_0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533592062903330162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one risque school!  They had the kids take their shirts off to paint to avoid getting too dirty.  Jax thought the foam shapes were off the hizzle!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEqB7ffaI/AAAAAAAABL4/B3FdoVBbPHg/s1600/SAM_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEqB7ffaI/AAAAAAAABL4/B3FdoVBbPHg/s400/SAM_0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533592056017943970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because he is so little, I attend "school" with him.  We painted a tree.  And, he even decorated it with some feathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEpmasSPI/AAAAAAAABLw/aLtIlG7_4FA/s1600/SAM_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtEpmasSPI/AAAAAAAABLw/aLtIlG7_4FA/s400/SAM_0699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533592048632613106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fact that he is attending to this activity and even did it by himself (for a few minutes) honestly almost brings me to tears.  This little guy has been a handful, to say the least.  I hated this class when we started.  I left sweating and crying for the whole first month.  But, I am so proud of him now.  No, he doesn't sing the songs during music time, but he sits there and listens now.  And no, he doesn't try every new snack during snack time, but he sits there (most of the time).  This little guy just might make it in the big, bad world of real school!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-5115963676526548608?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/5115963676526548608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=5115963676526548608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5115963676526548608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/5115963676526548608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-school-day.html' title='Halloween School Day'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMtE5UYAipI/AAAAAAAABMY/nc5xxQd824k/s72-c/SAM_0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3350110770932464660</id><published>2010-10-28T07:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:09:50.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUNK-or-Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night Chase and I had a monumental parenting moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We attended our first &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And let me tell you what, our kids hated it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Perhaps it was because they were feeling sleep deprived.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAozaDcsI/AAAAAAAABLo/YDc5iu0JQ6Q/s1600/SAM_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAozaDcsI/AAAAAAAABLo/YDc5iu0JQ6Q/s400/SAM_0685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533095055683973826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were not interested in me drawing whiskers on them AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax has one set of whiskers a bit higher than his nose and one set of whiskers quite a bit lower than his nose.  But, he was getting whiskers DANGIT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, Ben thought it would be fun to rub the black from his face all over our carpet before we left and all over my clothes when we got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAng6oNrI/AAAAAAAABLg/wjcBeqEbq9I/s1600/SAM_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAng6oNrI/AAAAAAAABLg/wjcBeqEbq9I/s400/SAM_0689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533095033540458162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the brief moment Jax actually stayed in the cultural hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He must have thought it was Sunday and appropriately sprinted through the church halls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, of course, Ben was quick to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAnXzBMpI/AAAAAAAABLY/vI0ZlNFusPo/s1600/SAM_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAnXzBMpI/AAAAAAAABLY/vI0ZlNFusPo/s400/SAM_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533095031092621970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This face pretty much shows his excitement about trick-or-treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 5 minutes after leaving, we realized Jax's costume was WAY too small.  ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say that he won't be wearing this costume at any of the other Halloween celebrations this week. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**Go ahead and look at Jax's right arm and tell me that the sleeves were long enough!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAnPpzMXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/nn_B9_E9mTE/s1600/SAM_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAnPpzMXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/nn_B9_E9mTE/s400/SAM_0687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533095028906471794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, if this isn't the cutest little doggy you have ever seen I would like to meet the competitor!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even with tired kids who weren't all that into trick-or-treating, I had fun at the Trunk-or-Treat.  And, I felt like an old parent who actually had children old enough to participate.  With Halloween on a Sunday this year, it seems that everyone is a bit confused.  So, celebrations are strung-out all week.  So, stay tuned for more!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3350110770932464660?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3350110770932464660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3350110770932464660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3350110770932464660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3350110770932464660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/10/trunk-or-treat.html' title='TRUNK-or-Treat'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMmAozaDcsI/AAAAAAAABLo/YDc5iu0JQ6Q/s72-c/SAM_0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-727981441855206092</id><published>2010-10-22T12:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:17:18.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week Chase celebrated the big 2-7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy OLD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He actually wasn't all that excited to turn 27.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, we celebrated anyway. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase's family came over to our place for dinner and our very own version on Minute to Win It!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSsSKmbMI/AAAAAAAABK8/2St3cDZgnnY/s1600/SAM_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSsSKmbMI/AAAAAAAABK8/2St3cDZgnnY/s400/SAM_0667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933475620056258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the group trying to see who really knows Chase best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSV8-9syI/AAAAAAAABK0/gPBgjKENAso/s1600/SAM_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSV8-9syI/AAAAAAAABK0/gPBgjKENAso/s400/SAM_0671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933091976983330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was partying, too....shirtless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSVPFOhyI/AAAAAAAABKs/7HeAfitvAOQ/s1600/SAM_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSVPFOhyI/AAAAAAAABKs/7HeAfitvAOQ/s400/SAM_0668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933079655221026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you want a slice of that cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSUjc8MQI/AAAAAAAABKk/sPaonyll93o/s1600/SAM_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSUjc8MQI/AAAAAAAABKk/sPaonyll93o/s400/SAM_0666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933067943522562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nancy and Drew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute couple!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben in trying to get in on the dating scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHST5NVExI/AAAAAAAABKc/_trgrymcTIE/s1600/SAM_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHST5NVExI/AAAAAAAABKc/_trgrymcTIE/s400/SAM_0665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933056603755282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is the birthday boy himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a stud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSTrIV_6I/AAAAAAAABKU/i57hwU6e3Nc/s1600/SAM_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSTrIV_6I/AAAAAAAABKU/i57hwU6e3Nc/s400/SAM_0664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933052824747938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax thought this was the coolest party ever.  He got to play with balloons and rolls of toilet paper.  What more could a 2 year old ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR3MfmM7I/AAAAAAAABKM/E1_tigt_bew/s1600/SAM_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR3MfmM7I/AAAAAAAABKM/E1_tigt_bew/s400/SAM_0663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530932563564442546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye dominating (I mean cheating) while winning fishing pumpkins out of noodles with her toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR21lsMwI/AAAAAAAABKE/yJoaKJxoZp8/s1600/SAM_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR21lsMwI/AAAAAAAABKE/yJoaKJxoZp8/s400/SAM_0662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530932557415985922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to personally thank Jax for ruining this cute photo.  He was obsessed with pouring water everywhere and got a little on my camera lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR2Qed0BI/AAAAAAAABJ8/buzg0arX6sg/s1600/SAM_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR2Qed0BI/AAAAAAAABJ8/buzg0arX6sg/s400/SAM_0661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530932547453571090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With only one minute who can pull ALL the Kleenexes out of the box one by one fastest??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacque?  Nope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drew?  Wrong again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nancy?  Winner, winner, chicken dinner!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR2AGbeiI/AAAAAAAABJ0/CVCHDrlyuOI/s1600/SAM_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHR2AGbeiI/AAAAAAAABJ0/CVCHDrlyuOI/s400/SAM_0660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530932543057787426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who was the winner of the toilet paper unrolling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure...sorry winner. :)  You are not getting the recognition you deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a fun night.  These stupid games really turned out to be quite entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Chase!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you soooo much.  You are my bestest bud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-727981441855206092?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/727981441855206092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=727981441855206092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/727981441855206092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/727981441855206092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-chaser.html' title='Happy Birthday Chaser'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TMHSsSKmbMI/AAAAAAAABK8/2St3cDZgnnY/s72-c/SAM_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3458662018080334995</id><published>2010-10-18T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:29:24.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee Haw Farms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend our little family went to Hee Haw Farms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was excited to be out on the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qyvAo0nI/AAAAAAAABJs/wx87wkH0Db8/s1600/SAM_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qyvAo0nI/AAAAAAAABJs/wx87wkH0Db8/s400/SAM_0651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622968581804658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our boys were pretty excited about this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax about died over all the tractors that he could freely climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally, he almost died from excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qyIX5X0I/AAAAAAAABJk/uJLQ9qUjK6w/s1600/SAM_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qyIX5X0I/AAAAAAAABJk/uJLQ9qUjK6w/s400/SAM_0643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622958210375490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qxAiimII/AAAAAAAABJc/uyAU4RBwL1Y/s1600/SAM_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qxAiimII/AAAAAAAABJc/uyAU4RBwL1Y/s400/SAM_0635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622938927667330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the petting area of the farm they had a little bunny to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben immediately grabbed it and gave it a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qwFmfWCI/AAAAAAAABJU/325xswXv5Qo/s1600/SAM_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qwFmfWCI/AAAAAAAABJU/325xswXv5Qo/s400/SAM_0630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622923106539554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure if we a good parents for taking our kids to fun places or terrible parents for taking our kids out to play when they are soooooooooo ready for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qbusvayI/AAAAAAAABJM/UF27IzmIOR4/s1600/SAM_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qbusvayI/AAAAAAAABJM/UF27IzmIOR4/s400/SAM_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622573361359650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax, unlike Ben, takes after both Chase and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't want anything to do with touching animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was not about to touch this pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qbfppTcI/AAAAAAAABJE/OAlwgjnHhTE/s1600/SAM_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qbfppTcI/AAAAAAAABJE/OAlwgjnHhTE/s400/SAM_0625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622569321844162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qaSz4U5I/AAAAAAAABI8/eGP_kNeZIfU/s1600/SAM_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qaSz4U5I/AAAAAAAABI8/eGP_kNeZIfU/s400/SAM_0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622548695241618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qaEWG1xI/AAAAAAAABI0/Bv8eVeDX6F4/s1600/SAM_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qaEWG1xI/AAAAAAAABI0/Bv8eVeDX6F4/s400/SAM_0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622544812267282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qZn6X1II/AAAAAAAABIs/s2TMJfosYt8/s1600/SAM_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qZn6X1II/AAAAAAAABIs/s2TMJfosYt8/s400/SAM_0607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622537179747458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qANU9SuI/AAAAAAAABIk/nM6vNMeVsfc/s1600/SAM_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qANU9SuI/AAAAAAAABIk/nM6vNMeVsfc/s400/SAM_0605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622100546767586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p_ojhtuI/AAAAAAAABIc/0717gskgffk/s1600/SAM_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p_ojhtuI/AAAAAAAABIc/0717gskgffk/s400/SAM_0601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622090675762914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p_cG9bMI/AAAAAAAABIU/11rMP6PoJ4M/s1600/SAM_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p_cG9bMI/AAAAAAAABIU/11rMP6PoJ4M/s400/SAM_0599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622087334718658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p_MKjuKI/AAAAAAAABIM/8OvP0xpzzJw/s1600/SAM_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p_MKjuKI/AAAAAAAABIM/8OvP0xpzzJw/s400/SAM_0596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622083054844066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p-oRqUVI/AAAAAAAABIE/2By6BoGg0aA/s1600/SAM_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0p-oRqUVI/AAAAAAAABIE/2By6BoGg0aA/s400/SAM_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529622073420960082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax and Ben were really into this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I thought it was just okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wsa $8/person, and I sorta thought that was a little steep for this little farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, with that in mind, I am sure I will be back again with my $16 ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3458662018080334995?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3458662018080334995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3458662018080334995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3458662018080334995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3458662018080334995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/10/hee-haw-farms.html' title='Hee Haw Farms'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TL0qyvAo0nI/AAAAAAAABJs/wx87wkH0Db8/s72-c/SAM_0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2031580124022611782</id><published>2010-10-16T09:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T09:52:43.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is something that I am not proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, this is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnGvHdWnAI/AAAAAAAABHU/F71WJeeYO_c/s1600/SAM_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnGvHdWnAI/AAAAAAAABHU/F71WJeeYO_c/s400/SAM_0565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528668530332310530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure that there are a few of you out there who can't breath right now.  Yes, that is my 2 year old with a bottle still.  I know.  I know.  BUT, you have to admit that this picture is so dang cute.  Ben can't get enough of his big brother.  Ben always wakes up earlier than Jax.  When I hear Jax waking up I tell Ben that we need to go get him.  This is probably Ben's most exciting part of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF9SO3HII/AAAAAAAABHM/pKYmD9l0ibg/s1600/SAM_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF9SO3HII/AAAAAAAABHM/pKYmD9l0ibg/s400/SAM_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528667674230856834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax got a new bike.  He looks sooo big on it.  Sure he doesn't like to ride it on his own yet, but he does love checking out the grips and being pushed on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF9NBe_4I/AAAAAAAABHE/odCrPZ9mSHs/s1600/SAM_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF9NBe_4I/AAAAAAAABHE/odCrPZ9mSHs/s400/SAM_0559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528667672832573314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, those grips have changed Jax's life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF8k-qxeI/AAAAAAAABG8/tGgaO-EoSao/s1600/SAM_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF8k-qxeI/AAAAAAAABG8/tGgaO-EoSao/s400/SAM_0588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528667662083343842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While this isn't the best picture ever, it IS the best picture ever!!!!  I love both Ben and Jax's faces.  I always think about how grateful I am that I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; of these guys.  Ben was definitely a 'surprise'.  However, knowing what I know now I might have even planned my kids this crazy close in age.  I am so grateful that Heavenly Father is the one in charge!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF8PuFWYI/AAAAAAAABG0/5GoyElmahsg/s1600/SAM_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF8PuFWYI/AAAAAAAABG0/5GoyElmahsg/s400/SAM_0587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528667656376637826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing.  That is quite the stink eye from Jax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF7qJVoPI/AAAAAAAABGs/hgTDug17RZg/s1600/SAM_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnF7qJVoPI/AAAAAAAABGs/hgTDug17RZg/s400/SAM_0581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528667646290403570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please tell me that I am not the only one who can't keep a straight face looking at this photo.  These weird glasses were in one of the boxes of Little Swimmers I bought this summer.  Ben thinks these are the coolest thing EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Please notice two things in the background.  1- Jax is doing the perfect picture pose in the background.  2- Check out my blinds.  My kids sure know how to leave their mark on a place.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2031580124022611782?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2031580124022611782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2031580124022611782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2031580124022611782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2031580124022611782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TLnGvHdWnAI/AAAAAAAABHU/F71WJeeYO_c/s72-c/SAM_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8769709941243481373</id><published>2010-10-15T18:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:17:07.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk</title><content type='html'>Man have I disappeared from the blogging world.  I kinda disappeared because I needed to.  My life really had nothing exciting to blog about.  And, I just couldn't do it any more.  But, I am feeling ready to reunite with this blog of mine.  No, my life hasn't really gotten too much more exciting, but I guess there are still things to document. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few reasons I ditched this blog of mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - I really just couldn't find time to commit to one more thing.  I use to listen to moms say they were just "soooo busy" and kinda roll my eyes.  I didn't get it.  But, now I do.  No, I am not busy making business deals or meeting up with friends nightly to paint the town, but I am busy playing with blocks, going to the park, grocery shopping, cleaning up toys, cleaning up throw-up, and trying to teach animal sounds.  Sure I could have snuck in some blogging time, but I have just been exhausted from this mommy business.  I honestly couldn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - I don't want to sound terrible, but the blogging world had kinda started to bug me.  Because of everything I am currently dealing with in my life I couldn't face checking one more blog.  I wasn't excited that someone's child said something amazing.  Instead, I was kinda pissed and jealous.  I wasn't happy about the events I was reading about, I was kinda mad.  So, instead of being pissed at the cyber world, I just ditched it.  My issues needed to be faced without other lives to compare to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this post is not a downer.  Really, it's not.  I have decided that I want to post on this blog.  And, even better - I can.  I am not going to be pissed at the cyber world anymore.  I am not going to be mad about other people's posts.  How lame is that, anyway?  Lame.  You are going to want to check this blog a lot more often because it is soon going to be off the hook!!!!!!!!  Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Because even if it is just one of my kids sneaking into the bath fully clothed, I have things to document.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - As sad and virtual as it may seem, it kinda makes me feel like I am actually part of the world even if there are days I never leave the house and just sing Mickey Mouse Clubhouse songs for entertainment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you can add this blog back on to your daily read list.  I have been raised from the dead!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8769709941243481373?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8769709941243481373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8769709941243481373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8769709941243481373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8769709941243481373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-talk.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-896702171864924065</id><published>2010-09-29T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:30:52.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Weeks to a Better You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, I have joined a new health challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It started Monday, but I didn't sign-up until yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, if you are really interested, I am sure they will still let you join today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Check out the blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://8weekstoabetteryou.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.8weekstoabetteryou.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; Here is a little of the info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Wish me luck with no sugar!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;As a participant, you will have the opportunity to earn points every day by following a list of requirements.  At the end of every week, you will total your points then record them to the "8 Weeks to a Better You Points Bracket".  All the participants will receive access to this online spreadsheet, and we trust will be truthful when recording their points.  On you honor people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Here's how you earn points...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physically Better Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIMxzIavI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/4vNDUYmsClI/s1600/gm-running-5K-0605p58a-m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIMxzIavI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/4vNDUYmsClI/s200/gm-running-5K-0605p58a-m.jpg" width="200" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; Exercise &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at least 45 minutes a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIU5NoroI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NcJJkon_-n8/s1600/woman_sleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIU5NoroI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NcJJkon_-n8/s200/woman_sleeping.jpg" width="200" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;2. Get AT LEAST &lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 hours of sleep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a night (if you are short a little just squeeze a nap in to make up for it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIgFp3ZSI/AAAAAAAAB0g/0ux8ISWlcrY/s1600/woman-drinking-water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIgFp3ZSI/AAAAAAAAB0g/0ux8ISWlcrY/s320/woman-drinking-water.jpg" width="212" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink at least 8 glasses of water a day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIojpf_eI/AAAAAAAAB0o/uOaQ22qPePI/s1600/No+Sweets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIojpf_eI/AAAAAAAAB0o/uOaQ22qPePI/s200/No+Sweets.jpg" width="200" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; No Sugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-there are different ways to do this.  We prefer eliminating sugars and white flours (which turn into sugars) to get the most bang for your buck.  But if you would like to just do without sugars than you can make that call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIwWEIUtI/AAAAAAAAB0w/16tzYFyGrvo/s1600/no-junk-food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqIwWEIUtI/AAAAAAAAB0w/16tzYFyGrvo/s320/no-junk-food.jpg" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Soda or Junk Food &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes that means no Diet Coke ladies or fast food! Ya we know that will not be an easy point to earn...but you will love yourself and how you feel if you do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJND5JcvI/AAAAAAAAB04/QTaJy61XL9s/s1600/VegFruits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJND5JcvI/AAAAAAAAB04/QTaJy61XL9s/s320/VegFruits.jpg" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; Eat at least 2 servings of fruit and 2 servings of vegetables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJUBS4nzI/AAAAAAAAB1A/utEzpeewswE/s1600/late-night-snacking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJUBS4nzI/AAAAAAAAB1A/utEzpeewswE/s320/late-night-snacking.jpg" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;No eating after 8 p.m.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Emotionally/Spiritually Better Yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJdwzNj8I/AAAAAAAAB1I/-IOEu7iHwQk/s1600/journal-writing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJdwzNj8I/AAAAAAAAB1I/-IOEu7iHwQk/s200/journal-writing.jpg" width="200" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write in your journal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJlptL9mI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/1Jv030T4_ic/s1600/1224250632499_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJlptL9mI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/1Jv030T4_ic/s320/1224250632499_1.jpg" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;9. Complete at least &lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 minutes of uplifting reading &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or scripture study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJtTyWBbI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/ifH4qblKqEM/s1600/kind_hands_medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(33, 152, 166); "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BnyGwTfLq4/TJqJtTyWBbI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/ifH4qblKqEM/s320/kind_hands_medium.jpg" width="320" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;10. Complete an &lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;act of service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;b&gt;random act of kindness. &lt;/b&gt; Whether it be a small one or a big one, do something kind for someone else that is out of your normal routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You receive 1 point per item per day, so that's 10 points a day you can earn.  There will also be 1 bonus challenge every week worth extra points.  It could be anything from cleaning out your fridge to donating your time or money to a charity or worthy cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Now we know this is not easy so to help out you get a &lt;b&gt;FREE DAY&lt;/b&gt; where you get the full 10 points whether or not you complete all the requirements!  You can choose which day of each week is your free day each week, but you cannot choose different days for different points.  The &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; exception to this rule is exercise.  Your free day from exercise can be different if you choose.  For example - you may choose Saturday as your free day but choose to workout that day and take Sunday off from exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-896702171864924065?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/896702171864924065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=896702171864924065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/896702171864924065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids are pretty dang cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What makes Jax happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A full-size Three Musketeer's Bar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(or any full-size candy bar for that matter).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs306.ash2/58598_433260319573_842409573_4753236_3247494_n.jpg" width="540" height="720" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What makes Ben happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His new dog, Sniffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs321.ash2/60144_433258149573_842409573_4753147_3478744_n.jpg" 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title='what makes YOU happy?'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-3834195900167629824</id><published>2010-09-06T18:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:10:13.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cruisin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This last week Chase and I went on a cruise to the Western Caribbean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, it was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents watched Jax and Ben for the first 4 days, and Chase's parents watched them for the last 4 days.  This was the first time that we really left our kids for more than one night.  It was probably harder for me than for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, Chase and I had the best week ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Grand Cayman we went to Sting Ray City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was freaked at first.  But, I soon came to love that smooth skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNr19Kx_I/AAAAAAAABGU/8IqoFVPmM4g/s1600/020+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNr19Kx_I/AAAAAAAABGU/8IqoFVPmM4g/s400/020+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513969103142569970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our tour guide, Mark, took this photo.  He was pretty dang funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNrerqT_I/AAAAAAAABGM/FvQKAx4r7Qw/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNrerqT_I/AAAAAAAABGM/FvQKAx4r7Qw/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513969096895123442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase holding the sting ray. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNrGYTBKI/AAAAAAAABGE/EfjBI1JgI2k/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNrGYTBKI/AAAAAAAABGE/EfjBI1JgI2k/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513969090371454114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark told him that he needed a different shot for facebook and for twitter. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNqowHtDI/AAAAAAAABF8/EPyGJGgj8IM/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNqowHtDI/AAAAAAAABF8/EPyGJGgj8IM/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513969082418312242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, here we are!  This was probably after I had to warm up to them for 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNqAsAW6I/AAAAAAAABF0/rWsrSZkB1G4/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNqAsAW6I/AAAAAAAABF0/rWsrSZkB1G4/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513969071663635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow!  Obviously this huge, cheesy smile shows that I did, in fact, warm up to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are SO heavy.  They can't support their own body weight when lifter so it is dead weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMBxNfj6I/AAAAAAAABFs/eHswaM1QOu4/s1600/SAM_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMBxNfj6I/AAAAAAAABFs/eHswaM1QOu4/s400/SAM_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967280802729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our dinner group was so fun.  I am pretty sure that I wish we could meet up once a week with this group.  We laughed pretty hard every night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMBiOb7OI/AAAAAAAABFk/4Wn2JD_oSnc/s1600/SAM_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMBiOb7OI/AAAAAAAABFk/4Wn2JD_oSnc/s400/SAM_0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967276780154082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here we are...eating...AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my gosh.  Have you ever been on a cruise?  It is pretty much an eating marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure that I had at least 30 ice cream cones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, I am NOT proud of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMAhz29VI/AAAAAAAABFU/Ad1WBm2HZMY/s1600/SAM_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMAhz29VI/AAAAAAAABFU/Ad1WBm2HZMY/s400/SAM_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967259488810322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun being out on the ocean.  And, it was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMAYN46PI/AAAAAAAABFM/LxaLR4PzybQ/s1600/SAM_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWMAYN46PI/AAAAAAAABFM/LxaLR4PzybQ/s400/SAM_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967256913635570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLg3vcBVI/AAAAAAAABFE/7gW_dFv9HWM/s1600/SAM_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLg3vcBVI/AAAAAAAABFE/7gW_dFv9HWM/s400/SAM_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513966715620033874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLgjQybyI/AAAAAAAABE8/WXEU9_fvLew/s1600/SAM_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLgjQybyI/AAAAAAAABE8/WXEU9_fvLew/s400/SAM_0517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513966710122770210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLfwZcPLI/AAAAAAAABE0/uBWTn2GA3t4/s1600/SAM_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLfwZcPLI/AAAAAAAABE0/uBWTn2GA3t4/s400/SAM_0516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513966696468855986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Formal Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind was obviously raging this night.  Chase's hair is proof of that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLfvIokZI/AAAAAAAABEs/ygCyQyrpfCI/s1600/SAM_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLfvIokZI/AAAAAAAABEs/ygCyQyrpfCI/s400/SAM_0514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513966696129925522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sure that all of our photos are us eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to now do a week long cleanse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLfG_6P2I/AAAAAAAABEk/d0EOKOfZiiw/s1600/SAM_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWLfG_6P2I/AAAAAAAABEk/d0EOKOfZiiw/s400/SAM_0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513966685355917154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so wonderful to just be me and Chase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never get to do that!  And, it was so nice to just take care of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually am packing a huge bag with diapers, snacks, a change of clothes for two people, two sippy cups, a bottle, toys, and anything else you can imagine.  I was wonderful to wake up only 20 minutes before we wanted to get off the ship and change, brush my teeth, and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, it was so nice to come home.  We missed our little boys so much.  Being away made us realize how much we really do love our life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This trip did not disappoint.  However, I will be on a very strict diet for like 6 months to undo the damage done in these 8 days. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3834195900167629824?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3834195900167629824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3834195900167629824' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3834195900167629824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3834195900167629824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/09/cruisin.html' title='cruisin'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TIWNr19Kx_I/AAAAAAAABGU/8IqoFVPmM4g/s72-c/020+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7362336802151048563</id><published>2010-08-27T09:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:39:31.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangaroo Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kangaroo Zoo is one of those places that really, really does it for Jax and Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't been, you really should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that both of my kids are old enough to play now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes it so much more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXqHxIe-I/AAAAAAAABEc/dz0dT9aBhRw/s1600/SAM_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXqHxIe-I/AAAAAAAABEc/dz0dT9aBhRw/s400/SAM_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510109787750693858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXHHWxQiI/AAAAAAAABEU/m0OcKIQ_NxM/s1600/SAM_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXHHWxQiI/AAAAAAAABEU/m0OcKIQ_NxM/s400/SAM_0462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510109186344698402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor little Ben's black eye.  Jax dropped a picture frame right on Ben's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXGLBn2NI/AAAAAAAABEM/4bwBt74RB6Y/s1600/SAM_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXGLBn2NI/AAAAAAAABEM/4bwBt74RB6Y/s400/SAM_0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510109170149873874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXF8UaUeI/AAAAAAAABEE/zT7c9BlTQzk/s1600/SAM_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXF8UaUeI/AAAAAAAABEE/zT7c9BlTQzk/s400/SAM_0480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510109166202147298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We accidentally brought two pairs of Jax's socks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, however, looked kinda cute in his huge tube socks! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXFd5K5ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/NH4GciECKE0/s1600/SAM_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXFd5K5ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/NH4GciECKE0/s400/SAM_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510109158034826642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase is a pretty cute dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXE1RRdPI/AAAAAAAABD0/4mqFd0wvZcU/s1600/SAM_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXE1RRdPI/AAAAAAAABD0/4mqFd0wvZcU/s400/SAM_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510109147130066162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is so wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; captures Ben's train of thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He thinks he is so old and coordinated because he watches Jax do everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little 13 month old thinks he is pretty old!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVy0vMufI/AAAAAAAABDs/o_bt5OlP74Q/s1600/SAM_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVy0vMufI/AAAAAAAABDs/o_bt5OlP74Q/s400/SAM_0459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107738237876722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this slide really is pretty big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll admit that I even went down a few times and liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax LOVES it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He gets so excited as he is climbing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, when he goes down his face looks terrified!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, he gets off an sprints over to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVydQMbQI/AAAAAAAABDk/2sK3Q1JIuiQ/s1600/SAM_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVydQMbQI/AAAAAAAABDk/2sK3Q1JIuiQ/s400/SAM_0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107731933818114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said, Ben doesn't know he isn't old.  So, he tries everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVxVsL4hI/AAAAAAAABDc/aIIibQJ0gSo/s1600/SAM_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVxVsL4hI/AAAAAAAABDc/aIIibQJ0gSo/s400/SAM_0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107712723870226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An action shot of Chase and Ben going down the big slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben wasn't totally sure about this slide. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it starts to get too cold to go outside you better believe we will be frequenting this place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVw3iplqI/AAAAAAAABDU/olpVdbNQ7VE/s1600/SAM_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfVw3iplqI/AAAAAAAABDU/olpVdbNQ7VE/s400/SAM_0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107704630810274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7362336802151048563?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7362336802151048563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7362336802151048563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7362336802151048563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7362336802151048563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/08/kangaroo-zoo.html' title='Kangaroo Zoo'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/THfXqHxIe-I/AAAAAAAABEc/dz0dT9aBhRw/s72-c/SAM_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-3985942215286028539</id><published>2010-08-18T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:49:43.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't judge me, but I am about to tell you about something amazing that I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just might be bragging a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, if you understand that I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blessed with a single artistic bone in my body, you will see how amazing this truely is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been needing some new pillows for my family room couches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I decided that I was going to make some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, MAKE them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am no sewer.  At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this is quite the accomplishment!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TGyabD7hk2I/AAAAAAAABDM/nN7qncvJMoc/s1600/SAM_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TGyabD7hk2I/AAAAAAAABDM/nN7qncvJMoc/s400/SAM_0491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506946234069390178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it is pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The black and white pillows are just an easy envelope pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flower pillows, however, took a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TGyaauILYlI/AAAAAAAABDE/VN3m38CjlhU/s1600/SAM_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TGyaauILYlI/AAAAAAAABDE/VN3m38CjlhU/s400/SAM_0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506946228216881746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, even a non sewer would say this pillow is pretty dang easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you should make one for your house, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could be TWINERS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just visit the tutorial from &lt;a href="http://www.vanessachristenson.com/2010/05/guest-blogger-tutorial-allison-of-cluck.html"&gt;Cluck. Cluck. Sew.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me know how it goes!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3985942215286028539?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3985942215286028539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3985942215286028539' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3985942215286028539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3985942215286028539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sewing-adventure.html' title='Sewing Adventure'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TGyabD7hk2I/AAAAAAAABDM/nN7qncvJMoc/s72-c/SAM_0491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7641841649648747937</id><published>2010-08-06T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:17:28.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, I am so sad that this little man has left back to his San Deigo home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and I guess I am sad about his mom leaving too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx43lMUyNI/AAAAAAAABC0/wTNrM76t-SU/s1600/SAM_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx43lMUyNI/AAAAAAAABC0/wTNrM76t-SU/s400/SAM_0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405741011847378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie was here for almost 3 WEEKS, and now that she is gone we don't know what to do with ourselves.  Katie and I took our boys to the Thanksgiving Point Farm.  Jax enjoyed him some cow mooing, Ben enjoyed the carriage ride, Zac enjoyed his first ice cream cone and Katie and I ...sweat to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx43Fr9h3I/AAAAAAAABCs/zOrqbt1-Ago/s1600/SAM_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx43Fr9h3I/AAAAAAAABCs/zOrqbt1-Ago/s400/SAM_0422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405732554606450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so maybe Zac wasn't the only one who enjoyed the ice cream cones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DId you know that if you are under three the Soda Fountain will give you a free ice cream cone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, they are little kiddie cones and if you are like Jax, you need a second.  Seconds cost 25 cents.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx42rSgt9I/AAAAAAAABCk/RoOk9eTcE3I/s1600/SAM_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx42rSgt9I/AAAAAAAABCk/RoOk9eTcE3I/s400/SAM_0420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405725468538834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This carriage ride was surprisingly a hit for my kids.  I thought for sure Jax would be trying to pull the horses mane and attempting to jump out of the moving vehicle, but I was dead wrong.  Ben REALLY enjoyed himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx42HzT1DI/AAAAAAAABCc/h8Qm_R4BK3s/s1600/SAM_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx42HzT1DI/AAAAAAAABCc/h8Qm_R4BK3s/s400/SAM_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405715942429746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax's first horse ride!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was feeling brave and put Jax on the horse.  He really liked it!  He did, of course, try to pull the horse's mane here, but other than that he just might be a cowboy deep down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx41qRWpEI/AAAAAAAABCU/k1oThBotp3k/s1600/SAM_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx41qRWpEI/AAAAAAAABCU/k1oThBotp3k/s400/SAM_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405708015379522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, this is my child running through a horse run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4WEI2DlI/AAAAAAAABCM/2sE-4tZb2YI/s1600/SAM_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4WEI2DlI/AAAAAAAABCM/2sE-4tZb2YI/s400/SAM_0412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405165203197522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, my babes, and the cow...moooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4VgkGXnI/AAAAAAAABCE/PN7o-xrc9qo/s1600/SAM_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4VgkGXnI/AAAAAAAABCE/PN7o-xrc9qo/s400/SAM_0409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405155653836402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie and little Zac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They need to move back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zac and Ben became best friends while he was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4VKah_rI/AAAAAAAABB8/b2oBhfe8ET4/s1600/SAM_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4VKah_rI/AAAAAAAABB8/b2oBhfe8ET4/s400/SAM_0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405149708123826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Ben, did I mention he is walking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to squish him all day long!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister, Amber, told me that she has no idea how Ben has enough muscle tone to walk since he is sooooo squishy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4UrgwRoI/AAAAAAAABB0/hGKkHA4d9Kk/s1600/SAM_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4UrgwRoI/AAAAAAAABB0/hGKkHA4d9Kk/s400/SAM_0407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405141412726402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4URNa1dI/AAAAAAAABBs/oVbFq4SvAdE/s1600/SAM_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx4URNa1dI/AAAAAAAABBs/oVbFq4SvAdE/s400/SAM_0406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405134352307666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo of Jax riding the cow is so perfect for him right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is really, and I mean really, into animal sounds right now.  Particularly the cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He will be babbling off some conversation to himself and every so often he throws in, "A cow...moooo."  I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I highly recommend the Thanksgiving Point Farm.  Sure Jax desperately tried to climb into the pig pen, but it was still wonderful.  It is perfect for him.  Horses to ride, cows to moo at, and ice cream cones to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, also loved it.  He, too, is into animal sounds.  He prefers the dog...woo woo.  Every animal we would pass Ben would yell, "A DOG!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7641841649648747937?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7641841649648747937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7641841649648747937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7641841649648747937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7641841649648747937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanksgiving-point-farm.html' title='Thanksgiving Point Farm'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TFx43lMUyNI/AAAAAAAABC0/wTNrM76t-SU/s72-c/SAM_0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7623071789921893830</id><published>2010-07-29T21:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:33:48.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Veil Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been begging Chase to walk up to Bridal Veil Falls forever.  Seriously.  Every time we are like, "What should we do today?"  I always answer with, "Let's walk up to Bridal Veil Falls."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After suggesting it like 9 million times, Chase finally caved!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, on the 24th of July, we loaded our kids in the car for some Pioneer Day fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs206.snc4/38640_417981319573_842409573_4408166_8132833_n.jpg" width="536" height="720" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute are these buds?  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course Jax has a stick in hand.  He is really serious about gathering sticks these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs128.ash2/39760_417981264573_842409573_4408164_4085387_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two little cuties were not about to touch the ice cold water.  I tried to put Jax's feet in and he immediately walked away.  And Ben isn't much of a water fan.  But, it was a great path to gather sticks on so, Jax thought it was a success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs118.ash2/39224_417981284573_842409573_4408165_5700611_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture makes me so happy.  I love to see Jax playing with Chase.  I think it is the cutest thing.  Chase had to make sure Jax didn't fall into the raging river while he was digging through the wilderness collecting sticks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7623071789921893830?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7623071789921893830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7623071789921893830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7623071789921893830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7623071789921893830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/07/bridal-veil-falls.html' title='Bridal Veil Falls'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2526504978806665969</id><published>2010-07-27T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:36:30.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blogging has really been quite slow this month.  And, even though my last post was telling you all how bored I have been :), turns out we have actually done quite a bit of fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 4th of July was quite the par-tay.  We started off our morning at the Hidden Oaks Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little cutie pretty much sums up the fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs096.ash2/38162_417137004573_842409573_4391662_7058330_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs176.snc4/38162_417136999573_842409573_4391661_535729_n.jpg" width="720" height="540" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not afraid to admit that I sorta love my boys to be in matching outfits.  I think it is seriously cute.  I don't do it every day.  Just sometimes.  There is no way Chase would let me get away with it on a daily basis.  But, when a holiday rolls around you better believe they are twinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs096.ash2/38162_417136994573_842409573_4391660_3294370_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sure did love us some parade watching.  And, Jax is fighting taking a picture...like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, on to the next event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister, Katie, and her little baby Zac are here visiting.  They are staying for a whopping 3 weeks - well almost.  We have been trying to do as much as we can with them since we only see them like 2 or 3 times a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs102.ash2/38429_417139684573_842409573_4391702_5259578_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many days have been spent in my parents yard where all the cousins can play and we can try to get as much time in with Katie as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs174.snc4/38025_417137239573_842409573_4391673_2887222_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are 5 grandSONS.  Not a girl to speak of.  (That's okay though because all the rest of my kids are going to be girls. :))  We tried desperately to get a picture of all five of them on the tramp.  This is the best we could do! ha ha  Even with Chey trying to hold some of them down we still had escapees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39171_417139764573_842409573_4391707_5033717_n.jpg" width="720" height="540" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two have become best buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs221.snc4/38397_417137164573_842409573_4391669_3472612_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On July 8th Chase and I celebrated our 4th anniversary!  Holy smokes!!  I seriously can't believe that.  I am one lucky girl.  I kinda really love this guy!  This is us on our night out.  We had such a fun time.  I LITERALLY jump for joy when we leave for a date with no kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've also spent quite a few summer days at Chase's parents' house swimming.  Jax is basically a fish and Ben is quickly learning to love the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs202.snc4/38422_417137104573_842409573_4391665_1581891_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are all the boys (minus Tigh) hanging out at the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top: Beau, Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom:  Chase, Paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs126.ash2/39650_417137099573_842409573_4391664_7683212_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs102.ash2/38422_417137094573_842409573_4391663_5544429_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This day at the pool was so funny!!  The pool cover got a little wrip in it and as the pool was filling up it flooded through the wrip.  We were all planning on swimming, and the flood put a bit of a damper on our plans.  Jax, however, decided that he was just going to play on top of the cover anyway.  And, after seeing how much fun Jax was having, my father-in-law decided to join him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have also been having some fun in my oldest sister, Amber's, backyard.  We set up a few blow-up pools, a slip-n-slide, and the party is started!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs237.snc4/39171_417139769573_842409573_4391708_7828526_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it is pretty safe to say that Jax is enjoying himslef.&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs198.snc4/38234_417141804573_842409573_4391718_1563700_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, Ben likes it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6937431900832985669-2526504978806665969?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6501524699888670846</id><published>2010-07-22T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:11:04.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>being a mom...</title><content type='html'>I am a mom.  All day and all night long.  I really do love it.  I have wanted to be a mom ever since I could remember.  I think a lot of little girls dream of the day when they get to aspire to be a mom.  Oh, that blessed day.  I played house for hours and hours and hours.  Honestly, I might have played for a little too long.  My bestest childhood friend, Brooke, and I had made-up full blown families along with husbands who went to work all day and babies to take care of.  Now I am here.  But, this time it is real.  And, I am struggling just a bit...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I had Jax I had to go back to work for about 6 weeks to finish out the school year.  I thought my life was over.  I seriously couldn't imagine how I would make it through the day without my little baby.  I just knew that he was going to remember me leaving him and hate me forever.  After my second year teaching, I quit and was officially a full-time mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful that Chase works hard enough to make it possible for me to stay home and take care of our kids.  I love that I get to see them grow and watch all the funny, cute, sweet things they do.  BUT, I am kinda starting to feel strange about my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, most days we don't have  a single thing that we have to do.  Those days are nice every now and again, but every day?  It can get old.  And boring.  I try to do something fun with these two little boys of mine every day, but I must say I am feeling bored.  I am kind of feeling like I, Goldie,  am ceasing to exist and being 'a mom' is taking over.  It is a really strange feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it is sometimes nice, I feel strange about the fact that I could go the entire day without showering and changing out of my pajamas and no one would ever know.  And, it wouldn't really matter because we don't have anywhere to go anyway.  And, to make it worse my 2 1/2 year old, Jax, isn't the easiest to take places.  Better put, he is the hardest to take anywhere.  He is a wild man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this post is not just a big complaint.  Really.  Things for me aren't that bad.  Just getting a little boring and redundant.  So, I need some help.  This may sound ridiculous, but what do you do all day with your kids? :)  I am going to write down a list of things that we do fairly often to share a few of my ideas, but that means in return you share yours - activities that are free and places to go that cost money are both welcome.  I am getting desperate!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go the the splash park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go on a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go the my parents'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to my sister's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let Jax run through the isles of Target (I'm sure the employee's love this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jump on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walk around the mall (both my kids love the stroller) and play at the mall play place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, yeah...can't think of anything else.  Maybe that is why I am getting so bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/6937431900832985669-6501524699888670846?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6501524699888670846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6501524699888670846' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6501524699888670846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6501524699888670846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-mom.html' title='being a mom...'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8271181914649497432</id><published>2010-07-14T16:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:32:14.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>accessory sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mark your calendars and clear your schedules because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;THIS SATURDAY (july 17th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am having an accessory sale hosted in highland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am selling handmade necklaces, headbands, hair/clothing clips and pins, bracelets, children's accessories, and clothing - all under $20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You really need to come.  Everything is new so, if you came to my last sale no need to fear.  There is a brand new collection to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sale location info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;saturday, july 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11am - 1pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10239 Hidden Oak Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Highland, UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(this is not my residence for all you scary blog lookers trying to locate me:)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you aren't interested in buying anything you are still invited to come, hangout, and have a treat!!&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/6937431900832985669-8271181914649497432?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8271181914649497432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8271181914649497432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8271181914649497432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8271181914649497432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/07/accessory-sale.html' title='accessory sale'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7915558181639532655</id><published>2010-07-13T16:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:49:48.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent this last weekend up in Park City for Tigh's (my brother-in-law) birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so nice to get away sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although the night was M.I.S.E.R.A.B.L.E due to my two babies who refused to sleep like normal human beings, we had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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_5492774935261128946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEGvQLrwUUw/TDpBs59oqPI/AAAAAAAAB78/wrbxQS2MzUk/s320/P7100369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pool was by far the highlight for Jax and Ben.  We pretty much just hungout in the hot tub because it was so amazing.  It was the hugest thing ever.&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_5492781458595633842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEGvQLrwUUw/TDpHonRx2rI/AAAAAAAAB8E/zXT3oBL-C34/s320/P7100375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this picture my cute little niece (whom I LOVE) is only pretending to want to get in.  She is such a girly girl, and I love it.  She is so cautious and freaked to get in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax, on the other hand, is a fish.  If he could move into the pool, I'm pretty sure he would.....as long as we could figure out a way to get Mickey Mouse playing in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492772153731088786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEGvQLrwUUw/TDo_K_9MgZI/AAAAAAAAB7U/tO48n3DCTvM/s320/P7100364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, I love this little girl.  I think she and Jax look like they could be twins.  She is just 3 months older than him.  I would take her in a heartbeat!&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_5492851555378840018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEGvQLrwUUw/TDqHYyJOwdI/AAAAAAAAB-c/b9u_oiyde0M/s320/P7100417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we put Jax and Ben to sleep, the fun began.  We all got in costume, don't you worry, and had a murder mystery dinner.  I'm pretty sure that Paul and Beau think they are really their actual characters...really.&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_5492840535038917010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEGvQLrwUUw/TDp9XULceZI/AAAAAAAAB9U/f6ww_r5l1g0/s320/P7100412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't mess around when discussing clues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492834981345473346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEGvQLrwUUw/TDp4UDDvs0I/AAAAAAAAB80/Lk98fgpzono/s320/P7100420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is the whole group.  Watch out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7915558181639532655?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7915558181639532655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7915558181639532655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7915558181639532655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7915558181639532655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-getaway.html' title='weekend getaway'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_vEGvQLrwUUw/TDpBs59oqPI/AAAAAAAAB78/wrbxQS2MzUk/s72-c/P7100369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8473465857394256122</id><published>2010-06-29T10:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:25:23.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week we went down to Mt. Pleasant to celebrate Chase's Grandma Gunderson's 91st birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the sweetest lady alive.  Ever since Chase and I started dating, he made it clear that this lady had a special place in his heart.  He loves her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCodZ5QyDmI/AAAAAAAABBc/1hP2QTbmvfc/s1600/SAM_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCodZ5QyDmI/AAAAAAAABBc/1hP2QTbmvfc/s400/SAM_0253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488231426609516130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is also so beautiful.  When she was younger she looked like a movie star.  No exaggeration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our kids had such a fun time playing outside in the yard and on the swings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Gunderson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8473465857394256122?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8473465857394256122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8473465857394256122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8473465857394256122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8473465857394256122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCodZ5QyDmI/AAAAAAAABBc/1hP2QTbmvfc/s72-c/SAM_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-4451452123424881767</id><published>2010-06-28T09:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:06:17.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Celebrations started bright and early for little Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase and I both just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to have our picture taken with the birthday boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGUjgKmmI/AAAAAAAABBE/Z5FvHZ291Hw/s1600/SAM_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGUjgKmmI/AAAAAAAABBE/Z5FvHZ291Hw/s400/SAM_0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487854202380786274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGUI3Sg0I/AAAAAAAABA8/3S14FyJ9ZsM/s1600/SAM_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGUI3Sg0I/AAAAAAAABA8/3S14FyJ9ZsM/s400/SAM_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487854195230016322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were up early getting ready because Ben had a bright and early doctor's appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What mom makes the birthday boy get shots?!  Terrible, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, he is a healthy birthday boy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight 23 lbs (75th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height 32 inches (90th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGTpHSX9I/AAAAAAAABA0/17fSJrJi9Ic/s1600/SAM_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGTpHSX9I/AAAAAAAABA0/17fSJrJi9Ic/s400/SAM_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487854186707181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these three boys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGSyuJNFI/AAAAAAAABAs/zNcP6pu73UI/s1600/SAM_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGSyuJNFI/AAAAAAAABAs/zNcP6pu73UI/s400/SAM_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487854172106208338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben really enjoyed his new toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So did Jax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time they started fighting over toys.  It is actually kind of funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After they both try to grab it, Jax will just pick it up and walk away while Ben melts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so sad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFnQ68vlI/AAAAAAAABAc/Gy094q3X4hA/s1600/SAM_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFnQ68vlI/AAAAAAAABAc/Gy094q3X4hA/s400/SAM_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487853424298737234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the day celebrating with nannie, Amber, Roen, Milo and Chey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone enjoyed the pizza party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFmztvP4I/AAAAAAAABAU/-6LC6n453tw/s1600/SAM_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFmztvP4I/AAAAAAAABAU/-6LC6n453tw/s400/SAM_0225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487853416458698626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How amazing is this picture of Jax and Milo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFmVL28kI/AAAAAAAABAM/kq6zYK3er0A/s1600/SAM_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFmVL28kI/AAAAAAAABAM/kq6zYK3er0A/s400/SAM_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487853408263533122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday boy himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These toypedos were a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFl_lcmnI/AAAAAAAABAE/KByA3y1_P0w/s1600/SAM_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFl_lcmnI/AAAAAAAABAE/KByA3y1_P0w/s400/SAM_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487853402465278578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that night we went swimming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had seen super cute pictures of cupcakes baked in ice cream cones and wanted to try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine turned out to be the ugliest things ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFlUWxHEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/VPPQ94CEZJE/s1600/SAM_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjFlUWxHEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/VPPQ94CEZJE/s400/SAM_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487853390860983362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This toy has caused the most 'fighting' between Jax and Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They both want to play with it and do not want the other touching it while they are playing with it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hope you had a fun birthday Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, love, love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-4451452123424881767?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/4451452123424881767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=4451452123424881767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/4451452123424881767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/4451452123424881767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-celebrations.html' title='birthday celebrations'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCjGUjgKmmI/AAAAAAAABBE/Z5FvHZ291Hw/s72-c/SAM_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-822732497487714871</id><published>2010-06-25T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:06:42.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today this baby is ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRUSCaLtI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zePXjfTF5D0/s1600/SAM_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRUSCaLtI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zePXjfTF5D0/s400/SAM_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486529286181105362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is the happiest baby in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe that a whole year has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waaaay too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, my love for this little boy has grown every.single.day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Ben was born, I was nervous that I wasn't going to love his as much as I loved Jax. How could I?  I already had a baby who owned my heart.  I was nervous that Jax would always hold a special place in my heart because he was my first baby.  And, Jax does have a special place in my heart.  But, just as true is the special place Ben holds in my heart.  It is amazing how much you learn that you can love once you become a mom.  I now know that there was no reason for me to worry about having enough love to share with Jax and Ben.  My love grew instantly the second I saw him.  He is so happy.  He is precious.  I love him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's take a little trip back in time over the last year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRGh58btI/AAAAAAAAA_s/q_GgpsAU1Yw/s1600/SAM_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRGh58btI/AAAAAAAAA_s/q_GgpsAU1Yw/s400/SAM_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486529049922399954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming.  Oh how he hates these water wings!  But, they are forced on him.  It makes me sane at the pool.  But, one thing he does love is his ba ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRGDDETQI/AAAAAAAAA_k/k2dto4vb4UE/s1600/CIMG1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRGDDETQI/AAAAAAAAA_k/k2dto4vb4UE/s400/CIMG1452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486529041639165186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2009!  Having two little boys so close in age hasn't been easy. :)  But, I am so so happy that they are both here and so close in age.  If I knew how wonderful it would be for them, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would have even planned it this way. :) I am happy for them to always have a friend.  They are best buds.  Ben adores Jax and wants to play with him all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRFb4K6ZI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pBCjjuy0Qsk/s1600/CIMG1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRFb4K6ZI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pBCjjuy0Qsk/s400/CIMG1227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486529031124478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think since Jax was only 16 months old and not old enough to really know better, he didn't have a hard time having a new baby in the house at all.  He just acted like it was normal.  It was like Ben belonged here, and he knew it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQREl57u2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/lurG_BsRWRk/s1600/CIMG1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQREl57u2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/lurG_BsRWRk/s400/CIMG1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486529016636357474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bringing this little man home from the hospital was pretty crazy.  Jax was staying at his grandma's, and I was a little scared to pick Jax up and have two babies to take home.  The first two months were for sure the hardest.  I felt guilty the entire two months.  I felt like I had two babies who were dependent on me for everything.  I felt like no matter what I was doing someone was always getting neglected.  It was hard.  But, I love Ben as a one year old and Jax as a two year old.  It is so much easier to play with them both at the same time and not feel like someone is being neglected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQREGGCqDI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wFZeZjmhYHM/s1600/CIMG0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQREGGCqDI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wFZeZjmhYHM/s400/CIMG0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486529008097208370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His entrance into this scary world.  This is literally seconds after he took his first breath.  He is still covered in that weird creamy stuff, whatever it is.  But, this is a special moment for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  This is the first time we looked into each other's eyes.  This is the moment that my life changed for a second time.  This is the moment I fell in love with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my birthday boy, how I love you.  I haven't cried yet.  But, that doesn't mean I will make it through the whole day with dry eyes.  I am so sad you aren't my tiny, little baby anymore.  But, I am so happy that you are my big boy who I can play and interact with.  Every single age I say, "Oh, this is the BEST!"  And, right now I can honestly say, "Oh, this is the BEST!"  Heavenly Father has made it clear to me that you were sent to our family for a special reason.  I know that our family needs you.  I know that Jax needs you.  I am so grateful that although we weren't planning on you coming to our family quite so soon, that Heavenly Father knew better.  He was right.  In retrospect I know this.  I know how important it is for you and your brother to be so close.  You have helped my testimony to grow by teaching me how much Heavenly Father knows what life has in store for us, and how He knows what we are going to need down the road.  I feel like you were a little angel sent to our family.   We love you so much baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Well, I just started to cry. Forget that no crying business.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love this little birthday man!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the things my little one year old Benny does:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-walks in downward dog on any surface that isn't soft on the knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-crawls to the bathroom when I say, "Do you want to get in the tub?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-l.o.v.e.s yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-smiles on command for a photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-is totally social.  he wants everyone to be his bud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-is OBSESSED with his mom.  literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-thinks everyone's name is da da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-says, "hi da." when Chase walks in the door from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-waves "bye, bye" like a champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-knows when you are eating candy and demands that you share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-follows Jax around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-does the funniest squinched nose smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-walks along things (but hasn't quite dared to walk on his own yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-flails his arms with excitement when I say, "Let's go outside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-822732497487714871?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/822732497487714871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=822732497487714871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/822732497487714871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/822732497487714871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-boy.html' title='birthday boy'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCQRUSCaLtI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zePXjfTF5D0/s72-c/SAM_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-1480408830772413109</id><published>2010-06-22T17:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:12:07.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>big day just around the corner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week Ben turns ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How in the world has a whole year passed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCFCVXJBrGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/y8xZdTWc1ZQ/s1600/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCFCVXJBrGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/y8xZdTWc1ZQ/s400/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485738755870534754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I am sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although his birthday isn't until Friday, I need to start thinking about it early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That way, I will be a little more prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember rocking Jax in the rocking chair the night before his first birthday totally bawling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I have a feeling those tears just might be repeating themselves on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what it is, but the first birthday is sad to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 'baby' days are coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little toddler (which is so so cute) is coming out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little Benny is almost one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, yes, I am sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-1480408830772413109?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1480408830772413109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1480408830772413109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1480408830772413109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1480408830772413109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-day-just-around-corner.html' title='big day just around the corner...'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TCFCVXJBrGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/y8xZdTWc1ZQ/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-2102372700891498515</id><published>2010-06-19T09:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:49:38.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to the best dad (and husband) ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzrEXxVaII/AAAAAAAAA-U/h3W5-CYFJF8/s1600/DSCN0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzrEXxVaII/AAAAAAAAA-U/h3W5-CYFJF8/s400/DSCN0885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484516906563364994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the best snuggler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzrDoSBI9I/AAAAAAAAA-M/sYPyLa1WYEc/s1600/CIMG1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzrDoSBI9I/AAAAAAAAA-M/sYPyLa1WYEc/s400/CIMG1439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484516893815546834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzrComCVaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/AzQzncKNC_o/s1600/CIMG1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzrComCVaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/AzQzncKNC_o/s400/CIMG1300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484516876719642018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpQhUl76I/AAAAAAAAA98/noT4svGT_uE/s1600/SAM_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpQhUl76I/AAAAAAAAA98/noT4svGT_uE/s400/SAM_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514916262342562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the funnest friend these two boys have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, you are my favorite friend too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpP_3UZSI/AAAAAAAAA90/avvXKt0gfRQ/s1600/SAM_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpP_3UZSI/AAAAAAAAA90/avvXKt0gfRQ/s400/SAM_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514907281188130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpOgAamZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/oUGEefTi_Ns/s1600/CIMG1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpOgAamZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/oUGEefTi_Ns/s400/CIMG1280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514881549539730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your arms are the most comfortable and comforting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpOE8hWqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/cihMFKuTfkc/s1600/CIMG1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzpOE8hWqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/cihMFKuTfkc/s400/CIMG1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514874285447842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with you is what these two boys would choose to do over anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzob-77kJI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8WtEDma9IrA/s1600/CIMG1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzob-77kJI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8WtEDma9IrA/s400/CIMG1040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514013678899346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzobb8fbOI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NRbXVZjmrKA/s1600/CIMG0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzobb8fbOI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NRbXVZjmrKA/s400/CIMG0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514004286008546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are such a proud daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzoa5DmDfI/AAAAAAAAA9E/fryDRzAmprk/s1600/CIMG0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzoa5DmDfI/AAAAAAAAA9E/fryDRzAmprk/s400/CIMG0973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484513994920562162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzoaVoMrPI/AAAAAAAAA88/NJVLTjvdyRw/s1600/CIMG1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzoaVoMrPI/AAAAAAAAA88/NJVLTjvdyRw/s400/CIMG1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484513985410411762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the best dad in the world!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Father's Day babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2102372700891498515?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2102372700891498515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2102372700891498515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2102372700891498515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2102372700891498515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzrEXxVaII/AAAAAAAAA-U/h3W5-CYFJF8/s72-c/DSCN0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-1088662211967621118</id><published>2010-06-19T09:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:52:51.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnie Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We spent last night at the Strawberry Days Carnival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It did not disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Jax thought he was in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;and Chase and I just laughed the whole time watching how excited Jax was&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBznQao8PeI/AAAAAAAAA80/a1gPC8H40LE/s1600/SAM_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBznQao8PeI/AAAAAAAAA80/a1gPC8H40LE/s400/SAM_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484512715445386722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben thought watching these two come around on the ride was the coolest thing e.v.e.r.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He laughed and frantically waved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzk4GTvKfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/mGRipptBChY/s1600/SAM_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzk4GTvKfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/mGRipptBChY/s400/SAM_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484510098647624178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben had a great time...if he was being held and not sitting in the stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shocker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzks82ZeBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/KB5WYaK0vxg/s1600/SAM_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzks82ZeBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/KB5WYaK0vxg/s400/SAM_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484509907130087442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although Ben wasn't quite big enough for the giant slide, he sure did enjoy watching other people go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he would spot Chase and Jax on a ride he was SO excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzksXR_A5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/WdtyF6-5XWo/s1600/SAM_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzksXR_A5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/WdtyF6-5XWo/s400/SAM_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484509897045246866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was one of the three rides Jax would go on.  If it wasn't something he was totally strapped in he would climb out before the ride started.  We had to exit a few rides before they even started.  But, once it started he thought it was pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzkrqxa9DI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7Cqh3DZFZN0/s1600/SAM_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzkrqxa9DI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7Cqh3DZFZN0/s400/SAM_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484509885097505842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is the cutest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzkq1UaQKI/AAAAAAAAA8M/4naMR3FPNeY/s1600/SAM_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzkq1UaQKI/AAAAAAAAA8M/4naMR3FPNeY/s400/SAM_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484509870748745890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what a family photo looks like when you have two baby boys 16 months apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben: "This is lame."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Fake a smile until holding these kids with a vice grip is over!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax: "Get me down!!!  I can see the slide!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase: "So ridiculous that we keep trying to take a picture with the whole family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzkp8Hj0RI/AAAAAAAAA8E/294yqqUrxhE/s1600/SAM_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBzkp8Hj0RI/AAAAAAAAA8E/294yqqUrxhE/s400/SAM_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484509855394025746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax and I on the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was his FAVORITE!!  He seriously giggled the whole way down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did, however, have the hardest time ever waiting in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His patience is pretty much non-existent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sure did love us some carnie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-1088662211967621118?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1088662211967621118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1088662211967621118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1088662211967621118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1088662211967621118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/carnie-time.html' title='Carnie Time'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBznQao8PeI/AAAAAAAAA80/a1gPC8H40LE/s72-c/SAM_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-4493441856588037003</id><published>2010-06-17T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:20:44.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ETSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally have an Etsy shop.  So, if you are just DYING (which I know you are) to wear some of my accessories, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New items will be listed often.  Keep checking back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/flowerbombdesigns"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;flower.bomb.designs Etsy Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-4493441856588037003?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/4493441856588037003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=4493441856588037003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/4493441856588037003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/4493441856588037003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/etsy.html' title='ETSY'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-8675473313620993255</id><published>2010-06-14T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:52:52.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grandma's House We Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spend some serious time hanging out at Grandma's - either my parent's house or Chase's parents.  For some reason everything is just more fun over there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBajiKx29aI/AAAAAAAAA78/X7lY83R9ptI/s1600/SAM_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBajiKx29aI/AAAAAAAAA78/X7lY83R9ptI/s400/SAM_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482749403774514594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, Me, Jax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this picture really IS NOT a good documentation of what was going on.  We were watching Goofy Movie and Ben seriously only cried for the 5 seconds we took a picture.  He really was having a good time.  I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBajhp2bn5I/AAAAAAAAA70/y99oi9QOzEI/s1600/SAM_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBajhp2bn5I/AAAAAAAAA70/y99oi9QOzEI/s400/SAM_0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482749394935324562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax and his beautiful cousin Char.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two are buds.  Jax hasn't quite perfected the art of actually playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; another kid, but once he does these two are going to be besties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBajhOESrqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wGwE3ECWBKo/s1600/SAM_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBajhOESrqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wGwE3ECWBKo/s400/SAM_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482749387477266082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are at my parent's house.  Jax is just enjoying himself an ice cream cone.  Ben is probably just on the other side of the camera with a creamie in hand.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not an exaggeration that I owe my mom and dad some SERIOUS money for the amount of groceries these two little boys of mine eat at their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything really is more fun at Grandma and Grandpa's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8675473313620993255?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8675473313620993255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8675473313620993255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8675473313620993255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8675473313620993255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-grandmas-house-we-go.html' title='To Grandma&apos;s House We Go'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBajiKx29aI/AAAAAAAAA78/X7lY83R9ptI/s72-c/SAM_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-6654723664016209284</id><published>2010-06-13T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:28:16.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was my sweet mom's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBWgn7Rb8hI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KT6-CI-o6Kk/s1600/SAM_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBWgn7Rb8hI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KT6-CI-o6Kk/s400/SAM_0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482464729179615762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when I was little there was one thing I wanted to be (other than an MLB umpire), and that was EXACTLY like my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a child, I was referred to as a "mother lover".  Ever since I can remember the one person who was dearest to me was my mom.  I honestly can't think of a single bad thing about her.  I remember how devastated I was when I was little and she and my dad would go out of town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is caring.  She is thoughtful.  She is BEYOND selfless.  She never (and I mean NEVER) says a bad thing about anyone.  She is obedient.  She is loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the greatest.  Perfect in every way.  She is my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the perfect example of how to be a good mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, she is the best grandma ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you had a good day mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-6654723664016209284?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/6654723664016209284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=6654723664016209284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6654723664016209284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/6654723664016209284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='happy birthday mom'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBWgn7Rb8hI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KT6-CI-o6Kk/s72-c/SAM_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7894828883564257858</id><published>2010-06-11T21:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:01:58.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I gave both of my boys a summer buzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they are probably the most handsome boys in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBMFj_JJ_xI/AAAAAAAAA7c/5e2LyUdDcG0/s1600/SAM_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBMFj_JJ_xI/AAAAAAAAA7c/5e2LyUdDcG0/s400/SAM_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481731287243423506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax isn't one for posing for pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, his new lizard, Blue, was occupying him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, he is still the cutest thing ever (even if he did cry through his whole buzz).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBMFiYbigZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/clBURu-mcCI/s1600/SAM_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBMFiYbigZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/clBURu-mcCI/s400/SAM_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481731259671675282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, on the other hand, is a little too excited for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How could you not want to snuggle him and rub his head with his new buzz??!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these two more than I ever thought possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7894828883564257858?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7894828883564257858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7894828883564257858' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7894828883564257858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7894828883564257858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-buzz.html' title='The Summer Buzz'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TBMFj_JJ_xI/AAAAAAAAA7c/5e2LyUdDcG0/s72-c/SAM_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-4162564712788932355</id><published>2010-06-11T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:25:40.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are a school teacher when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You notice yourself laying in bed thinking about ADVERBS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.  It is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After laying there for a little while I caught myself thinking about none other than adverbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking of the best way to explain to a 6th grader what an adverb is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worst part about this whole thing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been teaching school for 2 years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/W7wnT8iiR8w/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I came to a pretty sad conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is time I get some more interesting things going on in my life to occupy my thoughts!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-4162564712788932355?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/4162564712788932355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=4162564712788932355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/4162564712788932355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/4162564712788932355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-you-are-school-teacher-when.html' title='You know you are a school teacher when...'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-1075945607104532657</id><published>2010-06-04T14:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:47:54.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been having quite the week full of summer activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys are in heaven playing outside.  Chase had the day off today, and we went to the splash park.  This place is always going off!!  Luckily, I got to see a few friends while I was there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took Jax a good 20 minutes to warm up to touching the freezing cold water.  So, until then he and Chase were climbing on the cement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlku3Z9YkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5bDQ_6jVXWU/s1600/SAM_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlku3Z9YkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5bDQ_6jVXWU/s400/SAM_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479021177982509634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkuUE6mjI/AAAAAAAAA68/OBoaIGjsPKg/s1600/SAM_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkuUE6mjI/AAAAAAAAA68/OBoaIGjsPKg/s400/SAM_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479021168499006002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you think for one minute that Ben is too little to be going to the splash park.  Sure he was pretty much begging for a nap the whole time we were there, but he definitely made his appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkt2p1jjI/AAAAAAAAA60/YNtNdowJjv0/s1600/SAM_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkt2p1jjI/AAAAAAAAA60/YNtNdowJjv0/s400/SAM_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479021160600800818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want everyone to know that, yes, I did buy Jax &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watersocks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am aware that they are hideous.  However, running around at this splash park Jax has had some serious falls due to slipping.  So, there you go.  I am the mother of a watersocks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(But, he does look a little bit cute in them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkLBoLxpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xr_Q8vtBw-I/s1600/SAM_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkLBoLxpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xr_Q8vtBw-I/s400/SAM_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479020562251237010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are a few things that must go to any outing with us.  Diapers, bottles,  snacks, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MUSTARD PRETZELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  They really are pretty dang good.  Jax usually has to have a few in his hands at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkKm_Pg7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/VQDJBE6e7X4/s1600/SAM_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkKm_Pg7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/VQDJBE6e7X4/s400/SAM_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479020555100193714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax is really excited to take this picture with me.  He is not much of a picture poser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkKOakRdI/AAAAAAAAA6c/023lCiBSLFE/s1600/SAM_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkKOakRdI/AAAAAAAAA6c/023lCiBSLFE/s400/SAM_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479020548503913938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't nothin' like some family fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkJfNATKI/AAAAAAAAA6U/y_gTLSoYqxs/s1600/SAM_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlkJfNATKI/AAAAAAAAA6U/y_gTLSoYqxs/s400/SAM_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479020535830564002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-1075945607104532657?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1075945607104532657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1075945607104532657' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1075945607104532657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1075945607104532657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-fun-day-2.html' title='Summer Fun Day 2'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/TAlku3Z9YkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5bDQ_6jVXWU/s72-c/SAM_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-1709629163171162156</id><published>2010-06-03T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:56:21.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Summer Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are a lot of firsts that I love.  But, I have to admit the first swim of the summer tops A LOT of the others.  Today we went to the pool for the first time this summer, and it did not disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs532.snc3/30210_399816929573_842409573_3975063_5758915_n.jpg" width="720" height="540" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously there is nothing like getting ready for the pool and eating a frozen gogurt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs552.snc3/30210_399816989573_842409573_3975068_7214263_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lovely little lady, Holland, and her mom and dad (Heather and Steve) joined us.  Par-tay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30210_399817004573_842409573_3975071_304854_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture pretty much is Jax's day in a nutshell.  Last year the pool was pretty fun with him.  This year, he is in love.  He was jumping, well more like scooting, off the edge of the big pool and going in.  He loved every second of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs552.snc3/30210_399816974573_842409573_3975066_7277828_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two brothers are the best of friends.  I keep telling them that every day so that it gets ingrained in their minds. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs552.snc3/30210_399816994573_842409573_3975069_6833301_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wondering, do you think Ben enjoyed himself at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs552.snc3/30210_399816969573_842409573_3975065_5306440_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those legs are amazing.  They are just asking to be squished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs532.snc3/30210_399816954573_842409573_3975064_736263_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little boy had the best day he's had all year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a fun day!!  But, when Ben started nodding off while sitting in the kiddie pool I figured it was time to go home for naps.  I am so happy swimming season is here!!&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/6937431900832985669-1709629163171162156?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/1709629163171162156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=1709629163171162156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1709629163171162156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1709629163171162156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-summer-swim.html' title='First Summer Swim'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-2040401328528886731</id><published>2010-06-03T00:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:05:17.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is finally here, and I know two little boys who are really excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs552.snc3/30210_399584529573_842409573_3969698_7175379_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, this little guy is amazing.  Let's not even talk about how old he is and how he turns one this month.  That topic just might make me start to cry.  Instead, let's focus on how happy I am that it is warm outside and he is in shorts to show off his amazing thighs and short sleeve shirts to show off his squishy arms.  Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs552.snc3/30210_399584824573_842409573_3969700_128328_n.jpg" width="540" height="720" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax now believes life is complete.  This little man has to go outside to play every single day.  He is such a boy.  He doesn't walk around outside.  No, he RUNS.  He always finds something to climb on, swing on, or jump off.  I love this wild man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for me, I couldn't be happier about this weather.  I think that being a mom gets about six million times more fun in the summer.  I am so excited for all the fun things Jax, Ben, and I are going to do in the next few months!!  Bring on the Banana Boat!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2040401328528886731?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2040401328528886731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2040401328528886731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2040401328528886731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2040401328528886731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time.html' title='SUMMER TIME!!!'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-2438684553911103796</id><published>2010-05-29T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:04:32.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did I Get Here?</title><content type='html'>For about the last week or so I feel like I have been having an out of body experience.  I look at my life, where I am, and what I am doing and can't believe I am where I am.  How did it happen?  And, how did it happen so fast?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Chase and I went to a movie at the same theatre that we went to on one of our very first dates.  As we sat in the movie and he held my hand and rubbed my arm, I couldn't help but think that it felt the exact same as one of our very first dates that was almost 5 years ago.  FIVE YEARS AGO?  I can't believe that.  How in the world has this much time passed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, if you would have asked me ten years ago what I would be doing when I was 25, I am doing exactly what I imagined and planned on doing.  I would be married, have kids, and be a mom.  I have planned on doing exactly what I am doing for as long as I can remember.  But, I just can't believe it is here.  I felt like I spent so many years planning on getting married and having a family and once it actually happened, time just began to FLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days every time I load my two kids into the car, cook macaroni, spend my time cleaning up blocks, or make bottles I just can't believe that I have two kids.  I am a mom.  Sure, I came to terms with the fact that I was a mom over two years ago.  But, now I am like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;.  I spend my days cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, playing with magformers, driving miniature cars, and going to the park.  I don't know why, but lately I just am baffled by this.  I can't believe I am already here.  I can't believe that I am already at this stage of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about ELEVEN years ago when I started high school how I felt so old with so many plans.  Looking back, although that seems like a total different lifetime it feels like yesterday.  I look at myself now and can't believe that was eleven years ago.  Oh my gosh!  Eleven years flys.  I seriously can't even think about it going the other way.  Jax will be a teenager, and Ben will be passing the sacrament!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not quite sure where this is going, but this is all I have been able to think about for some reason.  Perhaps it is my prompting to enjoy my phase of life because it will be over soon.  I really just can't believe I am already here.  I am already in the phase of life of having my own family that continues to grow.  I am already an adult with my own responsibilities.  How did I get here?  How did Chase and I get here so fast?  Tonight when we were at the movie, it felt like just last weekend we were on our second date, and I was just praying he'd get up the guts to hold my hand or kiss me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is an interesting thing.  Sometimes it feels like it couldn't move any faster and other times you want it to move faster.  But, I guess in all this jibberish of thought I am grateful for where I am and know that no matter if you are in sunny times or stormy times, you can't wish time away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-2438684553911103796?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/2438684553911103796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=2438684553911103796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2438684553911103796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/2438684553911103796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-did-i-get-here.html' title='How Did I Get Here?'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7851079925621561519</id><published>2010-05-27T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:42:09.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm kind of excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am not going to lie.  I am kind of excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;flower.bomb.designs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (my accessories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; can now be found at Sexy Modest Boutique in American Fork, UT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Go check it out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; font-family:arial;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://studio3300.com/sexymodest/index.php/?SID=9qb45qc5f8nu9t9aafmnv6kid1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(30, 126, 200); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://studio3300.com/sexymodest/skin/frontend/default/default/images/logo.gif" alt="Sexy Modest Boutique" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6937431900832985669-7851079925621561519?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7851079925621561519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7851079925621561519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7851079925621561519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7851079925621561519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-kind-of-excited.html' title='I&apos;m kind of excited...'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-7375184106848390659</id><published>2010-05-21T08:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T08:18:56.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a night in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it is so wonderful to just stay at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love nights where Chase and I have nothing we need to do and can just play with our two cute, little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29060_394957239573_842409573_3851031_2914230_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy LOVES and I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the tub.  My favorite thing to do is to say, "Ben, do you want to go get in the tub?"  He looks at me and crawls as fast as he can to my bathroom door and just sits and waits in front of it.  Then, when I turn on the water to the tub he starts to dance.  So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29060_394957259573_842409573_3851033_7773981_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't he look cute all nice and clean?  He is the happiest baby on the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29060_394957274573_842409573_3851035_2769405_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for this little guy, he is getting so old!  I kind of hate it.  If you look in the bottom right corner of this picture you will see Jax's newest love - magformers.  Jax has an obsession with magnets.  Oh man.  If you have any in your house, he will find them.  The other day my mom stopped by and gave Jax this new toy.  He carries these things around with him.  The cutest part is he tries to find all the things the magnets will stick to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs309.snc3/29060_394957214573_842409573_3851030_2969654_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is the most amazing thing I have ever seen.  This is obviously right as Ben got out of the tub.  That bum!!!  So cute.  As you can tell by his face, he is totally proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs309.snc3/29060_394957159573_842409573_3851025_8059426_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how wonderful it is to have a night at home and just snuggle?  These two are buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs329.snc3/29060_394957149573_842409573_3851023_3344298_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're buds too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs309.snc3/29060_394957144573_842409573_3851022_338210_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture!  It is so cute that my two little boys are having so much fun with their daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29060_394957139573_842409573_3851021_8282314_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't nothin' like hanging out in your Mickey Mouse pajama pants.  The only thing that could have made this night any better for Jax would to have Mickey himself join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29060_394957119573_842409573_3851019_3023252_n.jpg" width="720" height="540" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave Ben a cookie, and this is his reaction as the frosting touched his lips. MMMM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda like my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-7375184106848390659?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/7375184106848390659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=7375184106848390659' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7375184106848390659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/7375184106848390659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-in.html' title='a night in'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-1622953738840712576</id><published>2010-05-18T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:56:52.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>flower.bomb.designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started a blog with all my handmade accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously &lt;/span&gt;technically challenged because it is kind of (totally) amateur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/1622953738840712576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/05/flowerbombdesigns.html' title='flower.bomb.designs'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6937431900832985669.post-3567904412647861478</id><published>2010-05-17T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:30:05.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrested Development Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was my brother-in-law Paul's 25th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all dressed up as characters from the TV series Arrested Development.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29060_394402144573_842409573_3839152_2932889_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye (as Lindsey) and the birthday boy Paul (as Tabias)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul looked a little too much like Tibias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29060_394402214573_842409573_3839160_2507195_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beau (as Buster) and Chase (as Gob) preparing for their magic show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This magic show made the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A.M.A.Z.I.N.G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs329.snc3/29060_394402194573_842409573_3839159_5333859_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul (as Tabias) was seriously straight off the set of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs329.snc3/29060_394402169573_842409573_3839155_6412627_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Tabias!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs309.snc3/29060_394402159573_842409573_3839154_6293620_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole "Blooth" clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jana at the top (as Lucielle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L to R: Beau (as Buster), Paul (as Tabias), Kent (as George Sr.), Skye (as Lindsey), Chase (as Gob), Goldie (as Mr. F), Drew (as George Michael)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29060_394402149573_842409573_3839153_1829489_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beau (as Buster) getting ready to go off to war and my adorable little niece Char.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs309.snc3/29060_394402099573_842409573_3839147_505356_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a cute couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye (Lindsey) and Paul (Tabias)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye made an amazing ice cream cake.  I kept staring at it hoping some of the oreo crust would sink into my bloodstream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29060_394402134573_842409573_3839151_3710503_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kent (as George Sr.) and Jana (as Lucielle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course Lucielle has her wine glass in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29060_394402129573_842409573_3839150_5143686_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drew (as George Michael)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is totally more muscular than George Michael in his muscle suit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29060_394402119573_842409573_3839149_5799069_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beau (as Buster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He made his hook!  Gotta love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. Hi Ben!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs309.snc3/29060_394402109573_842409573_3839148_7289457_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase (as Gob) and me (as Mr. F)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, we are quite the duo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the par-tay!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-3567904412647861478?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/3567904412647861478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=3567904412647861478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3567904412647861478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/3567904412647861478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/05/arrested-development-party.html' title='Arrested Development Party'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8103030458142823146</id><published>2010-05-09T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:10:45.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Brother Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax and Ben are best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben laughs his head off when Jax plays with him.  It is the cutest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax pats Ben on the head when he passes by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RNfsRwFI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cDOb5WfA-z8/s1600/DSCN0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RNfsRwFI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cDOb5WfA-z8/s400/DSCN0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466825921217544274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Ben climbing in for a snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're hungry, you're hungry!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94REypJboI/AAAAAAAAA5k/g0if7eLMpxE/s1600/DSCN0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94REypJboI/AAAAAAAAA5k/g0if7eLMpxE/s400/DSCN0994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466825771685867138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bath time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of a freaky picture, but they are still amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94REs7vn3I/AAAAAAAAA5c/3J3DcNIqJYI/s1600/DSCN0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94REs7vn3I/AAAAAAAAA5c/3J3DcNIqJYI/s400/DSCN0992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466825770153254770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept telling Jax to look at me and smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, he looked up and gave me this courtesy smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RECbzMZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/P9wzu1e2VlU/s1600/DSCN0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RECbzMZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/P9wzu1e2VlU/s400/DSCN0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466825758744981906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, on the other hand, was flashing this grin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RD0BfE3I/AAAAAAAAA5M/49wTOg4YiEk/s1600/DSCN0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RD0BfE3I/AAAAAAAAA5M/49wTOg4YiEk/s400/DSCN0989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466825754876515186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben is obsessed with feeding himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RDS8pEFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/-ImJbScnyO8/s1600/DSCN0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RDS8pEFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/-ImJbScnyO8/s400/DSCN0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466825745997828178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't nothing better than peas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8103030458142823146?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/feeds/8103030458142823146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937431900832985669&amp;postID=8103030458142823146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8103030458142823146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937431900832985669/posts/default/8103030458142823146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-brother-buds.html' title='Best Brother Buds'/><author><name>goldie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226633931714456364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94RNfsRwFI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cDOb5WfA-z8/s72-c/DSCN0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937431900832985669.post-8061612763656672830</id><published>2010-05-07T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:13:55.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although Chase graduated in December, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; that he walk.  Graduating from college is a big deal, as far as I am concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase graduated from UVU from the Woodbury School of Business with a degree in Business Management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QMvbQHYI/AAAAAAAAA48/xan3DYXWVKk/s1600/DSCN1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QMvbQHYI/AAAAAAAAA48/xan3DYXWVKk/s400/DSCN1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466824808749604226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only is graduating from college a big deal, doing it while supporting a wife and two kids is pretty impressive!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ben. me. chase. jax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QHt8cYPI/AAAAAAAAA40/y4qAvDnMysQ/s1600/DSCN1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QHt8cYPI/AAAAAAAAA40/y4qAvDnMysQ/s400/DSCN1023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466824722452603122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase and his mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Chase's dad's arms look a little strange it is because under that sweater BOTH arms are casted.  He broke an elbow in one and a wrist in the other falling into their 12 feet deep EMPTY pool!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(My parents were there too, but not quite sure where that picture disappeared to.  Sorry mom and dad.  We are glad  you came!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QHYSA1_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Sy7hmBE1W5Q/s1600/DSCN1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QHYSA1_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Sy7hmBE1W5Q/s400/DSCN1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466824716637493234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh....aren't I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QG8EWnRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/cVoY3AJhVxc/s1600/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QG8EWnRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/cVoY3AJhVxc/s400/DSCN1021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466824709064006930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase and Grandpa and Grandma Carlson - who drove all the way up from Price to support him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QGVrbqoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/sJrjhVrnslY/s1600/DSCN1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QGVrbqoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/sJrjhVrnslY/s400/DSCN1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466824698758933122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my little Benny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QGDhNb5I/AAAAAAAAA4U/5o4GP9BHRJ0/s1600/DSCN1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94QGDhNb5I/AAAAAAAAA4U/5o4GP9BHRJ0/s400/DSCN1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466824693884219282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase and Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase's graduation was much more fun because he graduated with Johnny Christensen, Steve Farnsworth, and Austin and Andrea Ingrosol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PPJOWHfI/AAAAAAAAA4M/kt9NUmPFx2o/s1600/DSCN1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PPJOWHfI/AAAAAAAAA4M/kt9NUmPFx2o/s400/DSCN1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466823750522904050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase shaking the hand of the dean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pretty proud at this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94POunW3SI/AAAAAAAAA4E/WLNFv1Gqc6Q/s1600/DSCN1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94POunW3SI/AAAAAAAAA4E/WLNFv1Gqc6Q/s400/DSCN1013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466823743380053282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So proud I took 2!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PODo55dI/AAAAAAAAA38/xWvETas4Cmg/s1600/DSCN1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PODo55dI/AAAAAAAAA38/xWvETas4Cmg/s400/DSCN1007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466823731843818962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;andrea. austin. chase. johnny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PNv4qa8I/AAAAAAAAA30/NrJeT_BdP4E/s1600/DSCN1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PNv4qa8I/AAAAAAAAA30/NrJeT_BdP4E/s400/DSCN1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466823726541204418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax playing on the bleachers.  By the time the graduation was over I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; sweating from chasing this little man up and down the bleachers.  Wow.  Not the most enjoyable thing I have ever done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs552.snc3/30193_1369732137326_1652421311_881953_6268699_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30193_1369732017323_1652421311_881951_8204552_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30193_1369731937321_1652421311_881950_7834539_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs552.snc3/30193_1369731817318_1652421311_881947_7367717_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PNa7JbPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/dEriRAhoRjw/s1600/DSCN1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXUZBWmEgQ/S94PNa7JbPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/dEriRAhoRjw/s400/DSCN1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466823720914480370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there they are - the Woodbury Business School class of 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way to go babe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937431900832985669-8061612763656672830?l=chaseandgoldie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 
