<?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-7321573358681066274</id><updated>2012-01-22T19:32:34.021-08:00</updated><category term='Pierson'/><title type='text'>Adams Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7076676517545964008</id><published>2012-01-17T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:35:18.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JonEh2O1BY/TxW_RptEcEI/AAAAAAAACRo/cKuNhny9biY/s1600/Carly%2527s%2B27%2BBIrthday.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/-1JonEh2O1BY/TxW_RptEcEI/AAAAAAAACRo/cKuNhny9biY/s400/Carly%2527s%2B27%2BBIrthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698671213480800322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great new year so far. We haven't done anything too exciting but we did have my birthday yesterday and it was wonderful. Lindsi came in town on Friday night, we went to Simply FOndue on Saturday with Russ, Katie, Kari, and Rob (sans kids). Yesterday Michael had the day off of work and he kept the kids so I could go out to lunch with Lindsi and Katie. Then we dropped Lindsi off at the airport and later went to Lucille's BBQ for dinner with Rob and Kari. It was delicious... here is the only picture we (Kari) took on my birthday. THANKS everybody it was a great 27th birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7076676517545964008?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7076676517545964008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7076676517545964008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7076676517545964008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7076676517545964008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-1JonEh2O1BY/TxW_RptEcEI/AAAAAAAACRo/cKuNhny9biY/s72-c/Carly%2527s%2B27%2BBIrthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7169384874420847950</id><published>2011-09-16T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:16:41.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hail?</title><content type='html'>That was the common phrase around here last Saturday morning :)&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up it was like any other day. Michael left to pick up some furniture in LA and the kids went out to play. Then we heard a ton of scary thunder. We went over to the neighbors to talk about how crazy the thunder was. Then all of the sudden it started hailing... out of nowhere. I jumped into their house with the kids. I realized I needed to get this on camera so I ran back to my house and got pelted by the hail. Which didn't hurt, just wanted to sound dramatic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYK8Oj-D-gY/TnKVucEQ-UI/AAAAAAAACRI/jXj5Fo11-ek/s1600/AugSept2011%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYK8Oj-D-gY/TnKVucEQ-UI/AAAAAAAACRI/jXj5Fo11-ek/s400/AugSept2011%2B053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652745107343997250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hail was at least marble-grape sized. It covered the ground in white then the rain started to pour. The video is the transitions from hail to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72bc2ff8510e2115" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72bc2ff8510e2115%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013439%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BE5301E6EAA942F9FDDEAC685A7BD1BF41D5CBF.503EF91AFCFAD184CD989CD08D83EC10EFE17307%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72bc2ff8510e2115%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEK10zG9JncZdlfi3MmeFvngvcLQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72bc2ff8510e2115%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013439%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BE5301E6EAA942F9FDDEAC685A7BD1BF41D5CBF.503EF91AFCFAD184CD989CD08D83EC10EFE17307%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72bc2ff8510e2115%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEK10zG9JncZdlfi3MmeFvngvcLQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have never seen anything like this... even in all my Alabama years. It was so crazy! When Michael got back it was sunny and most of the hail was melted... like it had never happened. I am glad that i got video so that he could see it but he was sad he missed it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note there was an earthquake centered in Newport Beach two night ago. I think it was a 3.6. So crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7169384874420847950?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7169384874420847950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7169384874420847950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7169384874420847950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7169384874420847950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-hail.html' title='What the Hail?'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-YYK8Oj-D-gY/TnKVucEQ-UI/AAAAAAAACRI/jXj5Fo11-ek/s72-c/AugSept2011%2B053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7578174971343355196</id><published>2011-09-14T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:29:11.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens...</title><content type='html'>When you clean your house by 9am.&lt;br /&gt;When you try and study your scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;When your kids are surprisingly quiet and getting along.&lt;br /&gt;When you have a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOOfN0L_zd4/TnE-gKzjaRI/AAAAAAAACRA/keZzdz29Hqw/s1600/AugSept2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOOfN0L_zd4/TnE-gKzjaRI/AAAAAAAACRA/keZzdz29Hqw/s400/AugSept2011%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652367729704003858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Yk55VAZwU/TnE-JHQH65I/AAAAAAAACQw/IatnwD-DGiI/s1600/AugSept2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Yk55VAZwU/TnE-JHQH65I/AAAAAAAACQw/IatnwD-DGiI/s400/AugSept2011%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652367333613104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSjpAoR1FTA/TnE-IhqDa2I/AAAAAAAACQo/o2frgY_xPRM/s1600/AugSept2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSjpAoR1FTA/TnE-IhqDa2I/AAAAAAAACQo/o2frgY_xPRM/s400/AugSept2011%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652367323521313634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish you could see all the swiffer wet jet fluid all over my floor... and my 50lb bag of flour. Thank you son.  He also ripped open that box of Lucky Charms and the bag. His sister would have never done that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tried to get a picture of the thread that was laced throughout my living room but you couldn't see it. You couldn't walk with out getting tangled in yards and yards of all my thread. Thank you sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can't be on top of it all.... even when you thought you were doing a darn good job of it.&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/7321573358681066274-7578174971343355196?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7578174971343355196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7578174971343355196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7578174971343355196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7578174971343355196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-WOOfN0L_zd4/TnE-gKzjaRI/AAAAAAAACRA/keZzdz29Hqw/s72-c/AugSept2011%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4007149818331557816</id><published>2011-06-19T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:56:58.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Grateful for Dads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8yp6HPo0G8/Tf7m5ASTqQI/AAAAAAAACQM/9j83N9T-4xc/s1600/IMG_5894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620183252008675586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8yp6HPo0G8/Tf7m5ASTqQI/AAAAAAAACQM/9j83N9T-4xc/s400/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend for Father's Day, Michael and some friends decided to go hike Zions. They were gone for 48 hours and drove 16 of them, but Mike said it was totally worth it. I was glad that he had fun but even more glad that he was home. There is not a face I like seeing more than my husband's. He is definitely the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is so kind and patient with me and the kids. I am so grateful that he has such a strong testimony of the Gospel and shares that with our children. I am grateful that he likes to play with them whether it be babies, princesses, wrestling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1a_HJUEBNNQ/Tf7lrX-Pv0I/AAAAAAAACP8/fb01c6ZXGGs/s1600/February2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620181918337187650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1a_HJUEBNNQ/Tf7lrX-Pv0I/AAAAAAAACP8/fb01c6ZXGGs/s400/February2011%2B027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for Michael's dad. Not only for raising the best guy ever, but  for how wonderful, loving, kind, and understanding he is. I have always felt very loved and accepted in Michael's family and my father-in-law plays a huge role in that. He's  the one that made us realize that we needed to get married. He really is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMiAA-vJ9PQ/Tf7lrDXzYWI/AAAAAAAACP0/jem4iCmVLOk/s1600/April2011%2B731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620181912807235938" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMiAA-vJ9PQ/Tf7lrDXzYWI/AAAAAAAACP0/jem4iCmVLOk/s400/April2011%2B731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am grateful for my dad. He has always been so fun, loving, and supportive my whole life. He is a pretty chill guy which is quite a task when living with 9 girls. He has always been more than willing to do things with me like school projects, looking into prosthetics, urging me to do the Paralympics, and getting me a job with HOme Depot under the OJOP program. He has really blessed my life in so many ways and I think he is the absolute best dad. I love him a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures of my grandpas but I am so grateful for them in my life as well. They have always been a source of wisdom, kindness, and love. They raised two wonderful parents that I have been blessed with. They  have always supported me and been there for me in times I needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also grateful for my Father in Heaven who has blessed my life each day in countless ways. I know that He loves me and is there for me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/lds.org"&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/7321573358681066274-4007149818331557816?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4007149818331557816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4007149818331557816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4007149818331557816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4007149818331557816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-grateful-for-dads.html' title='I am Grateful for Dads'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-E8yp6HPo0G8/Tf7m5ASTqQI/AAAAAAAACQM/9j83N9T-4xc/s72-c/IMG_5894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1877305893948885398</id><published>2011-06-13T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:35:49.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And since I am back I feel like I should be rewarded &lt;a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris"&gt;this trip &lt;/a&gt;to Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least some one I know. Go and enter! If you win and need someone to go with you, just give me a call :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-1877305893948885398?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1877305893948885398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1877305893948885398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1877305893948885398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1877305893948885398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-since-i-am-back-i-feel-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7892668719849961939</id><published>2011-06-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:39:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Old Friend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p9l2WoEqA1s/TfbrtrPbvZI/AAAAAAAACPs/S6OyBUCQ9fw/s1600/June2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936755125370258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p9l2WoEqA1s/TfbrtrPbvZI/AAAAAAAACPs/S6OyBUCQ9fw/s400/June2011%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember me? I won't be surprised if you don't since I haven't been around the last FOUR months. I've been trying to come around more often but for some reason never made it. But  I am going to try and be better. Maybe I'll come around weekly.... maybe. I do have a lot to tell though. In 4 months a LOT has happened: family visiting, Utah trip, friends visiting, cruise with no kids, and so much more. Do you remember this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kf66S1QkyJA/TfbrtYEWD6I/AAAAAAAACPk/CG521SR1CRA/s1600/June2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936749978587042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kf66S1QkyJA/TfbrtYEWD6I/AAAAAAAACPk/CG521SR1CRA/s400/June2011%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's 28 now. That is getting old. Though he seems to stay young by playing tennis weekly, surfing on Saturday, camping (with Pierce even), and hanging out with the 12-13 year old boys in our ward. He's even built some furniture for our home, but I'll show you pictures later. One thing that keeps us busy is this little lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTJav22GWsU/TfbrtBT9J3I/AAAAAAAACPc/igY0xjFhcK8/s1600/June2011%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936743870048114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTJav22GWsU/TfbrtBT9J3I/AAAAAAAACPc/igY0xjFhcK8/s400/June2011%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she can talk for 30 minutes without missing a beat. She is a very persistent question asker. She is a very smart joy schooler. She can write letters so well. She loves to write out our family member's names (unless I ask her to, of course). She even wrote out Happy BIrthday once.... and that is a big phrase when you are a little girl. She has learned to swim on her own. She is my 2nd in command and helps with a lot of things. She likes all things Cinderella, princess, pink and Dora. She loves being a Sunbeam in Primary. She loves to learn songs and sing them like princesses and robots. She loves the beach and Disneyland. But most of all she loves her pink baby Lucy, the real baby Lucy (pictures to come), her dad and mom, and her buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kdDLXrqlTg/Tfbrs_Ehh9I/AAAAAAAACPU/nawq2gZ1Vwk/s1600/June2011%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936743268452306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kdDLXrqlTg/Tfbrs_Ehh9I/AAAAAAAACPU/nawq2gZ1Vwk/s400/June2011%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, this guy. I mean how could you not love this little boy. Even when he tries to attack you for doing what your mom says (or what you think your mom should have said).  He is our crazy boy. In an hour today he had 3 major falls. I am glad that he is still alive. He likes to climb, swing, slide, and throw just about anything. He likes to find germs where ever he can and eat them. Like today at the pool when he was sucking up water off the pool deck. Ick. He likes to give you a hug and when he does he says in his little man voice "hug". That's how he says sorry too. He has become very polite but has shortend all polite words to "welcome." He can fold his arms during a prayer... about twice a week :) if you're sad he'll rub your back. If you're tired he'll wake you up at 6am, just to make sure you don't sleep in and miss anything. Because of his early rising he  has come to love Dora (I'll do anything to sleep til 7). He will sing "dora, dora, dora" just like the song. Probably not a thing to brag about but it is so darn cute. He will also sing like princess Ariel. He will share with his sister if she asks nicely. He peed on the toilet today... after a little dribble on the floor (don't worry we're still months away). He goes to sleep with his nigh-nigh (blanket), quack quack (duck), and paci. Oh how he loves his paci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is just a small update. I do have a lot more to come. Hopefully I will remember that this isn't as painful and time consuming as I remember it being. It does feel good to be back. Talk to you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7892668719849961939?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7892668719849961939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7892668719849961939&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7892668719849961939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7892668719849961939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-old-friend.html' title='Hi Old Friend,'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-p9l2WoEqA1s/TfbrtrPbvZI/AAAAAAAACPs/S6OyBUCQ9fw/s72-c/June2011%2B056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6320488840624188231</id><published>2011-02-12T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:35:26.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EsAORaV5uk/TVeIWHeKYoI/AAAAAAAACOA/ylCT0hUUiPk/s1600/IMG_5474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573072977438335618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EsAORaV5uk/TVeIWHeKYoI/AAAAAAAACOA/ylCT0hUUiPk/s400/IMG_5474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wear flip-flops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you know Michael then you know he can't stand things between his toes. Actually he can't stand anything between anyone's toes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you know me then you know my favorite pair of shoes is flip-flops. There is nothing better than flip-flopping it around town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I have been nervous that my kids would turn out like Michael (in the shoe wearing category). I bought flip-flops for Avery last year and she told me that they felt yucky. But she saw some at Old Navy the other day and decided that she wanted to try them. We got Pierson a pair too and they both love them. YAY for the easiest pair of shoes to put on (and for Pierson, take off).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6320488840624188231?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6320488840624188231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6320488840624188231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6320488840624188231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6320488840624188231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-kids.html' title='My kids...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-2EsAORaV5uk/TVeIWHeKYoI/AAAAAAAACOA/ylCT0hUUiPk/s72-c/IMG_5474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5307594659118789524</id><published>2011-02-12T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:26:20.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2anKu_hHrhA/TVeHBNKvCKI/AAAAAAAACNw/Xq9SINC_yj0/s1600/IMG_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573071518678583458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2anKu_hHrhA/TVeHBNKvCKI/AAAAAAAACNw/Xq9SINC_yj0/s400/IMG_5498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Anniversary to Us!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2 days ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't judge me... we forgot to take a picture all night and so we are 2 seconds away from getting in bed and I had no make-up on. Bad combo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5307594659118789524?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5307594659118789524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5307594659118789524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5307594659118789524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5307594659118789524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-o.html' title='HEY-O'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-2anKu_hHrhA/TVeHBNKvCKI/AAAAAAAACNw/Xq9SINC_yj0/s72-c/IMG_5498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6057430959673965139</id><published>2011-02-12T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:20:05.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Avery's Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avery fell in love with pretending to be Mary. Our ward holds a Creche every Christmas and displays nativities from people throughout the community. They had a children's room where the kids got to dress up and pretend to be the nativity and take pictures. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERyXJMPjuqM/TVeEAKFSpqI/AAAAAAAACNo/pZDkZmlWkmA/s1600/IMG_5169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068202135692962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERyXJMPjuqM/TVeEAKFSpqI/AAAAAAAACNo/pZDkZmlWkmA/s400/IMG_5169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery made a perfect Mary and Pierson was Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PA9LaH_sZdg/TVeD_3NQUoI/AAAAAAAACNg/Z6eB_VITFkU/s1600/IMG_5171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068197068821122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PA9LaH_sZdg/TVeD_3NQUoI/AAAAAAAACNg/Z6eB_VITFkU/s400/IMG_5171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't he make a handsome Joseph? He loved dressing up and watching everyone else dress up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3GavsEamYI/TVeD_UgEhjI/AAAAAAAACNY/K5A_igvHFek/s1600/IMG_5179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068187752498738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3GavsEamYI/TVeD_UgEhjI/AAAAAAAACNY/K5A_igvHFek/s400/IMG_5179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He made a great wiseman too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_wdXgbcU5Y/TVeD_KIZeOI/AAAAAAAACNQ/dzzazKhEHAI/s1600/IMG_5180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068184968853730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_wdXgbcU5Y/TVeD_KIZeOI/AAAAAAAACNQ/dzzazKhEHAI/s400/IMG_5180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We let Avery play in the nativity for 20 minutes or so and when we left she lost it. She did not want to take off her Mary costume. We have done many Mary and Joseph dress ups at home since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aj74H4CPq2U/TVeD-wVgCmI/AAAAAAAACNI/tbfcCFg--yE/s1600/IMG_5176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573068178044488290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aj74H4CPq2U/TVeD-wVgCmI/AAAAAAAACNI/tbfcCFg--yE/s400/IMG_5176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery is excited for next year when we get to dress up and pretend to be Mary again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6057430959673965139?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6057430959673965139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6057430959673965139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6057430959673965139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6057430959673965139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2011/02/after-averys-birthday.html' title='After Avery&apos;s Birthday...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ERyXJMPjuqM/TVeEAKFSpqI/AAAAAAAACNo/pZDkZmlWkmA/s72-c/IMG_5169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5375473752036104685</id><published>2010-12-05T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:38:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Year Old Avery</title><content type='html'>Our sweet little Avery has grown too fast. I remember holding her when she was 3 months old and talking to Lacey about Chase who was 3 then. I remember thinking that my little baby would never be that big. And here I am now with a sweet, funny, imaginitive, talkative, silly little 3 year old. Did I mention bossy and dramatic? But that comes with all 3 year old girls, right? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TSKxp3AEtLI/AAAAAAAACM0/7HUpmqkOWEM/s1600/IMG_5165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558200222825624754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TSKxp3AEtLI/AAAAAAAACM0/7HUpmqkOWEM/s400/IMG_5165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little miss Avery has such a soft spot for all things baby. In other words anything tiny. Anything. Worms, shoes, dolls, animals, toys. She loves to talk about how they need to find their "famiwees" and especially their mommies, that is if she is not their mommy, and that is a very rare occasion. I usually have to address her as mommy. If I call her Avery or Sissy I am usually corrected that she is mommy. I am usually the sister or grandma. Mike usually gets to be called Dad though him and Pierson are interchangeable. Pierson is baby if he is not daddy. And to speak to anyone you have to call them that name. I can only imagine what people think of us when we are out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO4lkBgaI/AAAAAAAACMQ/gcUpSn45s-4/s1600/November2010%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465943820632482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO4lkBgaI/AAAAAAAACMQ/gcUpSn45s-4/s400/November2010%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery has names for things. Like the pajamas above are called elephant booty jammies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever we see a bridge or there is some way to make a bridge Avery calls it the "troll fridge" (from Dora). I will try to have her say b,b,b, bridge and she will say b,b,b, fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery LOVES the color pink. Anything that is pink is 10 times better than anything not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery likes to be silly and make funny faces for us. She told us her first joke, "Guess what?" and I said what to which she replied "chicken avery" or "chicken mommy". I guess daddy taught her that one but with the real reply "chicken butt". Bad daddy. We like chicken Avery better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery LOVES to take pictures. I have been meaning to do a post with just pictures she has taken because it is fun to see the world from her perspective. Pierson is usually a main object in her pictures since he is usually trying to ge the camera from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO4dX7HFI/AAAAAAAACMI/eMNrf_58ZmM/s1600/November2010%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465941622398034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO4dX7HFI/AAAAAAAACMI/eMNrf_58ZmM/s400/November2010%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery loves her buddy, Pierson. She loves to take care of him, she loves to boss him, she loves to annoy him by touching him or pinning him down. She loves to play with him and they usually do really well together. Those first six months of having two kids and wondering if it all was going to work out really have paid off. It is so fun to see these two interact with each other. I love when they can make each other giggle. I love when they give each other kisses. It warms my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery really is a good big sister and watches out for her buddy. Not many 3 year olds are as good at it as she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery loves to sing songs. She does all different kinds of Avery remixes, where you can hear Book of Mormon stories intertwined with Itsy Bitsy Spider, Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam, Popcorn Popping, and a little freestyle. She has especially enjoyed the Christmas carols, mainly Away in a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO39dhZ5I/AAAAAAAACMA/TAiXgce37J4/s1600/November2010%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465933055944594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO39dhZ5I/AAAAAAAACMA/TAiXgce37J4/s400/November2010%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery loves to be outside and playing with her friends, especially Soso. Those two are so fun to watch and listen to as they play. They are telling each other what to say and what to do and where to go. They usually play house and Avery is usually the mom and Soso the dad. They have their good days when they play for hours without a single problem. But they also have their off days when you can hear Avery say, "your not my friend" or "don't say my name" or "leave me alone soso!" But they usually get over it pretty fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery loves to tell stories. These stories can last up to a half hour. I feel like when she tells her stories she doesn't even take a breath. If she does stop it is usually to tell you to say something or ask her a question. It's pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery has been known to have booty-crack from time to time. In the picture below I had already told her to pull up her pants and you can still see a little crack. It is pretty cute, but soon it wont be as cute so we're working on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO3ZSQVcI/AAAAAAAACL4/yURYDgiX1uI/s1600/November2010%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465923345012162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO3ZSQVcI/AAAAAAAACL4/yURYDgiX1uI/s400/November2010%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery loves to read books. We have a few books that have the pictures in place of words so the kids can help read and she loves those books and will say all the pictures and sometimes make silly faces or use a funny voice when she says them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery has been in joy school for about 8 months now. We rotate houses and a little group (started with 6, about to start again with 3) of kids get together and learn all sorts of fun stuff. At the beginning Avery wouldn't tell me too much about it once she got home, but now she is excited to show me pictures and tell me what she has learned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery can count to 14 by herself. She still skips 15 and goes to 16. But we working on it. She can identify numbers 0-10 and if you tell her 12 is a 1 and 2 she can find it for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery knows her ABCs and can identify them all and tell you their sounds. If you sound out a word she can tell you what letter that word starts with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery is getting pretty good at tracing letters and if you give her instructions on drawing a letter she can do it okay. She can write an A, V, H, S on command. Some times she will be drawing and will accidentally write a letter and then get all excited about it. That is how she learned to do Hs. She will also play with string or sticks or blocks and make letters out of those too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery can spell her name. A V E R Y. She knows her big name, but still can't spell her last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO20F4LXI/AAAAAAAACLw/KcwRlHdnz0Y/s1600/November2010%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547465913360985458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyO20F4LXI/AAAAAAAACLw/KcwRlHdnz0Y/s400/November2010%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery loves ice cream cones, especially cotton candy ice cream from Rite-Aid. They are pretty delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery has an imaginary friend named Tinkle. He is usually only a bath time friend though there have been a few instances when she will talk about/to him other places. We first learned about him when she was wrapping toys in the bathtub with washcloths and giving it to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery is a pretty good eater. She might not like everything I give her but she will eat it, especially if there is a treat incentive. I wish her brother would follow her example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery's favorite cereal is rice krispies with a handful of marshmallows added in. She doesn't really like sweet breakfast foods like pancakes or waffles. She'd rather have cereal or a piece of bread. And fruit of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery loves Cinderella. Like if I let her she would watch it over and over and over. She loves to dress up as Cinderella. She loves to talk about the naughty girls who ripped her pretty dress. She loves to talk about the fairy godmother and boppity boppity boo. She loves to talk about gus gus. She especially loves to reenact any scene from the movie. The other day she came up and told me that when I lose my shoe and they find it that i need to say "thank you, thank you so much" (as she clasped her hands and looked up). It was really stinking cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery and Pierson's carseats are interchangeable and Avery is always switching what carseast she wants to sit in. She'll be on a kick of sitting in one and then if you put P in there first she wants that carseat. That's when she gets the "too bad so sad" line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery is obsessed with her cousins. We talk about them daily. She has decided that a family that has 4 daughters in our church are her cousins. She loves cousins. Especially cousins that come visit us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery has a pink baby that she is attached to. It goes everywhere with us but also has to be in bed at night. She still has her blankie that great-Grandma Haynie gave to her that she cannot sleep without. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery does not like: to clean up, dress herself, turn the light on herself, to go to bed, to go potty before naptime, when Pierson pulls her hair, having to come inside after playing, and having to put her nose on the wall.&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/7321573358681066274-5375473752036104685?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5375473752036104685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5375473752036104685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5375473752036104685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5375473752036104685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-year-old-avery.html' title='3 Year Old Avery'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TSKxp3AEtLI/AAAAAAAACM0/7HUpmqkOWEM/s72-c/IMG_5165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-931519855670611861</id><published>2010-12-04T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:13:46.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery is 3!</title><content type='html'>Saying that Avery loved pink and princesses would be a serious understatement. So Michael and I decorated the house in pink from the living room to the bathrooms so this little girl would be excited and feel special. She couldn't keep a smile off of her face. Every new room she walked into she just giggled. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyHF--ZLfI/AAAAAAAACLo/t7eegPuL2FA/s1600/IMG_5088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457377887399410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyHF--ZLfI/AAAAAAAACLo/t7eegPuL2FA/s400/IMG_5088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to throw Avery a little party with all her neighbor friends. When asked what kind of party she of course wanted a princess party, especially a "Simbrella" party. So that is what we did! Here us Princess Avery (and L) in the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyHFi7tFPI/AAAAAAAACLg/OD-kK1yzWbE/s1600/IMG_5094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457370359928050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyHFi7tFPI/AAAAAAAACLg/OD-kK1yzWbE/s400/IMG_5094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the whole party crowd after they made their crowns. The girls got jewelry and the boys got a sword and shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyHFGYVdGI/AAAAAAAACLY/89K9fVTJO-s/s1600/IMG_5100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457362695386210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyHFGYVdGI/AAAAAAAACLY/89K9fVTJO-s/s400/IMG_5100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the babies eating their lunch. Aren't they cute! They acted like the big kids and just sat there and ate. Pierson was a serious champ at the party. He was so good it was as if he wasn't even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGZx3piDI/AAAAAAAACLQ/o6P3Uba8l-g/s1600/IMG_5110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456618455205938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGZx3piDI/AAAAAAAACLQ/o6P3Uba8l-g/s400/IMG_5110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the rest of the kids eating their lunch. They called it princess (and prince) pizza. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGZrZlP5I/AAAAAAAACLI/-BMOCiZqn1w/s1600/IMG_5115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456616718483346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGZrZlP5I/AAAAAAAACLI/-BMOCiZqn1w/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the Cinderella cake. She's got really big hips from all that cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGZGgRPvI/AAAAAAAACLA/jR7X7XD1IXQ/s1600/IMG_5092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456606814420722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGZGgRPvI/AAAAAAAACLA/jR7X7XD1IXQ/s400/IMG_5092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I kept the cake a secret from Avery and she was so excited when she saw it. It makes a mom feel good when her little girl loves something she worked hard on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGY2jyHPI/AAAAAAAACK4/879hRUiE8qw/s1600/IMG_5118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456602534190322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGY2jyHPI/AAAAAAAACK4/879hRUiE8qw/s400/IMG_5118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Avery blowing (or should I say trying to blow) out her candles. She was afraid of getting too close to them to blow them out. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGYZivr4I/AAAAAAAACKw/gcWI3AYawC4/s1600/IMG_5124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456594745208706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyGYZivr4I/AAAAAAAACKw/gcWI3AYawC4/s400/IMG_5124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one last shot of the cake before cutting it. It was kind of sad when I had to cut into it so I asked for one last picture. The kids though it was funny that they were eating Cinderella's skirt and kept giggling about eating her underwear... oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFQE9F88I/AAAAAAAACKo/PggAGsguQOg/s1600/IMG_5127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455352267994050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFQE9F88I/AAAAAAAACKo/PggAGsguQOg/s400/IMG_5127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery had so much fun opening her gifts. She is one lucky girl! Here's the party oowing and aawing over the last gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFPuD9YfI/AAAAAAAACKg/3y3vjyNLkUY/s1600/IMG_5146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455346122777074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFPuD9YfI/AAAAAAAACKg/3y3vjyNLkUY/s400/IMG_5146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Avery sporting her loot. She either got puppies or Cinderella gifts. She was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFPVMg8TI/AAAAAAAACKY/GuwpE7eLIDA/s1600/IMG_5152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455339447775538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFPVMg8TI/AAAAAAAACKY/GuwpE7eLIDA/s400/IMG_5152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery with all her presents. Thank you friends for a wonderful birthday. Avery kept quoting the line from Cinderella, "Thank you, thank you so much for everything." It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFPNHjG5I/AAAAAAAACKQ/jUpD-RR821M/s1600/IMG_5155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455337279462290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFPNHjG5I/AAAAAAAACKQ/jUpD-RR821M/s400/IMG_5155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the family after the party. Saturday really was such a great day. Avery and Pierson went down for naps easily and then were happy when they woke up. We had a yummy dinner and played around then the kids went down for bed easily again. I seriously couldn't have asked for a better day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFOx35AYI/AAAAAAAACKI/MxQxaSA8jXM/s1600/IMG_5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547455329966031234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyFOx35AYI/AAAAAAAACKI/MxQxaSA8jXM/s400/IMG_5159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlSZuXz02ms?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlSZuXz02ms?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for breakfast Avery wanted bread, with nothing on it and not cooked. Sounds exciting, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-931519855670611861?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/931519855670611861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=931519855670611861&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/931519855670611861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/931519855670611861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/12/avery-is-3.html' title='Avery is 3!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TPyHF--ZLfI/AAAAAAAACLo/t7eegPuL2FA/s72-c/IMG_5088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-698820399747209808</id><published>2010-12-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:41:46.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesin' It Up!</title><content type='html'>So I am really excited that Shutterfly is giving away 50 free Christmas cards! My friend L told me about Shutterfly's amazing offer and told me how easy it is to sign up for! I love Christmas cards and I love them even more when they are free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started using Shutterfly when Michael and I got married and did &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/thank-you-cards"&gt;personalized thank you cards&lt;/a&gt;. They turned out great and I am sure they were a lot more exciting to get then a plain card. It was fun to post pictures of our special day and share them with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made my dad a &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/home-decor/canvas-wall-art"&gt;wall art canvas&lt;/a&gt; for Father's Day one year that he loved! He put it in his office and so everyone gets to see just how adorable his grandkids are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law made all her kids' families &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;calendars&lt;/a&gt; with pictures of the grandkids through out it. It makes the calendar a lot more fun to look at on the wall and Ave always gets excited to see the new pictures of her cousins each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Shutterfly especially for the quality items that we have purchased from them. I am really excited to get our Christmas cards from them and I know they will look great! Here are a few that I am really loving right now: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/picture-joy-christmas-4x8-photo-card-4x8-photo?sortType=1&amp;amp;fa=8&amp;amp;storeNode=93476"&gt;Picture Joy Christmas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/love-scarlet-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;fa=10&amp;amp;storeNode=93496&amp;amp;fe=1&amp;amp;fc=1"&gt;Love Scarlet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/starlight-flurries-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;fa=10&amp;amp;storeNode=93496&amp;amp;fe=1&amp;amp;fc=1"&gt;Starlight Flurries&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/bliss-and-cheers-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;fa=10&amp;amp;storeNode=93496&amp;amp;fe=1&amp;amp;fc=1"&gt;Bliss and Cheers&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/christmas-2010-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;fa=10&amp;amp;storeNode=93496&amp;amp;fe=1&amp;amp;fc=1"&gt;Christmas Card&lt;/a&gt;. If you can't tell they have so many great cards and it is going to be hard to settle on one! Let me know what your opinion is! Oh and go &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;sign up&lt;/a&gt; yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-698820399747209808?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/698820399747209808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=698820399747209808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/698820399747209808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/698820399747209808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheesin-it-up.html' title='Cheesin&apos; It Up!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-5065016027643533497</id><published>2010-11-07T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:22:52.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Sunday, Nov 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNeQZ0KAgTI/AAAAAAAACKA/EwLq0O0xOAE/s1600/IMG_4993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537053040047063346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNeQZ0KAgTI/AAAAAAAACKA/EwLq0O0xOAE/s400/IMG_4993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man it is hard to believe that we are already in November of 2010. Didn't this year just start like yesterday? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to believe that Pierson is 13 months. Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 13 months Pierson:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is not shy.&lt;/strong&gt; In church on Sundays he finds older men to fill in as his Grandpas. He brings them his toys, wiggles his way onto their laps, plays with their watches, and won't come to mom until he is done. Bribes don't work. I am just glad that we have such a great ward and that these men don't mind Pierson or entertaining him. In fact they are probably just entertained by him. He is a silly little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves to give loves.&lt;/strong&gt; In church last Sunday he was kissing on two different girls. He even kissed them so much he knocked them down. He gives his mom and dad and sister lots of loves too. We don't mind all the slobber that comes with it either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has two new teeth coming in.&lt;/strong&gt; The ones to the right and left of his middle bottoms. Thats eight teeth total now.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Avery was getting her one year molars at this point.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will walk short distances on his own&lt;/strong&gt;. He has been taking steps on his own when we would make him but now he'll let go of whatever he's holding onto and walk towards whatever he wants. He has minor balance issues but it getting pretty good. I think we'll have a full fledged walker by the end of this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is very determined&lt;/strong&gt;. He will figure out how to open whatever it is that you don't want him to open. Or go where you don't want him to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrestles. &lt;/strong&gt;He and Michael like to wrestle and then Pierson will try to wrestle Mom and Avery too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeps through the night&lt;/strong&gt;. Again. Hallelujah. We moved Avery out of his room and he has done much better. He even sleeps in on some rare occasions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goes to sleep easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is a picky eater.&lt;/strong&gt; (Until he meets Grandma Great Brimhall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plays with his friends&lt;/strong&gt; and gets excited when he sees them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't like shoes or socks&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes they'll stay on for extended periods but he usually will pull them off within minutes of being on. Though he does try and put shoes on himself a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Points to things&lt;/strong&gt; and yells "daaa" and then will grunt and make noises as if he is having a conversation with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tries to do big things.&lt;/strong&gt; Like dress himself, put a diaper on himself, feed himself with silverware, put the laundry in the basket, brush his hair, and other cute things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes a lot of people smile every day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv0QMspBY6s?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv0QMspBY6s?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5065016027643533497?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5065016027643533497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5065016027643533497&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5065016027643533497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5065016027643533497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-sunday-nov-7.html' title='Today is Sunday, Nov 7'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNeQZ0KAgTI/AAAAAAAACKA/EwLq0O0xOAE/s72-c/IMG_4993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-3369453618228971120</id><published>2010-11-07T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:52:50.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a really great Halloween this year. It was super low-key... the way I like it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started the day by going to church&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePDnn0iyI/AAAAAAAACJ4/qSEKV_WSBcs/s1600/IMG_4979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051559213697826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePDnn0iyI/AAAAAAAACJ4/qSEKV_WSBcs/s400/IMG_4979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then we ate a big dinner with some of our neighbors and then went to a little Halloween get together at another neighbors house and ate lots of goodies. In between all that we ate candy, so our bellies got nice and big and full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePDd7SLVI/AAAAAAAACJw/EaJSI0DgBf0/s1600/IMG_4984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051556610977106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePDd7SLVI/AAAAAAAACJw/EaJSI0DgBf0/s400/IMG_4984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scared our trick-or-treaters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePDLOV79I/AAAAAAAACJo/2abgTJwS6p8/s1600/IMG_4987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051551590641618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePDLOV79I/AAAAAAAACJo/2abgTJwS6p8/s400/IMG_4987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we mostly just hung out together and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePCchLEgI/AAAAAAAACJg/GvAUe4e_VpE/s1600/IMG_4982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537051539053154818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePCchLEgI/AAAAAAAACJg/GvAUe4e_VpE/s400/IMG_4982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then we went to bed. It was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-3369453618228971120?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/3369453618228971120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=3369453618228971120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3369453618228971120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3369453618228971120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNePDnn0iyI/AAAAAAAACJ4/qSEKV_WSBcs/s72-c/IMG_4979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5701439826650939907</id><published>2010-11-02T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:30:13.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my main man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey you! Yes you handsome man in the RailPros shirt with brown pants on. Sitting in your office hard at work (well kind of... you are looking at this blog)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcPyiZByI/AAAAAAAACJU/Opj59VQubYA/s1600/IMG_4926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025368372152098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcPyiZByI/AAAAAAAACJU/Opj59VQubYA/s400/IMG_4926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for cleanin the kitchen after dinner (even mopping!) and vacuuming the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Those chores were on my to do list all day but I never got to them and it made me feel like this:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcPXAD5vI/AAAAAAAACJM/XSgGdPxgwvY/s1600/IMG_4922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025360980403954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcPXAD5vI/AAAAAAAACJM/XSgGdPxgwvY/s400/IMG_4922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then you came home and thanked me for dinner and told me how good it was and then cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floor, picked up the living room and vacuumed it. Husbands seriously don't get better than you. This is how you make me feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcOzkyU6I/AAAAAAAACJE/eom-3zuIsGg/s1600/IMG_4919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025351470764962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcOzkyU6I/AAAAAAAACJE/eom-3zuIsGg/s400/IMG_4919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I were there with you right now to give you this fishy-lipped kiss. I love you so very much I can't even tell you. You make me happy in every way. Just thinking about you puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcOS19UFI/AAAAAAAACI8/XKg_XVeY-sU/s1600/IMG_4921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535025342684418130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcOS19UFI/AAAAAAAACI8/XKg_XVeY-sU/s400/IMG_4921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks again babe. I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures courtesy of Avery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5701439826650939907?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5701439826650939907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5701439826650939907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5701439826650939907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5701439826650939907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/11/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TNBcPyiZByI/AAAAAAAACJU/Opj59VQubYA/s72-c/IMG_4926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4716754946137599409</id><published>2010-11-02T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:00:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Olympian</title><content type='html'>Here is Avery, our Junior Olympian, she is just so talented.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the third time she did the jump. The first time she made it she was nothing but pure excitement. She ran over to me and hugged me tight and just giggled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLIIrXh1CQw?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLIIrXh1CQw?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we watched the video after (3 times) Avery laughed at herself when she fell down. What a good sport. So maybe she won't be a junior olympian but maybe winner of America's funniest home videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4716754946137599409?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4716754946137599409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4716754946137599409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4716754946137599409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4716754946137599409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/11/junior-olympian.html' title='Junior Olympian'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-8533684501204207364</id><published>2010-11-01T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:44:05.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For FHE one night we decided to carve pumpkins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for some reason the pictures look fuzzy... boo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-uAFq8MQI/AAAAAAAACI0/RuPPf1m3wek/s1600/IMG_4931.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833783607144706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-uAFq8MQI/AAAAAAAACI0/RuPPf1m3wek/s400/IMG_4931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Pierson's first year to join in on the action and he LOVED it. You can tell by the pumpkin goo hanging out of his mouth in the picture above. Getting him to focus on me for a picture was impossible because he ws loving the pumpkin mess so much. I miraculously captured his eyes in the picture below in the quick second he looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t_2ScFTI/AAAAAAAACIs/JJ3W0Q3zxv8/s1600/IMG_4934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833779477845298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t_2ScFTI/AAAAAAAACIs/JJ3W0Q3zxv8/s400/IMG_4934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery also enjoyed carving pumpkins... but in a slightly different way. P was all about the goo and pumpkin mess and A was all about the company. She didn't really do much of the pumpkin stuff, she just sat and watched and laughed with us. We were calling the pumpkin goo 'gooby' and she giggled and giggled each time it was said. It was a little past her bed time at this point and she was super slap happy. I'll have to see if saying gooby brings out her giggles at a normal hour.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we had such a good time carving pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t_Vh3SZI/AAAAAAAACIk/VdlAvo6L3m0/s1600/IMG_4935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833770684172690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t_Vh3SZI/AAAAAAAACIk/VdlAvo6L3m0/s400/IMG_4935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike remains the master pumpkin carver of our house. He has skillz that killz mine everytime. But I do make the best pumpkin seeds (or I at least make them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t_L-pDsI/AAAAAAAACIc/owxLxkscxp8/s1600/IMG_4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833768120520386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t_L-pDsI/AAAAAAAACIc/owxLxkscxp8/s400/IMG_4936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the pumpkin I carved. It lasted one night and then the next morning the babies were all over it like white on rice. It is now in the dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t-6AWdUI/AAAAAAAACIU/Kh2jX6x3KjI/s1600/IMG_4937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534833763295851842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-t-6AWdUI/AAAAAAAACIU/Kh2jX6x3KjI/s400/IMG_4937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few videos for your viewing pleasure. They sum up our pumpkin carving pretty well. My favorite part is when I ask Avery if we are going to have fun and she says no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJVXOK_-Yg4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJVXOK_-Yg4?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e7IcP74QhY?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e7IcP74QhY?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-8533684501204207364?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/8533684501204207364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=8533684501204207364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8533684501204207364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8533684501204207364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/11/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM-uAFq8MQI/AAAAAAAACI0/RuPPf1m3wek/s72-c/IMG_4931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4219002348789356911</id><published>2010-10-31T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:23:35.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Y9NYL3JI/AAAAAAAACHk/R0GdEE4Ht4o/s1600/IMG_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534106956950396050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Y9NYL3JI/AAAAAAAACHk/R0GdEE4Ht4o/s400/IMG_4941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0YpKMJ_MI/AAAAAAAACHM/LvVZ5OS41ts/s1600/IMG_4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534106612497251522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0YpKMJ_MI/AAAAAAAACHM/LvVZ5OS41ts/s400/IMG_4946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Yo6Fr2-I/AAAAAAAACHE/YjZcnjbpTEY/s1600/IMG_4947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534106608175143906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Yo6Fr2-I/AAAAAAAACHE/YjZcnjbpTEY/s400/IMG_4947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0YoovI1tI/AAAAAAAACG8/Uj_pW7ehvHk/s1600/IMG_4949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534106603517171410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0YoovI1tI/AAAAAAAACG8/Uj_pW7ehvHk/s400/IMG_4949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0XcbAT4ZI/AAAAAAAACG0/tPocKF1N1ys/s1600/IMG_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105294161043858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0XcbAT4ZI/AAAAAAAACG0/tPocKF1N1ys/s400/IMG_4960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Xb0LSoeI/AAAAAAAACGs/ufMzhEQwyBY/s1600/IMG_4967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105283738116578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Xb0LSoeI/AAAAAAAACGs/ufMzhEQwyBY/s400/IMG_4967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Xbjvt05I/AAAAAAAACGk/APyXd6CbjMA/s1600/IMG_4969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105279327490962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Xbjvt05I/AAAAAAAACGk/APyXd6CbjMA/s400/IMG_4969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0XbRY682I/AAAAAAAACGc/xqcuWOf09hk/s1600/IMG_4976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105274400043874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0XbRY682I/AAAAAAAACGc/xqcuWOf09hk/s400/IMG_4976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0XbDujgYI/AAAAAAAACGU/wq2emR7myR8/s1600/IMG_4977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105270732685698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0XbDujgYI/AAAAAAAACGU/wq2emR7myR8/s400/IMG_4977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4219002348789356911?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4219002348789356911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4219002348789356911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4219002348789356911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4219002348789356911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TM0Y9NYL3JI/AAAAAAAACHk/R0GdEE4Ht4o/s72-c/IMG_4941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7774288405099901850</id><published>2010-10-25T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:44:02.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiller Days</title><content type='html'>So the night of October 1st &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(same day we went to Tanaka)&lt;/span&gt; we went to check out Tustin Tiller Days. It is at a school park really close to our house. I'm not one for fairs most of the time&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (they are so grimey!)&lt;/span&gt; but our friends talked us into going to see what Tiller Days was all about. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWw57tHZKI/AAAAAAAACEo/BhDOvxoMbSE/s1600/IMG_4745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532022226620474530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWw57tHZKI/AAAAAAAACEo/BhDOvxoMbSE/s400/IMG_4745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Pierson (minus a shoe) and his two besties, J and A. The babes were pretty good to just hang out in the strollers and watch all the crazy that was going on around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWw5Snp0eI/AAAAAAAACEg/_EwOsWNsdPY/s1600/IMG_4746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532022215591711202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWw5Snp0eI/AAAAAAAACEg/_EwOsWNsdPY/s400/IMG_4746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery rode this roller coaster by herself... she thought it was fun at first but on one of the turns it jerked her around in her seat and she wasn't too happy about it. But the ride went around a couple of times before stopping. She tried to be okay with it the first couple times but the third time it went around she nearly lost it. I wish I could have gotten it on tape because she was trying so hard to smile but just had sheer dread on her face. I tried to take a picture but I was laughing so hard I dropped it. Love you Avery :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwgA5233I/AAAAAAAACEY/NUlhKEN21KU/s1600/IMG_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021781339496306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwgA5233I/AAAAAAAACEY/NUlhKEN21KU/s400/IMG_4749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This ride was much better! She got to ride with R and S and it was slow and smooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwfuQ67rI/AAAAAAAACEQ/sUh5eCIVepE/s1600/IMG_4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021776335957682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwfuQ67rI/AAAAAAAACEQ/sUh5eCIVepE/s400/IMG_4755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also liked this ride because it was slow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwfdiTLCI/AAAAAAAACEI/ah_AH3mjd1s/s1600/IMG_4759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021771845446690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwfdiTLCI/AAAAAAAACEI/ah_AH3mjd1s/s400/IMG_4759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me and P waiting in the face painting line so Ave could get her face all pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwe01FPMI/AAAAAAAACEA/zaPv-6W3nww/s1600/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021760918371522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWwe01FPMI/AAAAAAAACEA/zaPv-6W3nww/s400/IMG_4756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here she is with a pink sunshine. Fits her perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWweR_vinI/AAAAAAAACD4/By-7peT_XiQ/s1600/IMG_4761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532021751567846002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWweR_vinI/AAAAAAAACD4/By-7peT_XiQ/s400/IMG_4761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Ave and R and S with their painted faces and balloons. They really had fun together enjoying all the rides and fun things to do and see. Michael especially loved watching all the interesting people there. Tustin Tiller Days didn't totally win me over but I'm not opposed to going back next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7774288405099901850?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7774288405099901850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7774288405099901850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7774288405099901850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7774288405099901850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/tiller-days.html' title='Tiller Days'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMWw57tHZKI/AAAAAAAACEo/BhDOvxoMbSE/s72-c/IMG_4745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-47040219723933945</id><published>2010-10-24T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:04:12.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;October 10, 2010&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUpp_Njh_I/AAAAAAAACDw/7LDvG6Q8uCs/s1600/IMG_4851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531873518614185970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUpp_Njh_I/AAAAAAAACDw/7LDvG6Q8uCs/s400/IMG_4851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Church is 11-2 so by the time we get home the kids are READY for naps. Avery is a perfect example of this in this picture. Bless her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUppWB7Z5I/AAAAAAAACDo/gYu0E9BV4kY/s1600/IMG_4857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531873507559565202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUppWB7Z5I/AAAAAAAACDo/gYu0E9BV4kY/s400/IMG_4857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pierson on the other hand was ready to play as he slept the last 15 minutes of church. Luckily he still took a nap once we put him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is us today October 24, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUppGF4GxI/AAAAAAAACDg/mvBNdsyMglQ/s1600/IMG_4904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531873503281158930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUppGF4GxI/AAAAAAAACDg/mvBNdsyMglQ/s400/IMG_4904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Pierson broke my necklace in Sunday school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery tripped walking in the church parking lot as we were rushing to get there. Her little knees were skinned and her arms and legs were black. Luckily the black washed off easily and the knees were good after a cleaning, a kiss, and a promise of a Dora bandaid when we got home because she could "squish blood out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUpo8RkBBI/AAAAAAAACDY/ABCan90lVsA/s1600/IMG_4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531873500645819410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUpo8RkBBI/AAAAAAAACDY/ABCan90lVsA/s400/IMG_4909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is me and the Perdes&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (what Ave used to call him and what most people call him).&lt;/span&gt; He's given me a LOT of kisses today and I love it. He is such a sweet, cuddly, lovey boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-47040219723933945?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/47040219723933945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=47040219723933945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/47040219723933945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/47040219723933945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUpp_Njh_I/AAAAAAAACDw/7LDvG6Q8uCs/s72-c/IMG_4851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-3843882528217345008</id><published>2010-10-24T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:51:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanaka Farms</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of October Avery's joy school took a field trip to Strawberry Farms. Avery was really excited, can't you tell?!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUj625jhmI/AAAAAAAACDQ/JpFHY6joCv4/s1600/IMG_4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531867211370825314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUj625jhmI/AAAAAAAACDQ/JpFHY6joCv4/s400/IMG_4698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a hay ride to the garden area where there was a pumpkin patch, corn maze, and a vegetable garden. Here is Ave with her little joy school buddies (minus 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUj6jbRn8I/AAAAAAAACDI/ygGi6CSvEqM/s1600/IMG_4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531867206143549378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUj6jbRn8I/AAAAAAAACDI/ygGi6CSvEqM/s400/IMG_4701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson and Avery liked the tractor ride and had fun seeing everything while we were driving around. Pierson of course just wanted to stand up on the bench the entire time so he had to sit on Mom's lap for most of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUj6VSprdI/AAAAAAAACDA/g3Dn1WpenRA/s1600/IMG_4703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531867202349280722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUj6VSprdI/AAAAAAAACDA/g3Dn1WpenRA/s400/IMG_4703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had a cute little corn maze there. This is the only picture that I got of the four of them in front of the sign, but I feel like it sums up our trip. At least one of the kids was whining at all time, one was being crazy, and the other two were holding it together for the time being. It was a really hot and humid day and we walked in the corn maze and then quickly found the exit. Each of us had our toddler and then a baby so holding squirmy babies and trying to reign in the toddler on a hot hot day = what in the world were we thinking when we walked into the corn maze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjdKRvJpI/AAAAAAAACC4/GYLchemu8ro/s1600/IMG_4707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531866701176448658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjdKRvJpI/AAAAAAAACC4/GYLchemu8ro/s400/IMG_4707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went up to the pumpkin patch after the maze and luckily a cloud gave us a break from the hot sun. The kids had fun sitting and playing and rearranging all the pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjcyzJlVI/AAAAAAAACCw/xxLcnrwuIm8/s1600/IMG_4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531866694874142034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjcyzJlVI/AAAAAAAACCw/xxLcnrwuIm8/s400/IMG_4710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Pierson playing amidst the pumpkins and loving it. He thought they were balls or "daa" (really close Pierson... really close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjcc2uFuI/AAAAAAAACCo/SaSa-tjjdSk/s1600/IMG_4713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531866688983537378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjcc2uFuI/AAAAAAAACCo/SaSa-tjjdSk/s400/IMG_4713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery even cheered up when she saw all the pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjcAUyBvI/AAAAAAAACCg/b7ER5l6CMOQ/s1600/IMG_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531866681324996338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjcAUyBvI/AAAAAAAACCg/b7ER5l6CMOQ/s400/IMG_4721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the vegetable garden next where the kids got to pick their own veggies. This was probably Avery's favorite part. We picked lots of carrots, green beans, and onions. This is a picture of Ave and her best friend (most of the time), S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am really sorry that this picture is upside down.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (When I was uploading it it said that it was upside down so I went to my gallery where it looked normal but flipped it so it would look normal when I uploaded it and then it is flipped when it actually uploaded.... computers... I tell you sometimes I love them and sometimes I dont)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjb-RVXxI/AAAAAAAACCY/s-CtlZg0g5s/s1600/IMG_4725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531866680773664530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUjb-RVXxI/AAAAAAAACCY/s-CtlZg0g5s/s400/IMG_4725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we visited the gardens we went back to the main area where they had an animal pen. They had cute lambs and goats. One goat was huge pregnant and due any day and my heart went out to her. Pierson LOVED the animals. That is probably an understatement. He just wanted to be in the center of them all, petting them, getting kisses from them, hugging them, just plain being close to them. He was so excited the whole time. Just look at that cheesy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUid0_XdGI/AAAAAAAACCQ/3vplxDBdB8Y/s1600/IMG_4727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531865613130495074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUid0_XdGI/AAAAAAAACCQ/3vplxDBdB8Y/s400/IMG_4727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is P and A. A did not love the animals so much. He didn't want anything to do with them. I think this picture is so funny cause P is so happy and A is so NOT happy. Haha. It was really funny in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUidp6uvfI/AAAAAAAACCI/w_JlVCGeTEU/s1600/IMG_4729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531865610158259698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUidp6uvfI/AAAAAAAACCI/w_JlVCGeTEU/s400/IMG_4729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Avery found a nice little spot for her to sit AWAY from the animals while everyone else was having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUidL-zz_I/AAAAAAAACCA/5cdvEmxvuGs/s1600/IMG_4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531865602122305522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUidL-zz_I/AAAAAAAACCA/5cdvEmxvuGs/s400/IMG_4737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UNTIL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUicwqhZwI/AAAAAAAACB4/5SK-4NOhbj4/s1600/IMG_4743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531865594789455618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUicwqhZwI/AAAAAAAACB4/5SK-4NOhbj4/s400/IMG_4743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. One of the goats wanted to come say hi and give her a kiss. And pee and poo right next to her. Gross. But it was funny to watch her freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUicSkSXfI/AAAAAAAACBw/Thk2Ix-3s08/s1600/IMG_4744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531865586710240754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUicSkSXfI/AAAAAAAACBw/Thk2Ix-3s08/s400/IMG_4744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun on that hot hot day at Tanaka Farms. I would love to go there again, especially in the spring or summer because they have strawberries and watermelons for you to pick... yum! Just hopefully next time it won't be so hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-3843882528217345008?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/3843882528217345008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=3843882528217345008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3843882528217345008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3843882528217345008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/tanaka-farms.html' title='Tanaka Farms'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TMUj625jhmI/AAAAAAAACDQ/JpFHY6joCv4/s72-c/IMG_4698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6194967764698904478</id><published>2010-10-20T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:18:44.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Grandpa Great!</title><content type='html'>My Grandpa bought himself a new piano and was looking for a home for his old one and when I found that out I asked him to PLEASE pick our home. Both Michael and I had pianos in our homes growing up and wanted that same experience for our kids. I am excited for when Avery can start taking lessons! I was really excited when Grandpa sent me an email saying it was ours. The only problem was how to get it from Spanish Fork, UT to Tustin, CA. Luckily, Kiara and Alan decided to visit and were nice enough to haul it along. We LOVE it!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TL-yOq97R3I/AAAAAAAACBo/Be8Lys4LAKs/s1600/IMG_4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530334832556197746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TL-yOq97R3I/AAAAAAAACBo/Be8Lys4LAKs/s400/IMG_4871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are with it on its first day here! It was a task to turn these two around long enough to take a picture. I LOVE that I can turn it off and that I can turn the volume down on it. It is also the perfect size for our apartment. It looks out our front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TL-yONSMj_I/AAAAAAAACBg/PC_1Jxf3mSw/s1600/IMG_4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530334824588152818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TL-yONSMj_I/AAAAAAAACBg/PC_1Jxf3mSw/s400/IMG_4893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael is probably the most excited for the arrival of the piano. He was looking for music to play on the internet and I am sure has ordered some already. Any suggestions for a guy who took piano lessons way too long ago but wants to pick it back up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a little video of Avery singing and playing. The poor girl has her mom and dad's voicebox but maybe her fingers will be a little more attuned to playing music :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwX1Bx06WkE?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwX1Bx06WkE?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GRANDPA GREAT FOR OUR PIANO! WE LOVE IT AND IT IS PERFECT IN ITS NEW HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6194967764698904478?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6194967764698904478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6194967764698904478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6194967764698904478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6194967764698904478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-grandpa.html' title='Thank You Grandpa Great!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TL-yOq97R3I/AAAAAAAACBo/Be8Lys4LAKs/s72-c/IMG_4871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6420933634758095457</id><published>2010-10-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:48:09.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the upclose shots of all the birthday goodies. I have to say everything was actually really easy! I had myself thinking these would be a lot more work but these came together really great.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoZedlylI/AAAAAAAACBY/SmiVJhENLB8/s1600/IMG_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528142591992121938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoZedlylI/AAAAAAAACBY/SmiVJhENLB8/s400/IMG_4789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got the idea for the cake &lt;a href="http://www.parenting.com/activity-parties-gallery/Activities-Parties/Animal-Birthday-Cake-Designs"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This cake is the reason I did an owl themed birthday. (Mom, I'm using the birthday plate you made me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoZOtz5iI/AAAAAAAACBQ/x_dsfyOEHTA/s1600/IMG_4792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528142587765188130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoZOtz5iI/AAAAAAAACBQ/x_dsfyOEHTA/s400/IMG_4792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found the cupcakes &lt;a href="http://www.duncanhines.com/recipes/cupcakes/dh/owl-cupcakes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. They were the most tedious... but definitely cute enough that they were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoYlY72OI/AAAAAAAACBI/MKACSUxZ504/s1600/IMG_4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528142576671774946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoYlY72OI/AAAAAAAACBI/MKACSUxZ504/s400/IMG_4794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These little owlies were the party favor. They were so fun to make and so cute and cuddly! I think it would be fun to make them all different sizes so Avery could have an owl family.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maYn2XU-viU"&gt; This&lt;/a&gt; is the tutorial I found for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoYY0M8eI/AAAAAAAACBA/g1e2UIU_z_U/s1600/IMG_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528142573296480738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoYY0M8eI/AAAAAAAACBA/g1e2UIU_z_U/s400/IMG_4793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the whole table of goods before we brought it outside. We had party after dinner on his birthday so I made sure to take a picture of my hard work in the light. It was dark outside for his party which I thought worked really cute with the whole owl theme. It was a really fun party because I did the bare minimum (treats) so I wasn't stressed about getting food out or playing games or doing crafts. I like 1 year parties... I am sure that Ave's 3rd birthday is going to require a little more work :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierson had a really great birthday and we are so glad that he is a happy healthy one year old. We wish that we could have celebrated with all of you! Next time, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6420933634758095457?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6420933634758095457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6420933634758095457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6420933634758095457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6420933634758095457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/up-close.html' title='Up Close'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLfoZedlylI/AAAAAAAACBY/SmiVJhENLB8/s72-c/IMG_4789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6143917339062287846</id><published>2010-10-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:30:03.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pierson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to You! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Dear Pierson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKnsS8jbI/AAAAAAAACAw/19yrBi0iBNg/s1600/IMG_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527758007154019762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKnsS8jbI/AAAAAAAACAw/19yrBi0iBNg/s400/IMG_4773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked into your room and it was foggy from your humidifier because you've had a bad cold the past week, but are feeling a lot better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKnZvKmsI/AAAAAAAACAo/E1QvBOQi4bQ/s1600/IMG_4778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527758002172107458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKnZvKmsI/AAAAAAAACAo/E1QvBOQi4bQ/s400/IMG_4778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You love balloons so we filled your room with them for a birthday surprise.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKnOIqKQI/AAAAAAAACAg/FFtZgv8Tiic/s1600/IMG_4785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527757999057807618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKnOIqKQI/AAAAAAAACAg/FFtZgv8Tiic/s400/IMG_4785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You loved them! You and Sis played with them for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKmhTDX4I/AAAAAAAACAY/nI1Q1gtRUnk/s1600/IMG_4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527757987021807490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKmhTDX4I/AAAAAAAACAY/nI1Q1gtRUnk/s400/IMG_4840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Sissy watches you when Mom showers (minus the balloon... i gave it to you so you would take a pic). Look at all those books... isn't she great!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ3fX6dSI/AAAAAAAACAQ/3zPUcuUpmZ8/s1600/IMG_4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527757179051472162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ3fX6dSI/AAAAAAAACAQ/3zPUcuUpmZ8/s400/IMG_4797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the table of treats and the all the presents underneath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ3HdRRiI/AAAAAAAACAI/FelFfPApPn0/s1600/IMG_4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527757172631488034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ3HdRRiI/AAAAAAAACAI/FelFfPApPn0/s400/IMG_4801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ2mtGYsI/AAAAAAAACAA/fdc9SH0HQQE/s1600/IMG_4811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527757163839513282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ2mtGYsI/AAAAAAAACAA/fdc9SH0HQQE/s400/IMG_4811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You loved the Mr. Owlie birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ2ShRc_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/DwkbZoQtX_k/s1600/IMG_4809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527757158421197810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ2ShRc_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/DwkbZoQtX_k/s400/IMG_4809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You gave him lots of kisses and then ate his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ2IJkNqI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4GzaeUvxqaI/s1600/IMG_4812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527757155637409442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaJ2IJkNqI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4GzaeUvxqaI/s400/IMG_4812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the big kids getting excited about your cake and antsy for their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIWOIq-TI/AAAAAAAAB_o/3uP-NMtApAU/s1600/IMG_4819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755507976829234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIWOIq-TI/AAAAAAAAB_o/3uP-NMtApAU/s400/IMG_4819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You and the family... we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIVm8OGLI/AAAAAAAAB_g/xDmv5QH_Gvk/s1600/IMG_4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755497455622322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIVm8OGLI/AAAAAAAAB_g/xDmv5QH_Gvk/s400/IMG_4820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;You and your friends... they love you too (especially when you give them treats)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIVa_vSdI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/b_1QMxkGvco/s1600/IMG_4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755494249155026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIVa_vSdI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/b_1QMxkGvco/s400/IMG_4825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You didn't even make it to the cake... you ate the candies and cookies on the outside and then the frosting. Lots and lots of frosting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIU9AofcI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/r42BDn04mU8/s1600/IMG_4829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755486199840194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIU9AofcI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/r42BDn04mU8/s400/IMG_4829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's your goofy smile! You are one messy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIUaTowqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/A8fIlFhMJy0/s1600/IMG_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755476884308642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaIUaTowqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/A8fIlFhMJy0/s400/IMG_4835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's you with all your loot! You have such nice friends! Happy birthday Pierson boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6143917339062287846?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6143917339062287846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6143917339062287846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6143917339062287846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6143917339062287846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-year-old.html' title='Happy Birthday Pierson!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TLaKnsS8jbI/AAAAAAAACAw/19yrBi0iBNg/s72-c/IMG_4773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4703542501778321049</id><published>2010-10-01T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:55:42.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites of the Week</title><content type='html'>We haven't had the best week of our lives, but there were some definite good moments. We went to the beach on Sunday because it has been extremely hot and the beach always has a nice breeze. Ave was playing in the waves and then sat down in wet sand so she's showing off her dirty bum.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TKbVV8wTGAI/AAAAAAAAB_A/xC9_4TkulLM/s1600/IMG_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523336566079166466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TKbVV8wTGAI/AAAAAAAAB_A/xC9_4TkulLM/s400/IMG_4672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson has been sick this week. He had a fever Sunday and Monday and a cough, dry throat, stuffy/snotty nose, and watery eyes since then. He is starting to recover from this cold so hopefully it will continue. But anyways one of his sick tricks is bubble blowing. Turn your head to the side and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8fd3c51f8c024f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8fd3c51f8c024f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39DB8C98F7D41ABD96C2EB7CACF8C202D8A4854B.2C2D6FEC249EF6A7DF23E19453338C2078A9F6AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8fd3c51f8c024f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj-0xhlQi9F5XT1eblJNin12HWh8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8fd3c51f8c024f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39DB8C98F7D41ABD96C2EB7CACF8C202D8A4854B.2C2D6FEC249EF6A7DF23E19453338C2078A9F6AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8fd3c51f8c024f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj-0xhlQi9F5XT1eblJNin12HWh8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4703542501778321049?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4703542501778321049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4703542501778321049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4703542501778321049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4703542501778321049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/10/favorites-of-week.html' title='Favorites of the Week'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TKbVV8wTGAI/AAAAAAAAB_A/xC9_4TkulLM/s72-c/IMG_4672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5881908300251713774</id><published>2010-09-14T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T02:59:56.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery</title><content type='html'>A is for Avery and dont you forget it. But really it's okay if you do because she will remind you anytime you see one.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-GSJlFjI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_nlHh_h0al8/s1600/IMG_4610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907452456834610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-GSJlFjI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_nlHh_h0al8/s400/IMG_4610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh little Miss Avery, where do I begin? You have too many cute things about you that I will probably forget most of them. But I am hoping that I remember most of them to remind myself how cute you are on days I might not think you're too cute (never).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-F8BdPWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/RV7DspLl8cg/s1600/IMG_3461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907446517185890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-F8BdPWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/RV7DspLl8cg/s400/IMG_3461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are in a joy school group that you love. I always get reports back about how well-behaved you are. Always. You are such a good little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-FXJdRPI/AAAAAAAAB-o/URikGAdZp3o/s1600/IMG_3785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907436618630386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-FXJdRPI/AAAAAAAAB-o/URikGAdZp3o/s400/IMG_3785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where do I even begin with this picture? I guess with Dora band-aids. You are a band-aid fanatic. You have one on in this picture because you decided to "jump" off the couch into a cooshy blanket, but it just so happens that it wasn't to cooshy and your head hit on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote "jump" because you still can't really jump so you more fell off the couch... on purpose. I felt so bad and even though there wasn't even a mark on you from the fall I knew that a Dora band-aid would make you feel better. Sad to say, but even better than a kiss from your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-Ezw4_UI/AAAAAAAAB-g/0OUDBDh_SAk/s1600/IMG_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907427120348482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-Ezw4_UI/AAAAAAAAB-g/0OUDBDh_SAk/s400/IMG_3961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have such a fun group of friends that you play with daily. They are practically your siblings. You love them so very much and you and S (in the pink) tell each other all the time. You get excited when they come home. If I let you stay outside all day with your friends you would. You and S have a tree that you call your house. You guys will seriously play there for hours. I love your neighborhood friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-ERZurOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/VV0ElQLrzRE/s1600/IMG_3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907417896398050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-ERZurOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/VV0ElQLrzRE/s400/IMG_3984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are such a pretty and happy little girl. You definitely have meltdown moments but for the most part you are all smiles and a good listener. You share and try to be nice to new friends. You have beautiful blue eyes and pretty blonde hair that will not stay where it is put. You are starting to get little golden freckles on your nose, cheeks, and forehead. I love looking at them and finding the new ones. You have such beautiful skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_83Ip94mI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/_47MkAE_cGo/s1600/IMG_4051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516906092698657378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_83Ip94mI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/_47MkAE_cGo/s400/IMG_4051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You like to dress up. You love to wear dresses and call it "turning into a princess." As we are getting your dress ready you will talk about turning into a princess and say "not yet, not yet" until you are finally into your dress and then you will spin around. It is pretty darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_82tEWhiI/AAAAAAAAB-I/j9VjrpW7-2A/s1600/IMG_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516906085293131298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_82tEWhiI/AAAAAAAAB-I/j9VjrpW7-2A/s400/IMG_4064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You love to be babied. I could do everything for you and you wouldn't care one bit. (Though once in a while you do get an independent streak and like doing things on your own... once in a while). Getting you to dress yourself is out of the question. Depending on the shoe, you will put it on by yourself. Lately you have been ending most words with an -y at the end. Milky, peachy, clothesy, shoesy, walky, I don't know why I can't think of anymore words, but you really do it a lot. (With baby girl P above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_82VEUMEI/AAAAAAAAB-A/eK9EurpkBXk/s1600/August2010+186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516906078850527298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_82VEUMEI/AAAAAAAAB-A/eK9EurpkBXk/s400/August2010+186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You LOVE Pierson. You are his second mommy. You make sure that he doesn't put gross things in his mouth like shoes, rocks, leaves, toilet paper, etc. You tell him where to go. You tell him what to do. You can make him laugh. You give him loves and kisses. You make sure that people are nice to him. And you are pretty good at watching him when I am in the shower... at least everything is still intact when I get out of the shower :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_81zgOMoI/AAAAAAAAB94/RLGso0b4aWE/s1600/August2010+245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516906069840769666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_81zgOMoI/AAAAAAAAB94/RLGso0b4aWE/s400/August2010+245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are my mini best friend. We do a lot of things together and I we usually havea great time doing it! In this picture we went to the sand castle competition in San Diego with L and A. You seriously hung out with us and took pictures with us like you were one of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6mrQ-8WI/AAAAAAAAB9o/cqnxzwtB8co/s1600/IMG_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516903610908078434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6mrQ-8WI/AAAAAAAAB9o/cqnxzwtB8co/s400/IMG_4342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You heart your cousins. After this summer and getting to spend all that time with your cousins, it is all you talk about. You love to point out your cousins in pictures in our home and our calender. You like to tell people that we are going to see your cousins. So when they come and see us (like the Bogrens did) you get so excited and spend all your time playing with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day we had a family babysit you and Pierson while we went to YM/YW. When we saw them at church on Sunday you told us and your friend Cody that they were your cousins. You were really excited about it so we didnt burst your bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6lxkFbTI/AAAAAAAAB9g/o00b4Y-slnU/s1600/IMG_4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516903595418938674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6lxkFbTI/AAAAAAAAB9g/o00b4Y-slnU/s400/IMG_4563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You think you are pretty tricky. You will ask me to watch your trick and it makes me giggle because a lot of times they aren't the trickiest :) In the picture above you climbed over the tree and then jumped (stepped) off. One day you'll have amazing coordination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are really into playing Mommy and Baby right now. If I call you by your name you tell me "I not Avery, I am mommy. You are Avery (or just sister... depending on the day)." I can't call Pierson by his name because it is "brother". Luckily Daddy is usually the dad. The other day in the car you told me "Mom, we are two moms." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6lPDGXkI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/cdSrL06xmYA/s1600/IMG_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516903586153782850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6lPDGXkI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/cdSrL06xmYA/s400/IMG_4604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the face you make when you ask me a question and follow it by "how about we do that, mom?" I probably hear that phrase at least 10 times a day. I'm going to miss it when you don't ask 'how about' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6kYT_-tI/AAAAAAAAB9I/sXsZyL-_U0o/s1600/IMG_4641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516903571460717266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_6kYT_-tI/AAAAAAAAB9I/sXsZyL-_U0o/s400/IMG_4641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery, I think that you are the cutest, sweetest, funniest 2 year old out there. You are such a joy to have around. Even when you talk to me nonstop and want to "help" me all the time. I wouldn't trade it. Here is a few more random facts about you: You still take good 2-3 hour naps a day. You giggle a lot. You don't like putting your nose on the wall but you are getting better at it. You are still super careful. You like to cook us food in your kitchen. You will put your head in tehe water and get your hair wet in the bathtub all by yourself now. You say really funny things. You make us all smile a lot and we really really love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5881908300251713774?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5881908300251713774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5881908300251713774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5881908300251713774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5881908300251713774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/09/avery.html' title='Avery'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI_-GSJlFjI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_nlHh_h0al8/s72-c/IMG_4610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6180436464323680911</id><published>2010-09-12T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:02:14.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pants on our heads, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI290MmdoOI/AAAAAAAAB84/NzC2g_ZaaQ0/s1600/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516273823032123618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI290MmdoOI/AAAAAAAAB84/NzC2g_ZaaQ0/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pants on our heads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI29zor8q7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/NHOxwzIYm00/s1600/IMG_4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516273813391453106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI29zor8q7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/NHOxwzIYm00/s400/IMG_4644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking so crazy with our pants on our heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6180436464323680911?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6180436464323680911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6180436464323680911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6180436464323680911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6180436464323680911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/09/pants.html' title='Pants'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TI290MmdoOI/AAAAAAAAB84/NzC2g_ZaaQ0/s72-c/IMG_4643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-8086496971176412025</id><published>2010-09-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:13:28.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months!</title><content type='html'>My cutest baby boy who loves his mom so much (can't you tell) is 11 months old! That means only one more month until you are 1 year old. I'm holding back the tears as I type this!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcuTqSDo9I/AAAAAAAAB8g/nMN0lqWKrd8/s1600/IMG_4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514427184040879058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcuTqSDo9I/AAAAAAAAB8g/nMN0lqWKrd8/s400/IMG_4457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierson I cannot keep you out of the bathrooms. I try and keep the door shut but with a big sissy it doesn't always happen. You've played in the toilet (only once so far and it was clean water... phew!), taken many items out of the trashcan, unrolled your fair share of toilet paper, and terrorized your sis while going to the bathroom. And yes, that is toilet paper in your mouth. But at least it was clean off the roll and not from the garbage can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcuTUifwRI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/1WLPGeCl4Qw/s1600/IMG_4471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514427178204250386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcuTUifwRI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/1WLPGeCl4Qw/s400/IMG_4471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up from sleeping you hold nothing back. You are like 0 to 60 in a second. Peacefully sleeping to screaming and crying on the top of your lungs. I guess you don't like being in your bed except to sleep. Just look at your alligator tears. Someone would probably think you were put through a wringer, but little do they know that you just woke up from a peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcuS7y545I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/6kkd29bhZ8U/s1600/IMG_4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514427171562185618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcuS7y545I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/6kkd29bhZ8U/s400/IMG_4463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are quite the picky eater. Sometimes you will eat great and then the next day you won't eat anything. You like to feed yourself. If I put something in your mouth you will take it out, examine it and decide if it goes to the floor or back inside to your belly. When you get done eating you will swipe everything left on your tray to the floor. I can't keep it clean. Thanks for that :) Just know when you are older and I assign you to sweep and mop the kitchen floor a lot I am getting you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctkwSXzpI/AAAAAAAAB8I/U7EpthUBuNc/s1600/IMG_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514426378198961810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctkwSXzpI/AAAAAAAAB8I/U7EpthUBuNc/s400/IMG_4323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierson you are a little waterboy! You love love love the bath. It doesn't matter what else is going on, once you hit the water you are all smiles. Very rarely do you just sit in the bath. You are usually standing up and slipping and standing up and slipping. Good thing you have such a cushioned behind!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctkRbeX3I/AAAAAAAAB8A/lL_1lWO4unk/s1600/August2010+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514426369915641714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctkRbeX3I/AAAAAAAAB8A/lL_1lWO4unk/s400/August2010+210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have decided that a good way to carry toys or other objects of interest while crawling or walking is in your mouth. It can fall out 600 times and you will still put it back in and go as far as you can until it drops. It is pretty funny to watch. Look at all your drool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctjt-tYsI/AAAAAAAAB74/MErdSFvaEhA/s1600/August2010+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514426360399749826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctjt-tYsI/AAAAAAAAB74/MErdSFvaEhA/s400/August2010+188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have soft skin that is fun to zerbert. Even though you are a chub and a half, you are starting to thin out. It makes me a little sad because I know that it means you are getting older. I just hope your cheeks stay with you so I can pinch and kiss them always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctjTfKGfI/AAAAAAAAB7w/WYvcdbJ_GIs/s1600/August2010+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514426353288092146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctjTfKGfI/AAAAAAAAB7w/WYvcdbJ_GIs/s400/August2010+185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my little boy, are so cuddly. Dad and I always talk about how great it is when you will just lay their and cuddle us in the mornings. Or when I put you down for a nap I can just rock you and you'll keep your head on my shoulder and just cuddle (most of the time). I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctig59kpI/AAAAAAAAB7o/oig4eJjjrPo/s1600/IMG_4584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514426339710309010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIctig59kpI/AAAAAAAAB7o/oig4eJjjrPo/s400/IMG_4584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely think you are bigger than you really are. You climb on everything and then think you need to stand up as well. I am glad that you are still in one piece. Please stay that way and stop trying to do cool tricks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I accidently erased a picture.... Hopefully I can get it back on here..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see what I mean? You climb on everything. You must be a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcsiTZU1MI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/-1bLM8ihq2o/s1600/IMG_4605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514425236572132546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcsiTZU1MI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/-1bLM8ihq2o/s400/IMG_4605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a very cute boy who does very cute things that make your mom love you even more than she already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcsh36ilNI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/uZItxW0vZTw/s1600/IMG_4607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514425229195252946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcsh36ilNI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/uZItxW0vZTw/s400/IMG_4607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, let's talk about your teeth. You have two on bottom and three on top... but you are missing you right middle tooth... and you don't like it when I try and show off your missing tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcshYvLk3I/AAAAAAAAB7I/TncEEt6yrA0/s1600/IMG_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514425220826108786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcshYvLk3I/AAAAAAAAB7I/TncEEt6yrA0/s400/IMG_4589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily Dad was there to take a shot while I got you to smile a big cheeky cheesy smile. I mean I hope your missing tooth decides to come or you're gonna be a silly boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcsgwVbjZI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Knp_SOOYm7U/s1600/IMG_4596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514425209980685714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcsgwVbjZI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Knp_SOOYm7U/s400/IMG_4596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Pierson Michael! You are such a joy to have around. You make us all smile and giggle daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words (if you can call them that): Mama, Dada, daaa (with your tongue left out of you mouth for a while)= ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7321573358681066274-8086496971176412025?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/8086496971176412025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=8086496971176412025&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8086496971176412025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8086496971176412025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/09/11-months.html' title='11 Months!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIcuTqSDo9I/AAAAAAAAB8g/nMN0lqWKrd8/s72-c/IMG_4457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7910994365237549791</id><published>2010-09-06T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:22:26.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little boy must have sensed my stress when he went down for his nap because he was kind enough to wake up early from his nap, find the papertowels in the corner and unravel them to clean the floor. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmEw2cW-I/AAAAAAAAB64/hzmxFgIKNI4/s1600/IMG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513925550803803106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmEw2cW-I/AAAAAAAAB64/hzmxFgIKNI4/s400/IMG_4331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean look at all the floor he covered... what a sweet boy. I dont think one papertowel on that roll was spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmEdKAJlI/AAAAAAAAB6w/b1UAnjGUNM4/s1600/IMG_4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513925545517131346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmEdKAJlI/AAAAAAAAB6w/b1UAnjGUNM4/s400/IMG_4328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And to think I was planning of doing it all by myself for a couple of hours when I had this cute smiley boy to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmDvyCnjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/_yylYSGr0RM/s1600/IMG_4337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513925533337034290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmDvyCnjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/_yylYSGr0RM/s400/IMG_4337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Who me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a little eye candy, here is big sis dressed up like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmCyfbgiI/AAAAAAAAB6g/7h9aysx0a2I/s1600/August2010+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513925516884410914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmCyfbgiI/AAAAAAAAB6g/7h9aysx0a2I/s400/August2010+177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't decide which pose I liked better so both it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmCUsH7uI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/rJwdBUIdXmI/s1600/August2010+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513925508884590306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmCUsH7uI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/rJwdBUIdXmI/s400/August2010+176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love my two babes and their craziness. They make my life so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7910994365237549791?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7910994365237549791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7910994365237549791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7910994365237549791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7910994365237549791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-helper.html' title='Little Helper'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TIVmEw2cW-I/AAAAAAAAB64/hzmxFgIKNI4/s72-c/IMG_4331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-358441882317109984</id><published>2010-08-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:03:02.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting with Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well after a summer long blogging hiatus, I am going to try and come back. We went on lots of trips, had lots of visitors, and our kids have changed so much so we have a LOT to catch up on. Almost too much. So to not overwhelm myself the first time back I am going to blog about just today. I'll add in posts later about our summer adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBrybZ63I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ZZ5YJzlxqOw/s1600/IMG_4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508115302289369970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBrybZ63I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ZZ5YJzlxqOw/s400/IMG_4495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; This weekend we were supposed to head to Las Vegas for Michael's friend's wedding but didn't because Michael's work got too hectic Friday. We were bummed big time so we decided to do something interesting on Saturday. Michael suggested the Getty Museum so we went to LA to check it out. Here is Michael and Avery in front of a Vincent Van Gogh painting. When Avery saw this picture she said, "awww cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBrSmy2SI/AAAAAAAAB6I/sx-_d4u8Fg4/s1600/IMG_4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508115293747206434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBrSmy2SI/AAAAAAAAB6I/sx-_d4u8Fg4/s400/IMG_4496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here I am with Pierson overlooking LA. It was quite a sight! I look wide in this picture... I hope it is just the picture :) Avery and Pierson did really well when Michael and I were looking at the paintings and photographs (our favorite part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBqmYEqfI/AAAAAAAAB6A/xtuyo1jo5zw/s1600/IMG_4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508115281874299378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBqmYEqfI/AAAAAAAAB6A/xtuyo1jo5zw/s400/IMG_4498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We took them outside to give them a break and they loved it. Isn't this rebar sculpture so cool! I love the flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBp9k7ZeI/AAAAAAAAB54/m53gvdHfGZA/s1600/IMG_4501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508115270922364386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBp9k7ZeI/AAAAAAAAB54/m53gvdHfGZA/s400/IMG_4501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We took a lot of pictures of these two and this was the best one we got. Stinkers :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA_lDPkmI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ea9yLVl0Vgw/s1600/IMG_4503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508114542784123490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA_lDPkmI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ea9yLVl0Vgw/s400/IMG_4503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went and listened to the sound sculpture which was a little stream and then found a shady spot and sat down for a snack. Avery found a big leaf that she was proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA-yKTrTI/AAAAAAAAB5o/BQoz_YBvHn4/s1600/IMG_4507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508114529123544370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA-yKTrTI/AAAAAAAAB5o/BQoz_YBvHn4/s400/IMG_4507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; She even shared her leaf with Pierson for his picture. If you look behind Pierson you can see those rebar sculptures. I just think they are so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA-UGeRSI/AAAAAAAAB5g/1r7LLL5oces/s1600/IMG_4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508114521054397730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA-UGeRSI/AAAAAAAAB5g/1r7LLL5oces/s400/IMG_4509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Michael and me in our shady spot. Avery took our picture... she is getting pretty good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA9pGsnAI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4ZTNHlZU-uA/s1600/IMG_4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508114509512612866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDA9pGsnAI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4ZTNHlZU-uA/s400/IMG_4510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Water trickled down this 'waterfall' which was probably Avery's favorite part. I thought it was pretty neat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THC2buzv5OI/AAAAAAAAB4o/l0941hRgXSI/s1600/IMG_4526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508102931811919074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THC2buzv5OI/AAAAAAAAB4o/l0941hRgXSI/s400/IMG_4526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is the top of the waterfall. Michael splashed the water down the hole so whoever was looking below might have gotten a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THC0-Fz4miI/AAAAAAAAB4g/eJraJIGRe44/s1600/IMG_4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508101323078801954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THC0-Fz4miI/AAAAAAAAB4g/eJraJIGRe44/s400/IMG_4524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THC09bUwDKI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/JzTVipN44Gw/s1600/IMG_4513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508101311673928866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THC09bUwDKI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/JzTVipN44Gw/s400/IMG_4513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;These were taken at the top of the sound sculpture and there was a path that zigzagged down over the stream. It was really pretty and a really nice day outside. We had a lot of fun up there and can't wait to go back because there is a lot more to see and do. It was a fun part of our day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-358441882317109984?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/358441882317109984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=358441882317109984&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/358441882317109984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/358441882317109984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/08/starting-with-today.html' title='Starting with Today'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/THDBrybZ63I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ZZ5YJzlxqOw/s72-c/IMG_4495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6030773913652700239</id><published>2010-07-07T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:15:56.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Recap</title><content type='html'>We started off June with Michael birthday! He turned 27... getting on up there! I decided to throw him a birthday party and we did a "Minute to Win It" theme (nbc tv show). It was SO fun! We went to the website and picked games and then had different people compete in them. We played &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/how-to/hanky-panky/"&gt;Hanky Panky&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/how-to/speed-eraser/"&gt;Speed Eraser&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/how-to/johnny-applestack/"&gt;Johnny Applestack&lt;/a&gt;, and a few others. It was so much fun!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkIhTB6zI/AAAAAAAAB3M/WAhXKJbtXsU/s1600/mikeparty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491405418188106546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkIhTB6zI/AAAAAAAAB3M/WAhXKJbtXsU/s400/mikeparty1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Mike doing &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/how-to/bite-me/"&gt;Bite Me&lt;/a&gt;. It was probably my favorite game that we played that night. Oh and Michael won this round. Yay for the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkH8ljx4I/AAAAAAAAB3E/VEOfxVoLfyM/s1600/mikeparty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491405408333711234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkH8ljx4I/AAAAAAAAB3E/VEOfxVoLfyM/s400/mikeparty3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls getting ready for &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/how-to/junk-in-the-trunk/"&gt;Junk in the Trunk&lt;/a&gt;. I believe I won this round. Go team Adams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkHQ2Lc8I/AAAAAAAAB28/LX7d9rOAouU/s1600/mikeparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491405396592260034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkHQ2Lc8I/AAAAAAAAB28/LX7d9rOAouU/s400/mikeparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we weren't playing games we were eating hot dogs (fancy, I know) and chatting it&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkGmHxOLI/AAAAAAAAB20/gMOy3lh2tWU/s1600/IMG_3655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491405385123313842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkGmHxOLI/AAAAAAAAB20/gMOy3lh2tWU/s400/IMG_3655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the ending game because no one could do it... you had to toss a half full water ball onto a table and land it. I don't think our water ratio was right, or our water bottle shape, and we probably had too small of a table. But it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkF5mH_pI/AAAAAAAAB2s/xaRUAloXR5Q/s1600/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491405373171039890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkF5mH_pI/AAAAAAAAB2s/xaRUAloXR5Q/s400/IMG_3656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the fam after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi7AB-xfI/AAAAAAAAB2k/jhXJFrOpUfA/s1600/IMG_3660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491404086408300018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi7AB-xfI/AAAAAAAAB2k/jhXJFrOpUfA/s400/IMG_3660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh wait, now here is the whole family. Anj flew in for the weekend and it was SO great to have her here. I wish we had an extra bedroom so she could live with us. FOrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi6zCK5aI/AAAAAAAAB2c/u5sASPH2rFc/s1600/IMG_3662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491404082919433634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi6zCK5aI/AAAAAAAAB2c/u5sASPH2rFc/s400/IMG_3662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bff and my Purda-Poo. I am pretty sure Avery took this picture... not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi6NTLz_I/AAAAAAAAB2U/BHNPGeWNoFk/s1600/IMG_3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491404072790249458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi6NTLz_I/AAAAAAAAB2U/BHNPGeWNoFk/s400/IMG_3663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now fast forward to Sunday.... Michael found the perfect spot for family pictures except I couldn't/wouldn't fit. But look at those handsom boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi5pGo1sI/AAAAAAAAB2M/8cnw2D8Ngsw/s1600/IMG_3705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491404063073949378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi5pGo1sI/AAAAAAAAB2M/8cnw2D8Ngsw/s400/IMG_3705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery LOVES her daddy and LOVES to make silly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi5BrWEyI/AAAAAAAAB2E/oNhaZxBGrhs/s1600/IMG_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491404052490490658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVi5BrWEyI/AAAAAAAAB2E/oNhaZxBGrhs/s400/IMG_3709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Sunday portait. Avery was already tired of taking pictures (this was the first one we took and by far the best). Oh two year olds.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgvnPmqPI/AAAAAAAAB18/aAFFibhGxlg/s1600/IMG_3710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491401691752737010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgvnPmqPI/AAAAAAAAB18/aAFFibhGxlg/s400/IMG_3710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjuli and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgvQnkRDI/AAAAAAAAB10/5-xUVA2Zkhc/s1600/IMG_3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491401685679227954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgvQnkRDI/AAAAAAAAB10/5-xUVA2Zkhc/s400/IMG_3714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anj juggling the babes. They loved having Anj around and getting extra attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVguwdrlpI/AAAAAAAAB1s/QXYLv1G58Do/s1600/IMG_3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491401677047830162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVguwdrlpI/AAAAAAAAB1s/QXYLv1G58Do/s400/IMG_3716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery and Anj looking cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgueHNVdI/AAAAAAAAB1k/Aqm0UY5P2IU/s1600/IMG_3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491401672121734610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgueHNVdI/AAAAAAAAB1k/Aqm0UY5P2IU/s400/IMG_3719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saying good bye at the airport :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgtmT5-dI/AAAAAAAAB1c/LOSY0exi0vY/s1600/IMG_3720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491401657142606290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVgtmT5-dI/AAAAAAAAB1c/LOSY0exi0vY/s400/IMG_3720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously Anjuli. Please come live with us. I promise Avery and Pierson would make really fun roommates. At least come back and visit (even if it is more for Michael Phelps than us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6030773913652700239?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6030773913652700239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6030773913652700239&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6030773913652700239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6030773913652700239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/07/june-recap.html' title='June Recap'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TDVkIhTB6zI/AAAAAAAAB3M/WAhXKJbtXsU/s72-c/mikeparty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7549817852061831802</id><published>2010-06-13T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:00:15.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>In May we decided to go to Disneyland every Friday night. I am so glad that we did! We used our passes more in May than the combined time since we had bought them. We were able to see a little more of Disneyland (though not close to all of it) and California Adventure. Now I will be better at navigating everyone around when you come visit us (hint hint).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdcHhBu9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/9qonk4d18vs/s1600/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482672334005451730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdcHhBu9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/9qonk4d18vs/s400/IMG_3211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ave and P as we're heading to the tram. This was Pierson's 7 month day. Isn't he handsome? Avery is pretty darn cute as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdbK0O9DI/AAAAAAAAB1M/_2DFrG1AgHM/s1600/IMG_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482672317711447090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdbK0O9DI/AAAAAAAAB1M/_2DFrG1AgHM/s400/IMG_3216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are on Nemo's Submarine. Right after I took this picture I saw the 'no photography' sign. Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdasoC9bI/AAAAAAAAB1E/XcHxg2cz_eI/s1600/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482672309607265714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdasoC9bI/AAAAAAAAB1E/XcHxg2cz_eI/s400/IMG_3219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery and Michael rode in the cars and Avery got to drive. She thought it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdZZSpC1I/AAAAAAAAB08/UqxBXuhMF2U/s1600/IMG_3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482672287237344082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdZZSpC1I/AAAAAAAAB08/UqxBXuhMF2U/s400/IMG_3480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW824uJwmI/AAAAAAAAB00/i-MuhgxNYhA/s1600/IMG_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482495772518367842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW824uJwmI/AAAAAAAAB00/i-MuhgxNYhA/s400/IMG_3484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at California Adventure about to go on the TOy Story ride. This was probably one of my more favorite rides with kids. It's a 3-d shooting game. We saw the high scores as we were leaving and Michael and I only got a fraction of what the high score was. Oh well... maybe next time (yeah right). We let Ave and S sit in their own car and Ave was pretty scared at first but by the end she was laughing and trying to shoot the gun. It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW82IZSDgI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Lcz-Qu17mG0/s1600/IMG_3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482495759545929218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW82IZSDgI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Lcz-Qu17mG0/s400/IMG_3489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went with some friends to California Adventure so we took turns watching the kids and riding the roller coaster that was there. Luckily the carousel was right next to the coaster and we had fast passes so the kids didn't even realize they were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW81jK9S2I/AAAAAAAAB0k/VRmX8VinNDs/s1600/IMG_3502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482495749553736546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW81jK9S2I/AAAAAAAAB0k/VRmX8VinNDs/s400/IMG_3502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Avery and S on the carousel. I think this was Avery's favorite part of the night. What little girl wouldn't love riding on pink bejeweled Little Mermaid's friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW81JIYTPI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Kytlblvqif0/s1600/IMG_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482495742563601650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW81JIYTPI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Kytlblvqif0/s400/IMG_3503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the last ride of the night. There is our buds N and S and then Mike and Ave are in hte back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW80SOI-uI/AAAAAAAAB0U/uGDzfoDnNhU/s1600/IMG_3504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482495727823813346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBW80SOI-uI/AAAAAAAAB0U/uGDzfoDnNhU/s400/IMG_3504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pierson had to have his own seat belt for this ride! So I buckled him in next to me and we took off. It was one of those rides that you spin around and go different heights (like Dumbo). Do you guys see the two lovebirds sitting in front of me... haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7549817852061831802?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7549817852061831802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7549817852061831802&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7549817852061831802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7549817852061831802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/06/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBZdcHhBu9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/9qonk4d18vs/s72-c/IMG_3211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4832632585390605367</id><published>2010-06-13T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:04:00.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts!</title><content type='html'>May was a month of haircuts for our family. Pierson was the first to get his haircut. He had to chunks of really long hair on top so I talked Mike into evening it out after dinner one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVsmlNSzeI/AAAAAAAAB0M/9aYPnKf3hIc/s1600/IMG_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482407531472145890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVsmlNSzeI/AAAAAAAAB0M/9aYPnKf3hIc/s400/IMG_3250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He seriously looked sooo different (at least in person)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVsmFVARWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/hBSJEDMylGc/s1600/IMG_3450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482407522914551138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVsmFVARWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/hBSJEDMylGc/s400/IMG_3450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery got her haircut on Memorial Day by our bff Erin. She did so well! She was a little nervous but stayed still and smiled through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Before-front shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoUQpE8TI/AAAAAAAABz8/WayqCfoUTqc/s1600/IMG_3582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482402818667376946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoUQpE8TI/AAAAAAAABz8/WayqCfoUTqc/s400/IMG_3582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before- back shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoT0Lu4kI/AAAAAAAABz0/DAFZdf5v0TU/s1600/IMG_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482402811028103746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoT0Lu4kI/AAAAAAAABz0/DAFZdf5v0TU/s400/IMG_3583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoTMULcHI/AAAAAAAABzs/vgaqncXPueI/s1600/IMG_3588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482402800326111346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoTMULcHI/AAAAAAAABzs/vgaqncXPueI/s400/IMG_3588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After! Cute little girl who grew up in a matter of minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoSXDlV7I/AAAAAAAABzk/TIMucZOIG5I/s1600/IMG_3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482402786029426610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoSXDlV7I/AAAAAAAABzk/TIMucZOIG5I/s400/IMG_3590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's Mike getting his hair chopped. I was lucky enough that no one took a picture of my haircut. Thanks to Erin we all have new-dos and look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoR4poDDI/AAAAAAAABzc/u53Z3Gq5osg/s1600/IMG_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482402777867488306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVoR4poDDI/AAAAAAAABzc/u53Z3Gq5osg/s400/IMG_3637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4832632585390605367?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4832632585390605367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4832632585390605367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4832632585390605367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4832632585390605367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/06/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBVsmlNSzeI/AAAAAAAAB0M/9aYPnKf3hIc/s72-c/IMG_3250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4126392822896304348</id><published>2010-06-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:56:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me how this little babe of mine is already 8 months old? I mean really, where did the time go? Please slow down life... I love it too much right now and I don't want it to change!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMeSpokHmI/AAAAAAAABzU/QKmujM8h0c4/s1600/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481758477202497122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMeSpokHmI/AAAAAAAABzU/QKmujM8h0c4/s400/IMG_3179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson is the sweetest baby boy there ever was (not bias one bit). I could just snuggle and kiss and cuddle and nuzzle and love on this boy all day long... and he would let me :) This picture is at the beginning of May (7 mos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMeSKZjALI/AAAAAAAABzM/FgV_DO4SoCc/s1600/IMG_3192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481758468818010290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMeSKZjALI/AAAAAAAABzM/FgV_DO4SoCc/s400/IMG_3192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did a lot of swimming at the beginning of May. This was P's first time in the pool. It was still a bit chilly so at first he whined a bit but got used to it pretty fast. He got to ride home in his car in the nude because he pooed in his swim diaper and I didn't have an extra. Pierson loved it! Look at that chunk of a bum. I'm super embarrassing right!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMd6a9S1yI/AAAAAAAABzE/cTtdmMaf1rA/s1600/IMG_3223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481758060946052898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMd6a9S1yI/AAAAAAAABzE/cTtdmMaf1rA/s400/IMG_3223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was P on his 7 month bday. We got back from Disneyland late but were hungry and so we had some mac-n-tomatoe juice and P tried it for the first time. And he loved it. Sign that he is a true Adams. &lt;a href="http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-happy.html"&gt;Avery&lt;/a&gt; tried it for the first time on her 7 month bday too... I guess it'll be our little family tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMd5wsw44I/AAAAAAAABy8/c2TYqNWEEVA/s1600/IMG_3237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481758049602429826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMd5wsw44I/AAAAAAAABy8/c2TYqNWEEVA/s400/IMG_3237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little boy is a mover! He rolls, scoots, climbs, rocks back and forth then lunges, and anything else he can to get from one place to the next. Changing his diaper now makes me break out in a sweat. He is all over the place! He is also quite good at yoga... despite those tree trunk legs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMdWhjWJfI/AAAAAAAABys/O9TprdwiWLY/s1600/IMG_3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481757444240975346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMdWhjWJfI/AAAAAAAABys/O9TprdwiWLY/s400/IMG_3459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson loves his mom, and dad, and sister. He gets sooo excited when he sees one of us and will start kicking his legs and flapping his arms and flashing his biggest smile with his cute little teeth poking through. If you want to win over this little boy play a game of peek-a-boo (geek-a-boo as Avery calls it). He thinks it is the best thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMdWOg2GrI/AAAAAAAAByk/9jkt1fQcMVc/s1600/IMG_3471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481757439130213042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMdWOg2GrI/AAAAAAAAByk/9jkt1fQcMVc/s400/IMG_3471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson loves playing with his friends outside. I left the door open the other day and I found P halfway out the door smiling at his friends. He just loves being around all the fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMc5Jb5s1I/AAAAAAAAByc/i1MtAUDUJN4/s1600/IMG_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481756939551093586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMc5Jb5s1I/AAAAAAAAByc/i1MtAUDUJN4/s400/IMG_3521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P LOVES his binky. When he goes to sleep he rubs his binky while sucking it. When he wakes up he shoves his finger inside it as pictured above. He seriously loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMc4u4lMtI/AAAAAAAAByU/xSwb-jkVhjE/s1600/IMG_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481756932423627474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMc4u4lMtI/AAAAAAAAByU/xSwb-jkVhjE/s400/IMG_3635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson has the softest skin and is so darn chubby. Look at that belly hanging over. Don't you just want to give him a big ole zerbert? He'd giggle if you did. And then you'd have to do it again and again because his laughs are just so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4126392822896304348?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4126392822896304348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4126392822896304348&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4126392822896304348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4126392822896304348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-big-baby-boy.html' title='My Big Baby Boy'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TBMeSpokHmI/AAAAAAAABzU/QKmujM8h0c4/s72-c/IMG_3179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5383737848034429016</id><published>2010-06-07T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:30:11.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months and Now 8 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Fireman&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480285521921473698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TA3ipXnYfKI/AAAAAAAABvk/l6C51NRT_SQ/s400/IMG_3204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480285531193133202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TA3ip6J6yJI/AAAAAAAABvs/dra-iQ-sizk/s400/IMG_3723.JPG" /&gt;to a rockstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In only one month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More to come about the month of May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5383737848034429016?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5383737848034429016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5383737848034429016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5383737848034429016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5383737848034429016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-months-and-now-8-months.html' title='7 Months and Now 8 Months!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/TA3ipXnYfKI/AAAAAAAABvk/l6C51NRT_SQ/s72-c/IMG_3204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6042529495685312236</id><published>2010-05-05T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:49:43.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curly Q Avery</title><content type='html'>Growing up my mom always (or close to) curled our hair for church. I don't remember what made me think of this but I did and then realized I have yet to curl a hair on Avery's head. So Sat night after bath I got out my sponge rollers and rolled her up. Isn't she cute! She thought she looked 'cool', but was sad that I couldn't put the pink rollers in (they're the biggest). I told her that they would feel funny when she went to sleep, but they didn't seem to bother her one bit.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwUQxeRMI/AAAAAAAABu8/ieFKEVph5X4/s1600/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467915653495014594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwUQxeRMI/AAAAAAAABu8/ieFKEVph5X4/s400/IMG_3136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was taking out the curlers the next morning Avery just stared in the mirror and giggled. I took the top ones out last and when she saw that she said "I look yike &lt;a href="http://me-n-myboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chase&lt;/a&gt;" with a big smile on her face. I started giggling with her. She's too cute sometimes. We decided to fro out the curls because Ave just didn't have enough hair for my wringlet idea. And here how the curly beauty turned out: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not super happy to be taking a picture as you can tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwT-S5mtI/AAAAAAAABu0/8r7snxMv-WM/s1600/IMG_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467915648534944466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwT-S5mtI/AAAAAAAABu0/8r7snxMv-WM/s400/IMG_3158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our good looking buddy. If I could I would sneak a curler into his mohawk at night just for kicks. But if Michael ever saw it he might have a heart attack, maybe even worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwTvBv8bI/AAAAAAAABus/F54JpyMV1oQ/s1600/IMG_3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467915644436476338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwTvBv8bI/AAAAAAAABus/F54JpyMV1oQ/s400/IMG_3163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our family this past Sunday. I really wanted P to wear the vest with the suit and Michael said it looked too 80'sish. I put it on him anyways cause it was just too cute not to so Mike made me wear a headband and we all went dressed as a different decade: Avery 40's, Pierson 80's, me 70's (I took the headband off before we took the picture), Mike 90's. Super cool, right? We'll let you know what next Sunday's theme is so you guys won't feel left out and can dress up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwS2U3z1I/AAAAAAAABuk/32yn4nsSsXs/s1600/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467915629215862610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwS2U3z1I/AAAAAAAABuk/32yn4nsSsXs/s400/IMG_3165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7321573358681066274-6042529495685312236?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6042529495685312236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6042529495685312236&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6042529495685312236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6042529495685312236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/05/curly-q-avery.html' title='Curly Q Avery'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S-HwUQxeRMI/AAAAAAAABu8/ieFKEVph5X4/s72-c/IMG_3136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1021842533685869711</id><published>2010-05-02T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:19:45.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Brought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tent-making, Avery's new favorite past time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95ygrtVxKI/AAAAAAAABt8/xW7GK-mgELM/s1600/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466932903488636066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95ygrtVxKI/AAAAAAAABt8/xW7GK-mgELM/s400/IMG_3040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Bonding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95ygR3qeFI/AAAAAAAABt0/hadJtycAoM8/s1600/IMG_3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466932896552613970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95ygR3qeFI/AAAAAAAABt0/hadJtycAoM8/s400/IMG_3042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xTGl57dI/AAAAAAAABts/8P2AB9PhnHc/s1600/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466931570675412434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xTGl57dI/AAAAAAAABts/8P2AB9PhnHc/s400/IMG_3043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother and sister playtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xSkBXb3I/AAAAAAAABtk/3V2D33vNPkk/s1600/IMG_3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466931561395351410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xSkBXb3I/AAAAAAAABtk/3V2D33vNPkk/s400/IMG_3051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pant-rolling and independence... She, for some reason, has to roll every pair of pants I put on her. And notice how her shoes are on the wrong feet, she put them on herself! That is a big step for a girl who likes everything done for her. But I am hearing quite often now, "I do it mysewf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xSJlUUII/AAAAAAAABtc/GtnXgeZJbZc/s1600/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466931554298384514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xSJlUUII/AAAAAAAABtc/GtnXgeZJbZc/s400/IMG_3055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bravery... well at least to me. Who knew my daughter wouldn't get the heebie-jeebies holding a slimy worm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xR7gHgDI/AAAAAAAABtU/5Qtl5CeOpfk/s1600/IMG_3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466931550518476850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xR7gHgDI/AAAAAAAABtU/5Qtl5CeOpfk/s400/IMG_3058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunny Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xRCzmqtI/AAAAAAAABtM/f72hxpBDnxQ/s1600/IMG_3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466931535299390162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95xRCzmqtI/AAAAAAAABtM/f72hxpBDnxQ/s400/IMG_3059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v647CCjI/AAAAAAAABtE/FKtKf_vUu4c/s1600/IMG_3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930055177439794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v647CCjI/AAAAAAAABtE/FKtKf_vUu4c/s400/IMG_3061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v6klDpXI/AAAAAAAABs8/hohYvOCSaAc/s1600/IMG_3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930049716561266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v6klDpXI/AAAAAAAABs8/hohYvOCSaAc/s400/IMG_3065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sick Sundays- Pierson had a fever starting Thursday night and got progessively worse till Monday. He was such a sad baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v6FZMWVI/AAAAAAAABs0/YWOTHoLROw8/s1600/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930041345300818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v6FZMWVI/AAAAAAAABs0/YWOTHoLROw8/s400/IMG_3075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Better feeling days- YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v5jVwPrI/AAAAAAAABss/XmHsTa5kPgw/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930032204070578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v5jVwPrI/AAAAAAAABss/XmHsTa5kPgw/s400/IMG_3077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazy mornings and hanging out in jammies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v5UNG6SI/AAAAAAAABsk/PeJGLze56io/s1600/IMG_3088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930028141275426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95v5UNG6SI/AAAAAAAABsk/PeJGLze56io/s400/IMG_3088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chubby-cheeked smiles from a girl who now wears panties to bed and not diapers! She is 100% potty trained! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u205-13I/AAAAAAAABsU/p3NIL0yoAQQ/s1600/IMG_3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466928885868189554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u205-13I/AAAAAAAABsU/p3NIL0yoAQQ/s400/IMG_3090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty little girl ready to go to preschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u2qxA3xI/AAAAAAAABsM/vhNn506cQYU/s1600/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466928883146219282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u2qxA3xI/AAAAAAAABsM/vhNn506cQYU/s400/IMG_3119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cookie making and great ideas... Pierson in the sink works better than in the Bumbo- he could be by us, he didn't get uncomfortable, he couldn't reach everything, and he didn't take up counter space PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u2EO-fTI/AAAAAAAABsE/TeS7w4oQi70/s1600/IMG_3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466928872802909490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u2EO-fTI/AAAAAAAABsE/TeS7w4oQi70/s400/IMG_3123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest messy silly face and pretty baby blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u1tLRYrI/AAAAAAAABr8/BWuX0sF-5qk/s1600/IMG_3126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466928866613355186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95u1tLRYrI/AAAAAAAABr8/BWuX0sF-5qk/s400/IMG_3126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-1021842533685869711?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1021842533685869711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1021842533685869711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1021842533685869711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1021842533685869711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/05/april-brought.html' title='April Brought...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S95ygrtVxKI/AAAAAAAABt8/xW7GK-mgELM/s72-c/IMG_3040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-552911563963674871</id><published>2010-04-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:55:34.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>Avery and Pierson woke up really happy on Saturday excited for the Easter weekend to be here.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86O4ypCshI/AAAAAAAABr0/_vZQ_O4zV00/s1600/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462460504364724754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86O4ypCshI/AAAAAAAABr0/_vZQ_O4zV00/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had an Easter egg hunt early Saturday afternoon for the neighborhood kids. We thought there were going to be 6 kids and bought candy accordingly but it turned out to be just these two and E, who was not even a year yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86O4A2pduI/AAAAAAAABrs/I4piNIjNCfc/s1600/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462460491000018658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86O4A2pduI/AAAAAAAABrs/I4piNIjNCfc/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Avery and S had lots of Easter eggs to find! They loved it because they found eggs at the same pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NMCb8VrI/AAAAAAAABrk/hA-z3FjGngg/s1600/IMG_2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462458635999008434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NMCb8VrI/AAAAAAAABrk/hA-z3FjGngg/s400/IMG_2950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery finally got the hang of Easter egg hunts by this time (she went to a &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/pa/display/0,17884,4647-1,00.html"&gt;Primary&lt;/a&gt; activity with Michael and didn't quite grasp it) and found lots of eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NLjrEmLI/AAAAAAAABrc/YE-qHOGRbCE/s1600/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462458627740965042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NLjrEmLI/AAAAAAAABrc/YE-qHOGRbCE/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the Easter egg hunters with all their loot. Aren't they just so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NLFGr98I/AAAAAAAABrU/HYfkop_-Fk4/s1600/IMG_2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462458619535292354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NLFGr98I/AAAAAAAABrU/HYfkop_-Fk4/s400/IMG_2980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pierson was taking a nap during the hunting action, but woke up to see the end results and to flash us this handsome smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NJ-sf5OI/AAAAAAAABrE/ULwkWuMF_tY/s1600/IMG_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462458600634967266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86NJ-sf5OI/AAAAAAAABrE/ULwkWuMF_tY/s400/IMG_2991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday we went to a friend's house in between &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/gc/0,5161,9080,00.html"&gt;Conference &lt;/a&gt;sessions and ate lunch and had yet another Easter egg hunt. Avery got to search for the same eggs she found the day before :) I love having little kids!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LL5bYXHI/AAAAAAAABq8/bdL2bzk-aBw/s1600/IMG_3007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462456434557475954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LL5bYXHI/AAAAAAAABq8/bdL2bzk-aBw/s400/IMG_3007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P and me! We were having fun watching all the kids scramble around trying to find eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LLUabNqI/AAAAAAAABq0/IM9OfGN4KZE/s1600/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462456424621356706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LLUabNqI/AAAAAAAABq0/IM9OfGN4KZE/s400/IMG_3011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ave and Michael after the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LK6GWGSI/AAAAAAAABqs/sS49IknlPvs/s1600/IMG_3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462456417557813538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LK6GWGSI/AAAAAAAABqs/sS49IknlPvs/s400/IMG_3013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is sadly the best picture I got of these two on Easter. For some reason our family was not great picture takers that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LKNvGx4I/AAAAAAAABqk/0CZTC7ZNXqM/s1600/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462456405649180546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LKNvGx4I/AAAAAAAABqk/0CZTC7ZNXqM/s400/IMG_3018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My point exactly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LJlKaB2I/AAAAAAAABqc/Y0pkMRz6Xn4/s1600/IMG_3021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462456394757834594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86LJlKaB2I/AAAAAAAABqc/Y0pkMRz6Xn4/s400/IMG_3021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But at least we all are together in the picture, right? Who cares if we aren't looking and if we are we look goofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really had a great weekend and felt really blessed to be able to hear the prophet and apostles speak of Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. I am so grateful for the sacrifice Christ made in my behalf. I hope that I can remember Him a little more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, this video of Pierson is funny. Now we know where his tree trunk legs come from!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d09bf4efce98053f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd09bf4efce98053f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D170103BD49C5C1A50E930F393BB09A8ABD946191.84DF0E3632D30E6CB1E2C9EF7EB3FB1151D15D45%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd09bf4efce98053f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhQ7CKhKlDyWhZzvwwybg2DPSWKw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd09bf4efce98053f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D170103BD49C5C1A50E930F393BB09A8ABD946191.84DF0E3632D30E6CB1E2C9EF7EB3FB1151D15D45%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd09bf4efce98053f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhQ7CKhKlDyWhZzvwwybg2DPSWKw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-552911563963674871?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/552911563963674871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=552911563963674871&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/552911563963674871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/552911563963674871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S86O4ypCshI/AAAAAAAABr0/_vZQ_O4zV00/s72-c/IMG_2935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1506807840275516836</id><published>2010-04-08T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:40:10.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of...</title><content type='html'>a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 6 month old&lt;/span&gt;! Pierson eats a delicious breakfast of peaches and oatmeal that he throws up all over mom. Maybe it wasn't so delicious...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77Hes8QOXI/AAAAAAAABqU/LT-vIHazwRI/s1600/IMG_3027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458019128693504370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77Hes8QOXI/AAAAAAAABqU/LT-vIHazwRI/s400/IMG_3027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then you get so messy that you have to take a bath while Mom cleans up breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77HeIWfs4I/AAAAAAAABqM/X5ma8jO-4x8/s1600/IMG_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458019118871458690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77HeIWfs4I/AAAAAAAABqM/X5ma8jO-4x8/s400/IMG_3029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then you get dressed and look super cute so mom will give you tons of kisses and attention, sometimes too much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77HdQ1YIYI/AAAAAAAABqE/OPGcU3hm_fY/s1600/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458019103968600450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77HdQ1YIYI/AAAAAAAABqE/OPGcU3hm_fY/s400/IMG_3033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then after taking a wonderful nap you go and play with your besties and talk about your crazy moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77Hc838n-I/AAAAAAAABp8/au0OdSkZms0/s1600/IMG_3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458019098610671586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77Hc838n-I/AAAAAAAABp8/au0OdSkZms0/s400/IMG_3037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then mom gets too wrapped up in the day to take pictures of much else... whoops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierson is a big healthy baby! The doc was impressed with his size, as are most people :) I mean look at those knees and thighs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierson has totally found his voice these past couple days. He has always babbled and talked but lately he has been talking louder and yelling at points. He will screech in excitement too. It is pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierson can roll both ways now and soon I am sure he will be making his way all over the floor. He still is toothless. He still doesn't sleep all the way through the night... but he does take good naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierson is such a happy baby. The kid is so mellow and will just hang out most of the time. If you give him attention he will smile and coo and even screech at you. He is just so darn cute and happy and we love him to pieces!&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/7321573358681066274-1506807840275516836?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1506807840275516836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1506807840275516836&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1506807840275516836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1506807840275516836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-in-life-of.html' title='A day in the life of...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S77Hes8QOXI/AAAAAAAABqU/LT-vIHazwRI/s72-c/IMG_3027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6755120025023943137</id><published>2010-04-01T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:30:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays in 2010</title><content type='html'>My mom made a goal this year to take a picture of the family every Sunday so I decided that I would try to as well. I haven't been super great at it but I have taken quite a few. I just forget to post them. So here is pictures of our family from this past Sunday to the very first Sunday of January.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WKC3KHhzI/AAAAAAAABpk/4SEqhbQg24U/s1600/March2010+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455418305399981874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WKC3KHhzI/AAAAAAAABpk/4SEqhbQg24U/s400/March2010+154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and Pierson were the only ones captured this past Sunday. I think Avery was asleep by this point. aren't they both so handsome. Man I love those boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WKCAFlYxI/AAAAAAAABpc/DZEB-3dOsw4/s1600/March2010+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455418290617017106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WKCAFlYxI/AAAAAAAABpc/DZEB-3dOsw4/s400/March2010+144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the babes the week before. I love Avery's headband she made in nursery. Those flowers are still alive: aren't you proud?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WKB2iEpkI/AAAAAAAABpU/6QiwXfNV4qk/s1600/March2010+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455418288052151874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WKB2iEpkI/AAAAAAAABpU/6QiwXfNV4qk/s400/March2010+146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this picture. These two seriously love each other so much. They both giggle when they hear each other come into a room and love giving loves to one another. It makes me so happy to see them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIYgc3TwI/AAAAAAAABo8/bR3gq5TGtys/s1600/March2010+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455416478238461698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIYgc3TwI/AAAAAAAABo8/bR3gq5TGtys/s400/March2010+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Pierson's pants look dorky in this picture but he looked so cute that day! This was taken later in the night so we are all looking a little scraggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIYdP-m9I/AAAAAAAABo0/G0QGsED5Lts/s1600/March2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455416477379107794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIYdP-m9I/AAAAAAAABo0/G0QGsED5Lts/s400/March2010+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only Pierson and I made this picture because we were in UTAH! Poor Ave and Dad stayed back home. It was pretty cold that day, it was the first Sunday in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIX5TXXyI/AAAAAAAABos/fviSD4TRdoI/s1600/February2010+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455416467729637154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIX5TXXyI/AAAAAAAABos/fviSD4TRdoI/s400/February2010+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A wonderful picture taken by Avery. If I leave the camera out even for a millisecond she is begging for it and taking shots left and right. Surprisingly, this one isn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIXaLGvII/AAAAAAAABok/Z0X3P20ReFI/s1600/February2010+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455416459373493378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIXaLGvII/AAAAAAAABok/Z0X3P20ReFI/s400/February2010+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me and my baby girl! I just think she is so darn cute and her personality makes her even cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIXItkZHI/AAAAAAAABoc/mO_n0KgPuZU/s1600/February2010+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455416454686205042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WIXItkZHI/AAAAAAAABoc/mO_n0KgPuZU/s400/February2010+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's P and I on the same Sunday. He was looking mighty handsome right before his nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFbQiaNkI/AAAAAAAABoU/OjRfthB21tQ/s1600/February2010+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455413226971477570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFbQiaNkI/AAAAAAAABoU/OjRfthB21tQ/s400/February2010+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Valentine's day. We had a romantic dinner with the missionaries over and everything, jk! Pierson barely fit in his blazer. There was barely room for movement in there. Avery looks as beautiful as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFa_NEQaI/AAAAAAAABoM/mokf-zIl52w/s1600/February2010+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455413222318555554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFa_NEQaI/AAAAAAAABoM/mokf-zIl52w/s400/February2010+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the week before. Can you tell Avery is scared of falling and Pierson is none the wiser? Cute babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFaqyJIyI/AAAAAAAABoE/7Sp3F7krr_M/s1600/February2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455413216836920098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFaqyJIyI/AAAAAAAABoE/7Sp3F7krr_M/s400/February2010+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nap time was desperately needed in this picture but I atleast got it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFaGgA5jI/AAAAAAAABn8/k9d2sA19I6o/s1600/January+2010+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455413207097206322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFaGgA5jI/AAAAAAAABn8/k9d2sA19I6o/s400/January+2010+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken sometime in January, I think towards the end. Look how much looser the khakis are on Pierson compared to the earlier shots :) He is one growing boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFYj-Ru4I/AAAAAAAABn0/enKHMEX8JMw/s1600/DSCN0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455413180649028482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WFYj-Ru4I/AAAAAAAABn0/enKHMEX8JMw/s400/DSCN0566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the first week in January at Pierson's blessing. I didn't do too bad so far. Maybe in April I will take a picture of every Sunday... MAYBE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6755120025023943137?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6755120025023943137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6755120025023943137&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6755120025023943137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6755120025023943137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/04/sundays-in-2010.html' title='Sundays in 2010'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S7WKC3KHhzI/AAAAAAAABpk/4SEqhbQg24U/s72-c/March2010+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1290380332049118108</id><published>2010-03-02T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:44:58.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tricks</title><content type='html'>He's been getting better this past week about sitting up! He's not great, but he has done up to 15 minutes! His balance usually gets thrown off by his sister, whether because she knocks him over or he tries to follow her and she goes all over the place and so he just gives up. But he has been doing pretty good. Avery sat at 5 months so he is right there with his sissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S44DGl2CD9I/AAAAAAAABnk/y8TTJZcmU0w/s1600-h/March2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444292411310346194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S44DGl2CD9I/AAAAAAAABnk/y8TTJZcmU0w/s400/March2010+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a video of our little buddy boo being all tricky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-875a8cea1bc277cc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D875a8cea1bc277cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22BC7B7F979AF5C191E2D099059A73AAEE72081A.8362B72BB30AC06BF4EDDC193398854EE800FD96%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D875a8cea1bc277cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5O1P8DDcLH5HxF9Q7hgWt0-_dhU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D875a8cea1bc277cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22BC7B7F979AF5C191E2D099059A73AAEE72081A.8362B72BB30AC06BF4EDDC193398854EE800FD96%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D875a8cea1bc277cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5O1P8DDcLH5HxF9Q7hgWt0-_dhU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-1290380332049118108?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1290380332049118108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1290380332049118108&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1290380332049118108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1290380332049118108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-tricks.html' title='New Tricks'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S44DGl2CD9I/AAAAAAAABnk/y8TTJZcmU0w/s72-c/March2010+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-806870396120511922</id><published>2010-03-02T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:33:37.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Swimming Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S44CoacLCwI/AAAAAAAABnc/jxlxPHQ7fAU/s1600-h/February2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444291892853017346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S44CoacLCwI/AAAAAAAABnc/jxlxPHQ7fAU/s400/February2010+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She even had tanlines afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-806870396120511922?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/806870396120511922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=806870396120511922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/806870396120511922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/806870396120511922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-swimming-avery.html' title='Little Swimming Avery'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S44CoacLCwI/AAAAAAAABnc/jxlxPHQ7fAU/s72-c/February2010+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1222099536522642455</id><published>2010-02-27T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:20:47.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaworld</title><content type='html'>All the news on Seaworld reminded me that I haven't posted about our trip there yet. We went mid-January and thankfully the whales only did tricks that day. We started the day watching the killer whales and oohed and aahed at all the cool flips and splashes they did. It was a really cool show and I am really sad for the trainer that lost her life. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4milbtOidI/AAAAAAAABnU/wwU1kPBo8Nk/s1600-h/January+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443060388630268370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4milbtOidI/AAAAAAAABnU/wwU1kPBo8Nk/s320/January+2010+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met up with some of our favorite people in the world the Andrews! Kate was one of Avery's first best friends (along with cousin Brooklyn) and so it was so fun to see them again. Here are those little missies at the seal show. It was pretty funny and really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mik9Dt_8I/AAAAAAAABnM/hzg34v1dSIU/s1600-h/January+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443060380403105730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mik9Dt_8I/AAAAAAAABnM/hzg34v1dSIU/s320/January+2010+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a really big play park that Michael and Avery had a blast on. I think Michael had even more fun that what Avery did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mikNifgbI/AAAAAAAABnE/pO_RuFiBRV4/s1600-h/January+2010+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443060367647277490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mikNifgbI/AAAAAAAABnE/pO_RuFiBRV4/s320/January+2010+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the whole clan (minus Michael) before we went and saw the penguins. I have to say out of all the animals I feel the worst for the penguins. They just looked so sad standing there and there were so many of them!  I think Happy Feet made me feel even worse for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mijhec50I/AAAAAAAABm8/ZA7y8A11gCc/s1600-h/January+2010+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443060355819169602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mijhec50I/AAAAAAAABm8/ZA7y8A11gCc/s320/January+2010+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery loved the sharks. She will still talk to us about them to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mijLkYnVI/AAAAAAAABm0/poAzA35FkF0/s1600-h/January+2010+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443060349938474322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4mijLkYnVI/AAAAAAAABm0/poAzA35FkF0/s320/January+2010+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to feed Pierson before we left so we decided to go and watch the Shamu Show one more time. It was just as good as the first time. We left a little early from the show and started our trip home. It was a really fun day! And now we have Seaworld passes so if you come and visit us we will take you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and a side note. On our way to Seaworld Avery got carsick! All of the sudden she got really fussy and then she just puked every where. Ick. I hate puke so I was gagging as I was cleaning it up and we were trying to find somewhere to buy her a new shirt. We had to go out of the way a little bit and as Avery started barfing again I told Mike to forget it and just get us to Seaworld. She just wore her jacket with nothing under, but it worked and she felt fine once out of the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-1222099536522642455?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1222099536522642455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1222099536522642455&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1222099536522642455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1222099536522642455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/02/seaworld.html' title='Seaworld'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4milbtOidI/AAAAAAAABnU/wwU1kPBo8Nk/s72-c/January+2010+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5927528715996047581</id><published>2010-02-25T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:27:42.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierson's Blessing II</title><content type='html'>Well I am FINALLY getting to the beginning of January. I am so darn behind it isn't even funny. I like to tell myself that if I had a computer during the day then I would be better about blogging. It's just another thing I have to add to my night and it usually doesn't take precedence. But I will try to be better. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d-zrlU7aI/AAAAAAAABms/r9PodDw6pDk/s1600-h/January+2010+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442458101038247330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d-zrlU7aI/AAAAAAAABms/r9PodDw6pDk/s320/January+2010+301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am excited to post about Pierson's blessing because it was such a great weekend. Grandma Adams came into town to make it even better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d-y_8URSI/AAAAAAAABmk/-ZWn5ScTvXg/s1600-h/January+2010+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442458089323513122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d-y_8URSI/AAAAAAAABmk/-ZWn5ScTvXg/s320/January+2010+138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe these chubby legs! I love them. I am so glad that we live in California because if we lived anywhere else, Pierson wearing Michael's short sleeved romper wouldn't have worked as well. It was really warm that weekend too. I think it was high 60s maybe even low 70s that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d8ra-110I/AAAAAAAABmM/l5w26aONKOI/s1600-h/January+2010+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442455760119650114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d8ra-110I/AAAAAAAABmM/l5w26aONKOI/s320/January+2010+137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Pierson looks so darn cute with the boy bonnet on. Makes his cheeks stand out even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d8q8iRHlI/AAAAAAAABmE/t9Z2wxv-A04/s1600-h/DSCN0559+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442455751946739282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d8q8iRHlI/AAAAAAAABmE/t9Z2wxv-A04/s320/DSCN0559+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't give Pierson all the attention! Avery wanted to be part of all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d683cq5DI/AAAAAAAABl8/euEBoDQ_YhY/s1600-h/DSCN0561+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442453860795474994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d683cq5DI/AAAAAAAABl8/euEBoDQ_YhY/s320/DSCN0561+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma A knitted this sweater for Pierson. She said that she started it and it wasn't working so she stopped but then decided last minute to bring it in case she was bored. Well it was perfect because she finished it the day before he was blessed and it looked so cute. I was searching for a light blue sweater before I knew she was making one so I was really excited to have handmade one from our very own Grandma. It'll be one of Pierson's first heirlooms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d68YaWM3I/AAAAAAAABl0/DaQ-F4RIOjY/s1600-h/DSCN0564+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442453852464231282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d68YaWM3I/AAAAAAAABl0/DaQ-F4RIOjY/s320/DSCN0564+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good looking crew! I was of course trying to throw myself together at this point so they took family pictures without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d67zr92-I/AAAAAAAABls/p71-v6GK-68/s1600-h/January+2010+310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442453842606021602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d67zr92-I/AAAAAAAABls/p71-v6GK-68/s320/January+2010+310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At church, after the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d5yphIikI/AAAAAAAABlk/doLYZtJNXWs/s1600-h/DSCN0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442452585745779266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d5yphIikI/AAAAAAAABlk/doLYZtJNXWs/s320/DSCN0567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunny skies = squinty eyes, but at least we are all looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d5Y5zukjI/AAAAAAAABlc/OxDL4LdmIjI/s1600-h/DSCN0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442452143442137650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d5Y5zukjI/AAAAAAAABlc/OxDL4LdmIjI/s320/DSCN0542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Grandma was here we decided to go to the beach. We went and got In-n-Out and then headed to Newport Beach. It was so warm and sunny, you would have never guessed it was the first weekend of January. It was 70 degrees! Grandma made sure to call the Idahoans to tell them how great the weather was. They were busy building snowmen while we were sticking our toes in the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d5CGfTH3I/AAAAAAAABlU/Jx0HYflVW9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442451751709122418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d5CGfTH3I/AAAAAAAABlU/Jx0HYflVW9Y/s320/DSCN0533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are just so cute together. It makes my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d4u_t43-I/AAAAAAAABlM/IPgBQ5eYHyA/s1600-h/DSCN0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442451423473754082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d4u_t43-I/AAAAAAAABlM/IPgBQ5eYHyA/s320/DSCN0538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Avery running from the waves. Avery loves running from the waves, it is her favorite thing to do at the beach, and its even better when Grandma is holding your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d4alP0z9I/AAAAAAAABlE/9cFtZBHKRZM/s1600-h/DSCN0546+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442451072770953170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d4alP0z9I/AAAAAAAABlE/9cFtZBHKRZM/s320/DSCN0546+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry Pierson can breathe, I just didn't want him to get sunburned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d4HMTz7bI/AAAAAAAABk8/I5_MNHUVboU/s1600-h/DSCN0540+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442450739659271602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d4HMTz7bI/AAAAAAAABk8/I5_MNHUVboU/s320/DSCN0540+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little family picture. I sure do love Michael and our babies. Life just doesn't get much better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d3v9Sj3KI/AAAAAAAABk0/z59BzaTJyl0/s1600-h/January+2010+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442450340490501282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d3v9Sj3KI/AAAAAAAABk0/z59BzaTJyl0/s320/January+2010+312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Grandma and the babes right before she left on Monday. We were so glad that she came down and shared this special time with us. Family really means a lot and we are so grateful to have such wonderful family. Thanks Grandma for the really fun weekend (two months later)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5927528715996047581?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5927528715996047581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5927528715996047581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5927528715996047581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5927528715996047581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/02/piersons-blessing-ii.html' title='Pierson&apos;s Blessing II'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S4d-zrlU7aI/AAAAAAAABms/r9PodDw6pDk/s72-c/January+2010+301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7815089741874698753</id><published>2010-02-14T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:43:54.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierson's Blessing</title><content type='html'>Aww! I bet he looks just like his daddy did 26 years ago (but maybe a little chubbier)...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S3j-Xgx__BI/AAAAAAAABkE/sz3FTSqNzEA/s1600-h/DSCN0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438376229939969042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S3j-Xgx__BI/AAAAAAAABkE/sz3FTSqNzEA/s320/DSCN0558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW this happened over a month ago! I am so behind. FOr some reason I just never feel like blogging. Probably because I am SO behind. I have so many great things to blog about too. I'll be better.... hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except I tried to upload more pictures of Pierson's blessing day and it won't work! I am about to throw the computer across the room and I don't think I should write anymore because I am definitely not thinking nice things. Dumb computers... I guess in this case it's dumb internet. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't posted in a while BUT look forward to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;more pics of Pierson's blessing... he wore Michael's outfit and was just too cute in it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a warm sunny January day at the beach with Mom Adams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avery and her BFF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SUnday pictures for the whole month of Feb plus more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pierson giggling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming in February (jealous anyone?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and many more exciting pictures and stories about our family... I am SO behind!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super exciting, right?! Have faith in me people, I will start posting more. One day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7815089741874698753?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7815089741874698753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7815089741874698753&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7815089741874698753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7815089741874698753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/02/piersons-blessing.html' title='Pierson&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S3j-Xgx__BI/AAAAAAAABkE/sz3FTSqNzEA/s72-c/DSCN0558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-8261371539303207501</id><published>2010-01-31T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:46:22.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Here's my babies looking all cute after church. We took a ton of pictures and this is the only one where they are both looking with normal facial expressions. My thighs were burning so the photo session came to a halt. I should probably do that daily so i'll have some hot thighs for the summer. Yeah right :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S2aBaAfsFAI/AAAAAAAABj8/GioPXZOYL8s/s1600-h/January+2010+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433172284278576130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S2aBaAfsFAI/AAAAAAAABj8/GioPXZOYL8s/s320/January+2010+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so this video is pretty long but the end result is really exciting! We have been counting with Ave for a while now but she was always very sure that she knew how to count and we didn't so she would say whatever number she wanted and if we corrected her she would say "no! 1 2 1 or 1 2 6" or whatever order she decided the numbers should go in. But while I was gone this weekend Mike said she counted to 6 for him no problem and tonight we got her to count to 10! We were really excited and so we of course had to get it on video (luckily she let us)! Oh and the beginning is her thinking. When we go shopping or have a decision to make she'll go "hmmm, yet me tink" and tap her cheek. I absolutely love it. She's being silly doing it here but its so cute when she's serious. Enjoy the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="358" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b78180a5634bb3df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db78180a5634bb3df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A280938EE628EB704B273C0E245644AE14C3A5B.13B3330F8B94B68DA2906EFAB1CCA7E70F74C3E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db78180a5634bb3df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DirutyhLaRQ-TmffBuoPgiHSHtFU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="450" height="358" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db78180a5634bb3df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A280938EE628EB704B273C0E245644AE14C3A5B.13B3330F8B94B68DA2906EFAB1CCA7E70F74C3E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db78180a5634bb3df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DirutyhLaRQ-TmffBuoPgiHSHtFU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-8261371539303207501?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/8261371539303207501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=8261371539303207501&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8261371539303207501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8261371539303207501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S2aBaAfsFAI/AAAAAAAABj8/GioPXZOYL8s/s72-c/January+2010+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7794604917238409299</id><published>2010-01-26T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:34:51.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Crazy</title><content type='html'>Super crazy. Avery just learned a week ago (from a book... funny what they pick up) how to make a silly face and will just randomly do it and giggle. I love her.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S1_s_z7xGoI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pd_D7JCEY9A/s1600-h/January+2010+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431320256648911490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S1_s_z7xGoI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pd_D7JCEY9A/s320/January+2010+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson of course needs help making his silly face. Avery and I were laughing so hard everytime she did it. Pierson looks a bit disgruntled in this picture but he honestly did not let out a squeal. He just kept looking at us with huge eyes that say "What is your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S1_s_b0LKMI/AAAAAAAABjs/earA2XpI8ZU/s1600-h/January+2010+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431320250174613698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S1_s_b0LKMI/AAAAAAAABjs/earA2XpI8ZU/s320/January+2010+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the video, but just know it is way better in person. If you come visit us we'll do it for you! And if you'r really lucky Avery will do it to you... jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8cdd6fb4121993cb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8cdd6fb4121993cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8075A600256D76CC028B58B037F4186A4C0D6852.5B368FDBD3114EF41EEF61DDE1A0EEF3585B072%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8cdd6fb4121993cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1ex5dNPZvUXsGCXkLEMw9itTAAE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8cdd6fb4121993cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8075A600256D76CC028B58B037F4186A4C0D6852.5B368FDBD3114EF41EEF61DDE1A0EEF3585B072%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8cdd6fb4121993cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1ex5dNPZvUXsGCXkLEMw9itTAAE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7794604917238409299?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7794604917238409299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7794604917238409299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7794604917238409299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7794604917238409299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-crazy.html' title='We&apos;re Crazy'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S1_s_z7xGoI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pd_D7JCEY9A/s72-c/January+2010+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6250538650421248120</id><published>2010-01-14T00:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:26:36.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This little guy has won over my heart. After having Avery I was so afraid that another baby wouldn't match up to her happiness and sleeping abilities, but Pierson is just as good if not better than Ave was. He is also cuddly (Ave wasnt) and happier in swings, vibrating chairs, and other things I use to distract him which Avery never liked. I seriously couldn't have asked for a better 2nd baby. I love him with all my heart and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07QjltpDFI/AAAAAAAABjU/CSDnnkn3-zM/s1600-h/January+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426503910865570898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07QjltpDFI/AAAAAAAABjU/CSDnnkn3-zM/s320/January+2010+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is 3 months old! TIme flies. This kid is bigger than most 6 month olds. He topped the scale today at 16lbs 15 oz. He was also 25 in long. He totally skipped the 3-6 month stage in clothes I feel like. One day he was in newborn clothes and now I can put him in 6-9 months. AAHH. Slow down baby, I want you as a baby for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we decided to put together a gingerbread house. We bought one at the beginning of December and never did it so I returned it and then got this one free at the breadrun. Lucky us. Don't mind my really hot look- explaining how to achieve it would take a whole other blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07Qi5C_mUI/AAAAAAAABjM/GwA0MraKnz4/s1600-h/January+2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426503898875533634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07Qi5C_mUI/AAAAAAAABjM/GwA0MraKnz4/s320/January+2010+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery has taken a real liking to her daddy. She has always loved him no doubt, but she would always want mom. These days she cries for daddy, gets so super excited when he comes home, and wants all of his attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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_5426647727264832882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S09TWzjNHXI/AAAAAAAABjk/8kzejmIG-W0/s320/January+2010+008.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Ave in the process of putting candy all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07Qh1_PckI/AAAAAAAABi8/aBk8ZQtHjj4/s1600-h/January+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426503880874619458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07Qh1_PckI/AAAAAAAABi8/aBk8ZQtHjj4/s320/January+2010+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the start of the house... my pictures won't move around so this picture story is backwards. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed our night because we sure did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07QgmxITkI/AAAAAAAABi0/hMEtHCFQZic/s1600-h/January+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426503859609030210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07QgmxITkI/AAAAAAAABi0/hMEtHCFQZic/s320/January+2010+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still have so much blogging to catch up on but I decided that I'll do a little of the present in middle of all of the past blogs... makes it exciting, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6250538650421248120?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6250538650421248120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6250538650421248120&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6250538650421248120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6250538650421248120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/us-tonight.html' title='Us Tonight'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S07QjltpDFI/AAAAAAAABjU/CSDnnkn3-zM/s72-c/January+2010+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-3504234650179065233</id><published>2010-01-09T23:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:16:32.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix, AZ</title><content type='html'>Two days after Christmas we decided to pack up our car and babies and head to AZ to see some of our favorite people The drive wasn't too bad... looking back on it. Actually the kids were absolutely amazing on the trip there and back, I just forgot how much I don't life traveling. Anyways on to more exciting things:&lt;br /&gt;Mike's sister's family moved to Phoenix the day after Christmas. We are sooo excited that they are only a 5 hour drive away. Now if we can just get the rest of the family to move there (or here :) ) Michael was outside and saw Austin and Avery (un)raking the leaves together. They had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mHzWBVx2I/AAAAAAAABis/4Am0OGcRHxs/s1600-h/January+2010+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425016542298752866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mHzWBVx2I/AAAAAAAABis/4Am0OGcRHxs/s320/January+2010+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only reason to rake leaves in a pile is to jump into it! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mHy_BhSII/AAAAAAAABik/GnkiyeJAvz4/s1600-h/January+2010+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425016536125491330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mHy_BhSII/AAAAAAAABik/GnkiyeJAvz4/s320/January+2010+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Holden and Nicholas with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mHyDVInMI/AAAAAAAABic/uDRll5_FrIE/s1600-h/January+2010+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425016520101633218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mHyDVInMI/AAAAAAAABic/uDRll5_FrIE/s320/January+2010+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael's other sister, Natalie and family, was down in Phoenix for a family reunion  so we were able to see them for a little while too. So darn fun! Here is little Annie and Avery. They are only 6 months apart and will hopefully be best cousins growing up. (It was so hard to get them to both look and smile. This was the best shot I got.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGwbkeNLI/AAAAAAAABiM/JIvW_-fnuzY/s1600-h/January+2010+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425015392737047730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGwbkeNLI/AAAAAAAABiM/JIvW_-fnuzY/s320/January+2010+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Pierson, Michael, Luke, Avery, Joshua, Annie, and James in a photo shoot. I seriously took so many pictures and this is the closest I got to everyone smiling and looking. I've oficially decided that seven kids would be hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGwGYAHNI/AAAAAAAABiE/aXSx46htpAE/s1600-h/January+2010+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425015387047599314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGwGYAHNI/AAAAAAAABiE/aXSx46htpAE/s320/January+2010+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in AZ we also went and visited Derek and Monica, one of Mike's bffs. We spent anight with them and they were so cute and had everything ready for us when we got there and made the yummiest breakfast for us the next morning (or should I say Monica did). Thanks guys for a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGvpVwXuI/AAAAAAAABh8/qkWMDY4I8VQ/s1600-h/January+2010+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425015379253550818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGvpVwXuI/AAAAAAAABh8/qkWMDY4I8VQ/s320/January+2010+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way home. Doesn't Avery just look so excited to be in the car? I am so glad that we have a car with a dvd player. We watched Dora the Explorer for a good portion of the ride home. Since then we only talk of Swiper the fox and how he stole the necklace and threw it on top of star mountain. Oh and then how we use a rope to get up there. Avery will go up to neighbors and say "swiper take necklace" mumble mumble "throw it on star mountain" mumble mumble "we need a rope". Or "Swiper no swiping.... oh man!" It has been really exciting here at the Adams' household if you can't tell. If you want to play Dora, come on over cause Avery is BOots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGvdVtDpI/AAAAAAAABh0/uTqnj_R-R84/s1600-h/January+2010+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425015376032108178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGvdVtDpI/AAAAAAAABh0/uTqnj_R-R84/s320/January+2010+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He  has no idea what's in store for him. Luckily he slept 3/4 of the time. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGu45R_ZI/AAAAAAAABhs/laqygMngw7o/s1600-h/January+2010+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425015366249217426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mGu45R_ZI/AAAAAAAABhs/laqygMngw7o/s320/January+2010+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it back in time for Michael to get a day of work in before his mom came on New YEar's Eve, but that is another post another day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-3504234650179065233?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/3504234650179065233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=3504234650179065233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3504234650179065233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3504234650179065233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/phoenix-az.html' title='Phoenix, AZ'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mHzWBVx2I/AAAAAAAABis/4Am0OGcRHxs/s72-c/January+2010+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7664175441142025334</id><published>2010-01-09T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:42:08.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cookies for Santa equals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Do you like Avery's one-eyed gingerbread man or what)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mB0g_vsfI/AAAAAAAABhk/CZ7Itgl8uY0/s1600-h/January+2010+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425009965354955250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mB0g_vsfI/AAAAAAAABhk/CZ7Itgl8uY0/s320/January+2010+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presents under the tree for a really cute little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that equals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mB0N9FitI/AAAAAAAABhc/14Av0c2mKT4/s1600-h/January+2010+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425009960243530450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mB0N9FitI/AAAAAAAABhc/14Av0c2mKT4/s320/January+2010+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A super cute dressed up Avery that was soooo excited to take her scooter outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mBz_d8YdI/AAAAAAAABhU/4HsEyesvV7w/s1600-h/January+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425009956354810322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mBz_d8YdI/AAAAAAAABhU/4HsEyesvV7w/s320/January+2010+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pop star Avery... super diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAygLRHnI/AAAAAAAABhM/YgK1mqJ68VE/s1600-h/January+2010+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425008831263481458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAygLRHnI/AAAAAAAABhM/YgK1mqJ68VE/s320/January+2010+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made cinnamon rolls for neighbors on Christmas morning (what was I thinking) so Avery had to just play with her stocking stuffers (like I did growing up... we were late present openers). Michael (especially) and Avery kept bugging me every 5 minutes to open presents. Finally, we were able to open them and everybody was really excited. I got a new sewing machine (yay!) and Michael got a surf board/wet suit and his favorite... a Makita tool set (thanks David!). Avery and Pierson got a lot of toys to make our life more exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAyeFO9RI/AAAAAAAABhE/CBgPfGvkqH0/s1600-h/January+2010+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425008830701303058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAyeFO9RI/AAAAAAAABhE/CBgPfGvkqH0/s320/January+2010+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Michael's aunt Marcia's house for Christmas dinner. It was so so yummy. It topped a perfect Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAxway4II/AAAAAAAABg8/cuhDq_kURbQ/s1600-h/January+2010+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425008818443706498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAxway4II/AAAAAAAABg8/cuhDq_kURbQ/s320/January+2010+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprise Pierson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAxVujy8I/AAAAAAAABg0/q7TYEfc9u18/s1600-h/January+2010+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425008811278846914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAxVujy8I/AAAAAAAABg0/q7TYEfc9u18/s320/January+2010+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giggly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAxHvPpXI/AAAAAAAABgs/otiMZ_DWb1E/s1600-h/January+2010+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425008807523624306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mAxHvPpXI/AAAAAAAABgs/otiMZ_DWb1E/s320/January+2010+078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery and Pierson Christmas 2009. Ah, the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7664175441142025334?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7664175441142025334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7664175441142025334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7664175441142025334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7664175441142025334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0mB0g_vsfI/AAAAAAAABhk/CZ7Itgl8uY0/s72-c/January+2010+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5912243545517246878</id><published>2010-01-09T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:44:25.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made the decision to stay at home this Christmas after much, much debating. We were sad not to be with family but we had a great Christmas anyways. Rob and Kari, our family bff, invited us to hang out with them, and so we did!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hADXbHvYI/AAAAAAAABgk/-p7wr5-ZUFk/s1600-h/January+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656177739316610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hADXbHvYI/AAAAAAAABgk/-p7wr5-ZUFk/s320/January+2010+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve Family Picture 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hAC5ltVFI/AAAAAAAABgc/gb-WMdPvxGU/s1600-h/January+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656169730659410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hAC5ltVFI/AAAAAAAABgc/gb-WMdPvxGU/s320/January+2010+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The really cute kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hACU-LqSI/AAAAAAAABgU/mZB_U8DZ4nM/s1600-h/January+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656159901198626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hACU-LqSI/AAAAAAAABgU/mZB_U8DZ4nM/s320/January+2010+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super sweet baby Pierson (and baby Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hACEXrohI/AAAAAAAABgM/RqmKtOsWybY/s1600-h/January+2010+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656155444748818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hACEXrohI/AAAAAAAABgM/RqmKtOsWybY/s320/January+2010+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hABu0OGvI/AAAAAAAABgE/-kM6yTSJ-nk/s1600-h/January+2010+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656149658868466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hABu0OGvI/AAAAAAAABgE/-kM6yTSJ-nk/s320/January+2010+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our forever adorable Avery (with a messy mouth and lopsided pigtails)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5912243545517246878?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5912243545517246878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5912243545517246878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5912243545517246878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5912243545517246878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0hADXbHvYI/AAAAAAAABgk/-p7wr5-ZUFk/s72-c/January+2010+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1216275964683853941</id><published>2010-01-09T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:31:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Besties: Old and New!</title><content type='html'>The week before Christmas Brittney, my dear old friend from BYU, came to visit for a couple of days with her baby James while Sam her hub was on a ski trip. It was soooo much fun and I wish wish wish that Brittney was my neighbor. We would have so much fun together and so would our boys. Here they are!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8FV148qI/AAAAAAAABf8/qF1BtxnhtWg/s1600-h/January+2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424651813627949730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8FV148qI/AAAAAAAABf8/qF1BtxnhtWg/s320/January+2010+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittney and I are going to frame these pictures for their college dorm room. Oh and isn't Pierson huge? He's like 3 months younger and almost just as big... oh wait maybe he is just as big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8EuKr5TI/AAAAAAAABf0/lY5bYtYX98c/s1600-h/January+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424651802977756466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8EuKr5TI/AAAAAAAABf0/lY5bYtYX98c/s320/January+2010+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't leave Avery out of the picture taking fun! She liked having another baby around and while Brittney was probably glad to get James away from Avery, Avery loved James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8EIzyVJI/AAAAAAAABfs/OLgtcnLzCFg/s1600-h/January+2010+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424651792949597330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8EIzyVJI/AAAAAAAABfs/OLgtcnLzCFg/s320/January+2010+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Pierson might be jealous in this picture, his sis is talking to another baby! What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8D2yjhCI/AAAAAAAABfk/3KzHqeHKwxw/s1600-h/January+2010+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424651788112593954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8D2yjhCI/AAAAAAAABfk/3KzHqeHKwxw/s320/January+2010+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This isn't the picture I wanted to post but I guess it will have to do cause I don't want to go back and repost it. They all still look cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8DSjC1zI/AAAAAAAABfc/IOcSyD0aKIc/s1600-h/January+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424651778383861554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8DSjC1zI/AAAAAAAABfc/IOcSyD0aKIc/s320/January+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It really was so much fun to have Brittney here with James. It is fun to see her as a mom. She is such a beautiful ,mommy and it was so fun to hear her talk to James and just function as a mom. I love her! Oh and notice how we were smart enough not to take pictures of ourselves :) Thanks Brit for coming and I can't wait till you visit Sam's family again so we can see you. Sorry we never made it to the beach, maybe next time we won't have as many nap times going on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-1216275964683853941?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1216275964683853941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1216275964683853941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1216275964683853941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1216275964683853941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/besties-old-and-new.html' title='Besties: Old and New!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g8FV148qI/AAAAAAAABf8/qF1BtxnhtWg/s72-c/January+2010+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-9145427594491634436</id><published>2010-01-09T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:14:51.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g6tpq0QQI/AAAAAAAABfU/Iy1k67d0UAw/s1600-h/November+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424650307121725698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g6tpq0QQI/AAAAAAAABfU/Iy1k67d0UAw/s320/November+2009+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found our pretty green tree! Thanks Home Depot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g6tGQwMII/AAAAAAAABfM/9trYOxd2h5g/s1600-h/January+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424650297617166466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g6tGQwMII/AAAAAAAABfM/9trYOxd2h5g/s320/January+2010+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve... the poor tree was brittle and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-9145427594491634436?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/9145427594491634436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=9145427594491634436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/9145427594491634436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/9145427594491634436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g6tpq0QQI/AAAAAAAABfU/Iy1k67d0UAw/s72-c/November+2009+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7686254071339345888</id><published>2010-01-09T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:08:57.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case...</title><content type='html'>I was last minute getting our cards out so here it is:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g4_CDHyaI/AAAAAAAABfE/wvN-MRG5xIA/s1600-h/Adams3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424648406700640674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g4_CDHyaI/AAAAAAAABfE/wvN-MRG5xIA/s320/Adams3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g4-ihdwiI/AAAAAAAABe8/hSQLVdQ0bAA/s1600-h/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424648398237975074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g4-ihdwiI/AAAAAAAABe8/hSQLVdQ0bAA/s320/IMG_2612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g4-HYxo-I/AAAAAAAABe0/2dJu8K6wjTE/s1600-h/IMG_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424648390953772002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g4-HYxo-I/AAAAAAAABe0/2dJu8K6wjTE/s320/IMG_2599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g49QQsAWI/AAAAAAAABes/oU08JZ8yyfo/s1600-h/IMG_2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424648376155898210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g49QQsAWI/AAAAAAAABes/oU08JZ8yyfo/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g488iF5VI/AAAAAAAABek/gPy_zBmDweY/s1600-h/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424648370860189010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g488iF5VI/AAAAAAAABek/gPy_zBmDweY/s320/IMG_2569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took our pictures at Orange Circle where there are tons of cute vintage shops and a really big Christmas tree. Our friends Josh and Kristen took them for us, thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7686254071339345888?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7686254071339345888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7686254071339345888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7686254071339345888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7686254071339345888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0g4_CDHyaI/AAAAAAAABfE/wvN-MRG5xIA/s72-c/Adams3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1340117727784770495</id><published>2010-01-08T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:21:52.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0gsZHyW2UI/AAAAAAAABec/SwJoWuW1Xas/s1600-h/December+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424634561266374978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0gsZHyW2UI/AAAAAAAABec/SwJoWuW1Xas/s320/December+2009+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael, Pierson and I were asked to be in the live nativity for this huge community creche. We only had to do it for an hour and I must say it was a pretty awkward hour. FIrst I look hecka cute right? Second, the stools they gave us were weird heights and you couldn't get comfy on them. Third, people asked the same questions all night (is that a real baby? Is he just laying there? Is that your baby?) And fourth, so many people (who we did not know) took our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt I do have to say that the community creche was really cool. People from all over the community brought their different nativity sets and they were all displayed at our church building. There was live music that was really impressive. It was a great activity to focus on the reason for the season :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-1340117727784770495?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1340117727784770495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1340117727784770495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1340117727784770495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1340117727784770495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/S0gsZHyW2UI/AAAAAAAABec/SwJoWuW1Xas/s72-c/December+2009+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-8193374680312889892</id><published>2009-12-13T23:14:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:33:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2! (I'm holding back the tears...)</title><content type='html'>Oh man. I seriously never thought that my baby girl would ever turn 2. I remember talking to Lacey about Chase turning 2 when I was holding Avery as a newborn and thinking that she would always be my little baby, but alas, 2 she is in every sense of the word. She is a whopping 27 lbs and 33 in tall, making it into the 50th percentile for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXsJJRYHzI/AAAAAAAABeU/4H9I3xC7ArA/s1600-h/December+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414993768834670386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXsJJRYHzI/AAAAAAAABeU/4H9I3xC7ArA/s320/December+2009+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to describe Avery in one word it would be pure girl (I guess that is two). She loves all things pink and all things pretty. She loves having pretties in her hair and always has, putting on mommy's pretties, and wearing pink (it seriously has to be in EVERY outfit she wears). She loves babies and is so good at taking care of them and her new baby brother who she LOVES. She is kind and compassionate. I think she is going to be great at making friends with everyone and making sure everyone can find a friend in her. She is concerned with other's well being. When playing she will get in the other kids face and say "fun? fun?" to make sure they are having fun or when Pierson criess she will tell me and then go to him and pat him and say "its okay baby, its okay Pierses". She is "well composed" as her doctor put it. She is so so so incredibly good for other people and will go with the flow (unless it's mom's flow and mom really needs her to go with it, then its melt down). Today her nursery leader told me just how cute she thought Avery was and how sweet she is to everyone. This girl can seriously capture anyone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday her cousins sent her a princess jewelry game. Avery put on every piece except for the 4 pairs of earrings... her ears are only big enough for one. We also got her the play kitchen behind her. I have enjoyed many yummy meals since :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXsIukpCBI/AAAAAAAABeM/r-CqkoYPIAQ/s1600-h/December+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414993761667713042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXsIukpCBI/AAAAAAAABeM/r-CqkoYPIAQ/s320/December+2009+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started off Avery's birthday party with making Christmas tree party hats and then went straight to dinner. Homemade individual pizzas to top, pasta salad, jello jigglers, and clementines (Ave's favorite). The kids played around the block as everyone ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXo9mT39WI/AAAAAAAABeE/t1PtXKvhANs/s1600-h/December+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990271936460130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXo9mT39WI/AAAAAAAABeE/t1PtXKvhANs/s320/December+2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we brought out the birthday cake! Super artistic, right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXouPZtApI/AAAAAAAABd8/VfkEKIUqDUg/s1600-h/December+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990008088855186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXouPZtApI/AAAAAAAABd8/VfkEKIUqDUg/s320/December+2009+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery was really excited about the birthday cake. She had kind of been out of it until the cake and presents came into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXot80hxRI/AAAAAAAABd0/HFL0cWhXtgg/s1600-h/December+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990003101091090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXot80hxRI/AAAAAAAABd0/HFL0cWhXtgg/s320/December+2009+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to give myself some props for this cake because I cooked it using only one pan (other one is in the freezer full of lasagna) and it took FOREVER oh and I started at 10:30 at night... not the smartest idea ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXotUY4JRI/AAAAAAAABds/LGi1dd3ACJQ/s1600-h/December+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414989992247698706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXotUY4JRI/AAAAAAAABds/LGi1dd3ACJQ/s320/December+2009+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery got a lot of fun presents at her party, but her favorite is her new bitty baby, Katie, from Grandma and Grandpa Adams. It has taken the place of Abby, former fave baby doll. Sorry Abby, but Katie is the new and improved version of baby doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXotJtTWZI/AAAAAAAABdk/FJGfGjp9lNk/s1600-h/December+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414989989380577682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXotJtTWZI/AAAAAAAABdk/FJGfGjp9lNk/s320/December+2009+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the night with a pinata! Avery was really excited about the pinata and its not really a party without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXosra49EI/AAAAAAAABdc/TvkPSqfp3L0/s1600-h/December+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414989981250286658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXosra49EI/AAAAAAAABdc/TvkPSqfp3L0/s320/December+2009+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a fun birthday and it reminded us of how lucky we are to live where we do. There aren't many pluses to apartment living, but here it is so nice because all of Avery's friends share the same front lawn. We literally walk out of our house and have tons of fun things to do and people to play with. I really love it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fdf7842c4edd365d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfdf7842c4edd365d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D561211BC12A6C542B01C302BB100F73B077DB2EF.17287E77FECD775A1E2E3148A8CA5789E1A6A9B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfdf7842c4edd365d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPEkzVS3uGu6gRwsA3tad9w7ir7k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfdf7842c4edd365d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D561211BC12A6C542B01C302BB100F73B077DB2EF.17287E77FECD775A1E2E3148A8CA5789E1A6A9B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfdf7842c4edd365d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPEkzVS3uGu6gRwsA3tad9w7ir7k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Ave's Happy BIrthday video. Watch her blow out the candles... it's my favorite part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention how much I LOVE this little girl?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-8193374680312889892?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/8193374680312889892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=8193374680312889892&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8193374680312889892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8193374680312889892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-im-holding-back-tears.html' title='2! (I&apos;m holding back the tears...)'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SyXsJJRYHzI/AAAAAAAABeU/4H9I3xC7ArA/s72-c/December+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-9075654806348474184</id><published>2009-12-08T01:05:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:37:09.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Turkeys</title><content type='html'>We went Michael's Aunt Marcia's house for Thanksgiving. She only lives about 45 minutes northeast (?) of us. She is the sweetest lady and has such a fun family. I forgot my camera (of course) but Aunt Marcia was nice enough to take picturse of us when Santa (yes, Santa on Thanksgiving) visited. She even bought Avery and Pierson the cutest little pj's. It was a great Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4XzyJCu4I/AAAAAAAABdQ/_UjshBQC3e8/s1600-h/DSC02230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412789980546382722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4XzyJCu4I/AAAAAAAABdQ/_UjshBQC3e8/s320/DSC02230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery did really well on Santa's lap (she was even the first one). She held it all together until Mike walked up to get her and she had a strained smile... I guess she could only hold the fear in for so long, but she did smile for this picture. Right after she broke down. Sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4XzIs_KjI/AAAAAAAABdI/aaoEDe3aKiY/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412789969422854706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4XzIs_KjI/AAAAAAAABdI/aaoEDe3aKiY/s320/DSC02349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is little P and Santa and me. I told him I wanted a new sewing machine and to go to Utah... maybe I'll get one of those :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4XyAySmDI/AAAAAAAABc4/4i6nNW88kwY/s1600-h/November+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412789950117746738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4XyAySmDI/AAAAAAAABc4/4i6nNW88kwY/s320/November+2009+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time the we got home the kids had had it. No naps (yikes!) and a short snooze on our way home did not put kids in happy moods, especially when we tell an almost 2 year old she has to go to bed. I love Michael's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4Xxjz97vI/AAAAAAAABcw/pbU2OGOs4xw/s1600-h/November+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412789942340153074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4Xxjz97vI/AAAAAAAABcw/pbU2OGOs4xw/s320/November+2009+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson was HUNGRY. Why do mom and dad always take pictures when he's sleepy and/or hungry? What turkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-9075654806348474184?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/9075654806348474184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=9075654806348474184&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/9075654806348474184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/9075654806348474184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-turkeys.html' title='Thanksgiving Turkeys'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4XzyJCu4I/AAAAAAAABdQ/_UjshBQC3e8/s72-c/DSC02230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-2853989775174042036</id><published>2009-12-08T00:30:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:35:46.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4VKWyUSUI/AAAAAAAABco/wFzwKdPihyk/s1600-h/November+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412787069805414722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4VKWyUSUI/AAAAAAAABco/wFzwKdPihyk/s320/November+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4VJ-ANlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/MXcLR4hUGqI/s1600-h/November+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412787063152809778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4VJ-ANlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/MXcLR4hUGqI/s320/November+2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is such a good mommy to her baby named Abby. She LOVES Abby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4VJmtAP8I/AAAAAAAABcY/CuLGvxqKBDI/s1600-h/November+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412787056898228162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4VJmtAP8I/AAAAAAAABcY/CuLGvxqKBDI/s320/November+2009+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shot! No idea what she is doing but I got it on camera :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4UfRaVSrI/AAAAAAAABcQ/8Wa1pOump1w/s1600-h/November+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412786329628265138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4UfRaVSrI/AAAAAAAABcQ/8Wa1pOump1w/s320/November+2009+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I love this crazy little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4Ue-ZB9FI/AAAAAAAABcI/PMB5mysGUeM/s1600-h/November+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412786324522529874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4Ue-ZB9FI/AAAAAAAABcI/PMB5mysGUeM/s320/November+2009+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was his 7 week birthday. He is such a good baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4UegPRZ4I/AAAAAAAABcA/oLQKa7CvpK4/s1600-h/November+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412786316428535682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4UegPRZ4I/AAAAAAAABcA/oLQKa7CvpK4/s320/November+2009+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4SAZiW9SI/AAAAAAAABbo/k3GA2_nfThs/s1600-h/November+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412783600210212130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4SAZiW9SI/AAAAAAAABbo/k3GA2_nfThs/s320/November+2009+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery loves to hold Pierson and everytime she asks me to take a picture... silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4SANvh-QI/AAAAAAAABbg/92SSCFNfelQ/s1600-h/November+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412783597044234498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4SANvh-QI/AAAAAAAABbg/92SSCFNfelQ/s320/November+2009+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery put on my sunglasses to "weed" her thank you note from Alexis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4R_rshCLI/AAAAAAAABbY/Y2t7Vx9M1Lc/s1600-h/November+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412783587904784562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4R_rshCLI/AAAAAAAABbY/Y2t7Vx9M1Lc/s320/November+2009+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4R_YdmMwI/AAAAAAAABbQ/xuBpFaLMkLg/s1600-h/November+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412783582741934850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4R_YdmMwI/AAAAAAAABbQ/xuBpFaLMkLg/s320/November+2009+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He better love his mommy because his mommy loves him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4R-9HaArI/AAAAAAAABbI/slK5yAU5ayw/s1600-h/November+2009+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412783575401104050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4R-9HaArI/AAAAAAAABbI/slK5yAU5ayw/s320/November+2009+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-2853989775174042036?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/2853989775174042036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=2853989775174042036&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/2853989775174042036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/2853989775174042036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/12/eye-candy.html' title='Eye Candy...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sx4VKWyUSUI/AAAAAAAABco/wFzwKdPihyk/s72-c/November+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-9165485987759104013</id><published>2009-12-02T22:19:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:34:05.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierson :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a1bc96492551260" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a1bc96492551260%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF076049E687A8A46620B0EEFBD44A1A6B3C010.1ACC9618A966D10AC1C11362606A137F4F002D6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a1bc96492551260%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTHEHevQY-U3iT__7A7kPP1sAiZU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a1bc96492551260%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF076049E687A8A46620B0EEFBD44A1A6B3C010.1ACC9618A966D10AC1C11362606A137F4F002D6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a1bc96492551260%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTHEHevQY-U3iT__7A7kPP1sAiZU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to posted this video a while ago and before I actually published it I got sidetracked and Mike shut down the computer so I think this is Pierson at 8 weeks. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-9165485987759104013?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/9165485987759104013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=9165485987759104013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/9165485987759104013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/9165485987759104013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/12/pierson.html' title='Pierson :)'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-2162663793119334385</id><published>2009-11-18T23:24:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:38:49.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Weeks!!!</title><content type='html'>Well before we get to six weeks here are some pictures from the past two weeks. Here is Pierson on his 5 week birthday. I thought he looked like Gaston in this outfit. The little white outfit was tight on him and with the top snap undone he looked like a little man. Oh I love him so much! Look at those sweet cheeks. Oh and not a good idea to take a picture when the baby is hungry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1VV9XTAI/AAAAAAAABa4/Sd7jV6Chj9s/s1600/November2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715199772019714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1VV9XTAI/AAAAAAAABa4/Sd7jV6Chj9s/s320/November2009+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of the babies on Sunday. I guess it wasn't the best picture but it wasn't worth trying to trade it. I love Pierson's outfits on Sunday. He always looks like a little stud. I am finding that boys are fun to dress even though there are no bows or bracelets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1VLV_o-I/AAAAAAAABaw/lIxgdyiZGPI/s1600/November2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715196922536930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1VLV_o-I/AAAAAAAABaw/lIxgdyiZGPI/s320/November2009+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the 6 week mark. This is Dr. Clayton who delivered Pierson. We forgot to get a picture of them together on the big day so at my check up today (yuck) I made sure to get a picture of Pierson and the doc together. We actually have the same picture of Ave and her doc since we forgot to take it on her birth day too. Oh and look at those big cheeks. He is such a big boy! Oh and I have to say that I loved Dr. Clayton... as much as Dr. Judd. I have been lucky to have two great deliveries with two great doctors and two perfect babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1U2zIrjI/AAAAAAAABao/x9q4u5i6O8U/s1600/November2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715191407619634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1U2zIrjI/AAAAAAAABao/x9q4u5i6O8U/s320/November2009+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh man here is the sweet little boy on his 6 week birthday looking all cute! I love snuggling with Pierson and he is for sure a snuggler. He loves to be held and loves to sleep right beside me or in someone's arms. We're working on that... it was easy for Ave to sleep in her crib especially because she was a paci baby... Pierson... not so much. He will take a paci sometimes and suck it for a good while but is very choosey about when he'll take it and he hasn't decided to take it during the night yet :( Any advice? I hate letting babies cry it out, I am way too much of a softie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1UbxRjpI/AAAAAAAABag/4QjmaD0EsSk/s1600/November2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715184152055442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1UbxRjpI/AAAAAAAABag/4QjmaD0EsSk/s320/November2009+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson has started smiling a lot more. His first real smile was to Nuna and Alisha on our way home from Disneyland on his 9th day alive and the smiles have just kept coming. I get quite a few of them a day from him and today he even cooed at me. It melted my heart. Oh I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1T5MS9AI/AAAAAAAABaY/s9Aa9pTvxYI/s1600/November2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715174870152194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwT1T5MS9AI/AAAAAAAABaY/s9Aa9pTvxYI/s320/November2009+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "Mom you are weird" look. I was trying to get him to smile and he was ready to eat. He cracked two smiles and was then done. Michael and I were talking about how sturdy Pierson is and how good he is at holding his head up. He is just a thick strong little boy... just how we like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzXPTGucI/AAAAAAAABaQ/SsTo4ZFnfZc/s1600/November2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405713033320643010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzXPTGucI/AAAAAAAABaQ/SsTo4ZFnfZc/s320/November2009+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is AVery... looking a little 80ish with the hair but still cuter than ever. She keeps us all very busy with stories, questions, demands, cries, and smiles. One of my favorite things she does is asking people if they are having fun. She will get in her friends' faces and say "Fun, fun, hav'n fun?" Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzWhkzNpI/AAAAAAAABaI/1F_r_6lYaow/s1600/November2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405713021046830738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzWhkzNpI/AAAAAAAABaI/1F_r_6lYaow/s320/November2009+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the boys. I have to say that Michael is such a great dad. He is always helping with either Pierson or AVery and does such a good job with them. It is my favorite thing to see Michael and the kids together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzWS-hBwI/AAAAAAAABaA/O3sa21zX0_8/s1600/November2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405713017128158978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzWS-hBwI/AAAAAAAABaA/O3sa21zX0_8/s320/November2009+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the girls. Surprisingly Avery was not cooperating ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzVyI2MzI/AAAAAAAABZ4/sMcX3le6k1Q/s1600/November2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405713008313119538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzVyI2MzI/AAAAAAAABZ4/sMcX3le6k1Q/s320/November2009+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the hot couple that started this hot mess :) I feel like we are dating in this picture, except if you were to zoom out you would see Pierce on Mike's lap and Ave crying at my feet... oh what a wonderful life! I love my little family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzVjG1GuI/AAAAAAAABZw/FRkqj-J5Bxw/s1600/November2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405713004278127330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SwTzVjG1GuI/AAAAAAAABZw/FRkqj-J5Bxw/s320/November2009+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and make sure you check out our family video below... we worked really hard choreographing it. We might try out for America's best dance crew or something. Thanks Jana for the link... 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Life is definitely a lot more crazy but also a lot more fun! Right? Well we definitely get some good stories, the bad thing is I never have time to sit and write them anymore and don't get enough sleep to function well enough to remember them, but I will try.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt1tmSaCI/AAAAAAAABZo/DCRJrt1bBMA/s1600-h/November2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401625572618168354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt1tmSaCI/AAAAAAAABZo/DCRJrt1bBMA/s320/November2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How Avery LOVES her brother. She can't get enough of him. When she cries she wants a hug from "Pierses" (at least she doesn't RAAR anymore when she says his name), and when baby cries she runs to him and yells "baby cryin"! She tries to comfort him by kissing, squeezing (literally), shoving a pacifier in his mouth, or by giving him a blankie. Sometimes Pierson can handle it and sometimes he just cries more, but no matter what the outcome Avery always reminds us that she is being nice. "I nice mommy... I nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt1eDl1bI/AAAAAAAABZg/svh-24eIv4Q/s1600-h/November2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401625568446109106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt1eDl1bI/AAAAAAAABZg/svh-24eIv4Q/s320/November2009+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is AVery on her 23rd month birthday. She was a little distracted and when I asked her to look at me and smile this is what happened: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt003M8yI/AAAAAAAABZY/foPm0PIfTQs/s1600-h/November2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401625557388292898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt003M8yI/AAAAAAAABZY/foPm0PIfTQs/s320/November2009+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. The terrible twos and new baby issues are surfacing making life SUPER fun. Most of the time Avery is the same sweet little miss but when she wants she can sure push my buttons. Like when she ignores me or when I tell her something and she tells me "no". Or when she whines for no good reason. But for the most part she makes me smile and makes me happy that I have a spunky little girl that is always making me laugh (whether out of funny or frustration). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery has made some good neighborhood friends and loves to play with them. She talks about them all the time and is constantly wanting to go see them. Avery also loves baby dolls. She usually has at least one with her at all times and loves to pretend they are poopy and change their diapers (maybe because that is what mom is doing ALL day long). It is actually kind of embarrassing because she will not keep her baby's clothes on because of the constant poopy changing and she will put diaper cream on the baby so it nether regions are a little dirty and then she bring the baby everywhere. Oh well, what can you do? Avery also loves her ABC's and numbers, especially 2, 8 , and 9. When she sings her ABC's she says "ABC...XY MEEE!" Love it. Avery is also very good at colors. We like to sort things in color piles and when we talk about things she'll tell us what color it is. Avery's new favorite phrases are "'Scuse me" when she needs to get by you or when someone lets out a burp or toot and also "sorry". She'll go around saying "sawy mommy" for no reason at all and just say it over and over. Silly girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to a friend's wedding reception and they had a dance floor and Avery was the only one out there but she didn't care and danced the night away. I wish I would have had my camera becdause she was so darn cute. Got to love that little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt0hfCA2I/AAAAAAAABZQ/YFhBJa4RKo8/s1600-h/November2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401625552186639202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt0hfCA2I/AAAAAAAABZQ/YFhBJa4RKo8/s320/November2009+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Pierson, our little buddy, or as Avery says, "hi buhyee". This little boy is just so darn cuddly and sweet and all I ever want to do is hold him and kiss him. He is a really good baby and puts up with a lot. He is usually pretty content, especially when being held :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt0HkoxXI/AAAAAAAABZI/RdihOITUxoU/s1600-h/November2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401625545230828914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt0HkoxXI/AAAAAAAABZI/RdihOITUxoU/s320/November2009+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear he gets chubbier every day. Out of the 10 babies just born around here he is the youngest and the chubbiest... well close. I mean every day I look at him he is bigger and chubbier than the day before. Slow down baby! I want him to stay little forever so he will cuddle with me and be nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtHCL8oDI/AAAAAAAABZA/OEPWApK7qfw/s1600-h/November2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401624770690981938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtHCL8oDI/AAAAAAAABZA/OEPWApK7qfw/s320/November2009+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I think it is so crazy how much he looks like a little boy. From the second he came out he just looked like a boy. I wrapped him in one of Avery's old blankets that is pink and it just didn't fit him at all. He is all boy! Even his little cry is deeper and raspier than Avery's was, like a little boy's should be. Though I do have to say every once in a while he lets our a high pitched squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtGz8A4LI/AAAAAAAABY4/xUYXF47BfWg/s1600-h/November2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401624766866055346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtGz8A4LI/AAAAAAAABY4/xUYXF47BfWg/s320/November2009+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierson is a good sleeper... mostly if he is sleeping on or near you. He does know his day from night and loves his mom enough to sleep at night. He wakes to eat and is usually asleep before he's finished. We are going to start working on him sleeping in his bassinet for more of the night... wish us luck. But who wouldn't want to cuddle next to this sweet baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtGrJaDpI/AAAAAAAABYw/Zy5MlP8XLjQ/s1600-h/November2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401624764506312338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtGrJaDpI/AAAAAAAABYw/Zy5MlP8XLjQ/s320/November2009+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierson is more alert every day. He still sleeps for most of the day (thank heavens) but will be awake for about an hour between most naps. He has the deer in headlights look that Avery did. I love their big eyes! Oh man look at that double chin! We laugh because his chin is usually hidden by his cheeks and the lower chin of the double chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtGBpTnLI/AAAAAAAABYo/X1BhakOTPWM/s1600-h/November2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401624753365818546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtGBpTnLI/AAAAAAAABYo/X1BhakOTPWM/s320/November2009+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierson has flashed us quite a few smiles and I love it! They are the real smiles that last a little longer and take some work to get. I love it though and can't wait till he smiles all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtFinUGSI/AAAAAAAABYg/61RhEgnMUKE/s1600-h/November2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401624745035962658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZtFinUGSI/AAAAAAAABYg/61RhEgnMUKE/s320/November2009+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Pierson today on his 1 month birthday. 1 month! How did that happen so quickly?! We are so glad that he is here with us and that he is such a darn good baby. We are truly blessed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4457201768575132710?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4457201768575132710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4457201768575132710&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4457201768575132710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4457201768575132710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/11/23-months-and-4-weeks.html' title='23 Months and 4 Weeks!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SvZt1tmSaCI/AAAAAAAABZo/DCRJrt1bBMA/s72-c/November2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7559402163913970390</id><published>2009-11-01T22:49:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:06:45.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Boo! He looks like he has been scared... Avery is probably in his sight... jk... he loves her.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EITGbOvI/AAAAAAAABYY/MOReT0m3B_c/s1600-h/October+2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399398281364847346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EITGbOvI/AAAAAAAABYY/MOReT0m3B_c/s320/October+2009+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Michael and the kids before our neighborhood party last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EIA-4qHI/AAAAAAAABYQ/GtkE0F2ECi4/s1600-h/PA231272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399398276501383282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EIA-4qHI/AAAAAAAABYQ/GtkE0F2ECi4/s320/PA231272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EHgbXQ0I/AAAAAAAABYI/AE9Y1sk3XRk/s1600-h/PA231274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399398267762459458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EHgbXQ0I/AAAAAAAABYI/AE9Y1sk3XRk/s320/PA231274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is there look-a-likes. Aunt CHia loves her babies too much and bought them a Mickey and Minnie because "they live by Disneyland and they need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EG6U3FwI/AAAAAAAABYA/xNCiKDw31UY/s1600-h/PA231275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399398257534637826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EG6U3FwI/AAAAAAAABYA/xNCiKDw31UY/s320/PA231275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our cute little Mickey Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DKpWbZNI/AAAAAAAABXw/SliFpWUC4_g/s1600-h/PA231277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397222185657554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DKpWbZNI/AAAAAAAABXw/SliFpWUC4_g/s320/PA231277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our really cute Minnie Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DKNOX2EI/AAAAAAAABXo/HbmBWR0ubHk/s1600-h/October+2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397214635677762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DKNOX2EI/AAAAAAAABXo/HbmBWR0ubHk/s320/October+2009+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I dressed up as John and Kate for our neighborhood party. Nope... I didn't but the Kate wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DJ8e_A2I/AAAAAAAABXg/MWGMsWKFjJ4/s1600-h/PA231279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397210141950818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DJ8e_A2I/AAAAAAAABXg/MWGMsWKFjJ4/s320/PA231279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of the group we went trick or treating with. One of our friends dressed up as a gorilla and freaked Avery out the whole night. Michael had to hold her or she would flip out. By the end of the night we did soften her up a bit and she gave the scary gorilla a high five... while Dad was still holding her. In her defense the gorilla was pretty freaky looking and if I was as little as her I would be scared too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DJBQOd1I/AAAAAAAABXY/mEHUwX_8fJk/s1600-h/October+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397194242357074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6DJBQOd1I/AAAAAAAABXY/mEHUwX_8fJk/s320/October+2009+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Avery's loot after trunk or treating and trick or treating... I must say I am excited about all those peanut m&amp;amp;ms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6B1bk_MWI/AAAAAAAABXA/3ZcTBA2E66g/s1600-h/October+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399395758199746914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6B1bk_MWI/AAAAAAAABXA/3ZcTBA2E66g/s320/October+2009+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is us today. Avery was so excited to hold her brother for the picture. Believe it or not seconds before (and after) this picture she was throwing a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6B1J_uzaI/AAAAAAAABW4/_ghaj4Y1kqw/s1600-h/October+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399395753480080802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6B1J_uzaI/AAAAAAAABW4/_ghaj4Y1kqw/s320/October+2009+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me and the little guy... giving those chub cheeks the smooches they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6Bz8N-PxI/AAAAAAAABWw/L1D2dEXEkvY/s1600-h/October+2009+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399395732601847570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6Bz8N-PxI/AAAAAAAABWw/L1D2dEXEkvY/s320/October+2009+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all still doing great. In fact, tonight we had both kids fast asleep by 9... I'm hoping we've broken Pierson's 9pm-12am wakeful period... we'll see. Well baby boy just started crying... hope you guys enjoyed Halloween as much as we did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7559402163913970390?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7559402163913970390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7559402163913970390&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7559402163913970390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7559402163913970390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Su6EITGbOvI/AAAAAAAABYY/MOReT0m3B_c/s72-c/October+2009+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4391089272648873564</id><published>2009-10-29T23:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:29:18.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Faces</title><content type='html'>I have been going through pictures and pictures of Pierson's little life and have come across a theme... funny smooshed faces thanks to Avery's sweet sisterly love. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHSQr0BBI/AAAAAAAABWo/rKadoJw3Iok/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398275851143087122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHSQr0BBI/AAAAAAAABWo/rKadoJw3Iok/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHSM4jDeI/AAAAAAAABWg/82FFCKdu_D8/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398275850122759650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHSM4jDeI/AAAAAAAABWg/82FFCKdu_D8/s320/Week+1+Pierson+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHRiajDoI/AAAAAAAABWY/wzqWZeaHWMA/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398275838722641538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHRiajDoI/AAAAAAAABWY/wzqWZeaHWMA/s320/Week+1+Pierson+124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHRUmeV7I/AAAAAAAABWQ/1MU3X-mWf6o/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398275835014567858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHRUmeV7I/AAAAAAAABWQ/1MU3X-mWf6o/s320/Week+1+Pierson+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Pierson.... hopefully he makes it with this crazy sister of his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHQ-ES6RI/AAAAAAAABWI/PvReS-5i4Y0/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398275828965632274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHQ-ES6RI/AAAAAAAABWI/PvReS-5i4Y0/s320/Week+1+Pierson+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4391089272648873564?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4391089272648873564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4391089272648873564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4391089272648873564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4391089272648873564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-faces.html' title='Funny Faces'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SuqHSQr0BBI/AAAAAAAABWo/rKadoJw3Iok/s72-c/Pierson%27s+Arrival+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-7904408530006321324</id><published>2009-10-28T22:40:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:02:46.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our little forever family of four... cute, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk8KwjEsSI/AAAAAAAABVo/ZXLIAVRkOWU/s1600-h/PA171201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397911783908618530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk8KwjEsSI/AAAAAAAABVo/ZXLIAVRkOWU/s320/PA171201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom, Alisha and Kenadie, and Kiara came to visit us over a span of two weeks. We took one day and went to San Diego and saw all our old family sites and then the temple. It is always so beautiful!&lt;br /&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_5397911780824170194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk8KlDrvtI/AAAAAAAABVg/r7AZ7eutG8M/s320/PA171204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mom left the next day :( We miss her dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk8KA719aI/AAAAAAAABVY/W46en_Gc2GQ/s1600-h/PA181231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397911771127608738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk8KA719aI/AAAAAAAABVY/W46en_Gc2GQ/s320/PA181231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Avery and Pierson on his 2 week bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7oftnW3I/AAAAAAAABVQ/DCkjn36Bcng/s1600-h/PA211234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397911195273878386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7oftnW3I/AAAAAAAABVQ/DCkjn36Bcng/s320/PA211234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after Avery held him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7n0hynEI/AAAAAAAABVI/F05eQwH_7iE/s1600-h/PA211250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397911183681559618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7n0hynEI/AAAAAAAABVI/F05eQwH_7iE/s320/PA211250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our little 2 week old snoozing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SunIXUiySVI/AAAAAAAABV4/aXaz8JvjxT4/s1600-h/PA211251(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398065931357407570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SunIXUiySVI/AAAAAAAABV4/aXaz8JvjxT4/s320/PA211251(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We caught him sucking his thumb... hopefully this doesn't stick around, but it sure is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7nay7s9I/AAAAAAAABU4/aVLagL2H9Rc/s1600-h/PA221254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397911176774136786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7nay7s9I/AAAAAAAABU4/aVLagL2H9Rc/s320/PA221254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7m1BoJII/AAAAAAAABUw/ioxEMNLWMIc/s1600-h/PA241284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397911166635222146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk7m1BoJII/AAAAAAAABUw/ioxEMNLWMIc/s320/PA241284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha and Kena left (Lish I hope you have pics cause I don't and I want some) and so we took Kiara to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398067774745943922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SunKCns3H3I/AAAAAAAABWA/SaLI3vX80q8/s320/PA241285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chia and Ave. We had to take Chia to the airport the next day. We were sad to see all of our company go but it has been good getting back to a little more normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk6bnwHuNI/AAAAAAAABUg/xF8pLnkcB6k/s1600-h/PA241306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397909874581944530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk6bnwHuNI/AAAAAAAABUg/xF8pLnkcB6k/s320/PA241306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the handsome little man! He has an unusually long arm... well at least in this picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk6bBsTJTI/AAAAAAAABUY/0GWRgVAgBuQ/s1600-h/PA241335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397909864365368626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk6bBsTJTI/AAAAAAAABUY/0GWRgVAgBuQ/s320/PA241335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Avery and Pierson after his first day to church. Nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk6a17xlTI/AAAAAAAABUQ/7YeGG_K0sgA/s1600-h/PA251336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397909861209052466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk6a17xlTI/AAAAAAAABUQ/7YeGG_K0sgA/s320/PA251336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me and the little stud after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5397909851720005538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk6aSlaN6I/AAAAAAAABUI/UKjonzTvhVk/s320/PA251338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the big stud... oolala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2lubnWfI/AAAAAAAABUA/29Owyb6sSVU/s1600-h/october+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397905650127165938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2lubnWfI/AAAAAAAABUA/29Owyb6sSVU/s320/october+2009+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is us tonight: carving our pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2lNN7sOI/AAAAAAAABT4/q962xZfVMSM/s1600-h/october+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397905641211408610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2lNN7sOI/AAAAAAAABT4/q962xZfVMSM/s320/october+2009+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the face he makes when Avery comes close... jk.... he usually cries... jk again. He loves his sister who REALLY loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2kqdH6EI/AAAAAAAABTw/bUTYggIsOyQ/s1600-h/october+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397905631879882818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2kqdH6EI/AAAAAAAABTw/bUTYggIsOyQ/s320/october+2009+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Pierson on his 3 week birthday, before I know it he is going to be 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2kSFoSuI/AAAAAAAABTo/AYHByeZ9ACY/s1600-h/october+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397905625338890978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2kSFoSuI/AAAAAAAABTo/AYHByeZ9ACY/s320/october+2009+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a LOT of effort to get this picture, so I hope you enjoy seeing both of their faces with their carved pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2jzS1RGI/AAAAAAAABTg/-KP0Jlad3kM/s1600-h/october+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397905617072768098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk2jzS1RGI/AAAAAAAABTg/-KP0Jlad3kM/s320/october+2009+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have made it a few days without any help! I have lots of cute stories of these two together so hopefully I will be better about blogging but we'll see :) I'm still trying to get the hang of it all and my broken computer doesn't help the situation much (donations toward the Carly Computer fund are graciously accepted :)) But good news: we found our camera! So that should help the blogging situation some.Who would have thought that I could make it as a mother or 2. Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-7904408530006321324?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/7904408530006321324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=7904408530006321324&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7904408530006321324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/7904408530006321324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Suk8KwjEsSI/AAAAAAAABVo/ZXLIAVRkOWU/s72-c/PA171201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4238385409104129300</id><published>2009-10-14T22:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:19:42.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawY6SVyvI/AAAAAAAABSw/5EBbDLUE6Y8/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392691545832278770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawY6SVyvI/AAAAAAAABSw/5EBbDLUE6Y8/s320/Week+1+Pierson+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawYc6n_UI/AAAAAAAABSo/dDBHfIelmdQ/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392691537948179778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawYc6n_UI/AAAAAAAABSo/dDBHfIelmdQ/s320/Week+1+Pierson+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawXP5JHfI/AAAAAAAABSY/RxqZGGGnOv4/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392691517272432114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawXP5JHfI/AAAAAAAABSY/RxqZGGGnOv4/s320/Week+1+Pierson+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawWgFMdGI/AAAAAAAABSQ/2fbQ8K0G5xc/s1600-h/Week+1+Pierson+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392691504438080610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawWgFMdGI/AAAAAAAABSQ/2fbQ8K0G5xc/s320/Week+1+Pierson+148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4238385409104129300?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4238385409104129300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4238385409104129300&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4238385409104129300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4238385409104129300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-week-old.html' title='1 Week Old'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/StawY6SVyvI/AAAAAAAABSw/5EBbDLUE6Y8/s72-c/Week+1+Pierson+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6743026647382685019</id><published>2009-10-08T21:06:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:41:16.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pierson'/><title type='text'>Pierson Michael</title><content type='html'>This feels a little bit like that part of The Lion King when they present Simba to all the animals in the kingdom. So as you read this post imagine some gospel-type singer singing 'The Circle of Life' and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to announce that Pierson Michael Adams was born yesterday at 12:38 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed up at the hospital around 7:40 am on Wednesday morning.  Check out that view of the Ocean.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aTjlh5TI/AAAAAAAABSI/ssdTHLCpyD4/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aTjlh5TI/AAAAAAAABSI/ssdTHLCpyD4/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390485833514083634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aTjlh5TI/AAAAAAAABSI/ssdTHLCpyD4/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carly was started on the petocin, the doctor came in and broke her water, and the we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aR2rIUyI/AAAAAAAABSA/UP8AjOVeLDY/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390485804278108962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aR2rIUyI/AAAAAAAABSA/UP8AjOVeLDY/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After some more intense contractions she decided to get the epidural and then we waited some more. We both took a little nap and then the nurse came to checked Carly and boom she was at 10 cm and ready to go. There was one practice push and then the doctor came to get the show on the road. Carly did amazing! She pushed like three times and he was out. It was pretty cool because immediately after he was born they let Carly hold him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aP8Jn55I/AAAAAAAABR4/g8L3cxeC1DI/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390485771388446610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aP8Jn55I/AAAAAAAABR4/g8L3cxeC1DI/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was a little mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aOdBaanI/AAAAAAAABRw/LTVrgnfZwJE/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390485745852639858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aOdBaanI/AAAAAAAABRw/LTVrgnfZwJE/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that Carly got to hold him so quickly because when Avery was born she had fluid in her lungs so they took her away and she was surrounded by doctors. Carly always felt a little jipped. She was glad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZZr7CpyI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZMHKa5lquC0/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390484839319381794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZZr7CpyI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZMHKa5lquC0/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a healthy little guy at 8 lbs 5 ounces. A little bit smaller than his sister, who was 8 lbs 7 ounces. Carly actually guessed his exact weight that morning. I guess she would know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZX2SMw2I/AAAAAAAABRg/MunC5ycHBXI/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+105,+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390484807741129570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZX2SMw2I/AAAAAAAABRg/MunC5ycHBXI/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+105,+%232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He measured 20.5 inches, Avery was 21 inches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZWQ20-cI/AAAAAAAABRY/pg_Ir9Nh8kg/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+109,+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390484780514343362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZWQ20-cI/AAAAAAAABRY/pg_Ir9Nh8kg/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+109,+%232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now some pictures for all you ladies out there to goo and gaa over. Go ahead I think that he is a pretty handsome kid myself. I won't even bore you with more of my ramblings, just enjoy the pictures of our special day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZUmQtqpI/AAAAAAAABRQ/hhZYw0KXBjs/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390484751900322450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZUmQtqpI/AAAAAAAABRQ/hhZYw0KXBjs/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZSxCmYOI/AAAAAAAABRI/8nTtEXTu3ms/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390484720434176226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7ZSxCmYOI/AAAAAAAABRI/8nTtEXTu3ms/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HRJvyGXI/AAAAAAAABRA/py8aYRzZ280/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390464901497100658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HRJvyGXI/AAAAAAAABRA/py8aYRzZ280/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HQLmbsoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/z8s7P4Jbqmc/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390464884814885506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HQLmbsoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/z8s7P4Jbqmc/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HPoMaj7I/AAAAAAAABQw/jxptQvK6C2M/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390464875310518194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HPoMaj7I/AAAAAAAABQw/jxptQvK6C2M/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HO3krIOI/AAAAAAAABQo/_qPU0XopKnA/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390464862258929890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HO3krIOI/AAAAAAAABQo/_qPU0XopKnA/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HOfEtrpI/AAAAAAAABQg/ATgvrsN2otU/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390464855682428562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7HOfEtrpI/AAAAAAAABQg/ATgvrsN2otU/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GRJLBMDI/AAAAAAAABQY/7_zaWKBe8Z0/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390463801831272498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GRJLBMDI/AAAAAAAABQY/7_zaWKBe8Z0/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GQuAVytI/AAAAAAAABQQ/tFcskJAAPtM/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390463794538728146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GQuAVytI/AAAAAAAABQQ/tFcskJAAPtM/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GP9jd0yI/AAAAAAAABQI/x43tunt_uGw/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390463781532717858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GP9jd0yI/AAAAAAAABQI/x43tunt_uGw/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GPdd29SI/AAAAAAAABQA/hI2aOr5L1Iw/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390463772919264546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GPdd29SI/AAAAAAAABQA/hI2aOr5L1Iw/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GOigYzjI/AAAAAAAABP4/iiUF7RWtUR4/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390463757092179506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7GOigYzjI/AAAAAAAABP4/iiUF7RWtUR4/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FLoTLnQI/AAAAAAAABPs/NuAyw9N1org/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390462607596166402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FLoTLnQI/AAAAAAAABPs/NuAyw9N1org/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FKhIuvXI/AAAAAAAABPg/mWL4wjfRHd8/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390462588493413746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FKhIuvXI/AAAAAAAABPg/mWL4wjfRHd8/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FKD5U90I/AAAAAAAABPY/E2Q8IAx6OGk/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390462580644181826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FKD5U90I/AAAAAAAABPY/E2Q8IAx6OGk/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FJUC7trI/AAAAAAAABPQ/mZHRPKyzdfo/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390462567799568050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FJUC7trI/AAAAAAAABPQ/mZHRPKyzdfo/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FI3eE7mI/AAAAAAAABPI/RSNkYNUmUWk/s1600-h/Pierson%27s+Arrival+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390462560128790114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7FI3eE7mI/AAAAAAAABPI/RSNkYNUmUWk/s320/Pierson%27s+Arrival+198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6743026647382685019?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6743026647382685019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6743026647382685019&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6743026647382685019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6743026647382685019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/10/pierson-michael.html' title='Pierson Michael'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Ss7aTjlh5TI/AAAAAAAABSI/ssdTHLCpyD4/s72-c/Pierson%27s+Arrival+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-277998304194291522</id><published>2009-09-17T22:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:16:34.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 8:</title><content type='html'>The belly.&lt;br /&gt;It's big and in the way and I am SO uncomfortable. I can't sit for too long and especially over a hot computer. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrMVkJgeEOI/AAAAAAAABPA/hO1tczDVfiQ/s1600-h/Summer+2009+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382669690409455842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrMVkJgeEOI/AAAAAAAABPA/hO1tczDVfiQ/s320/Summer+2009+101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on a hike about two weeks ago and it was through a neighborhood but it was aa dirt path and there weren't always houses around. Look at this view! I found a cute Alabama house with a front porch and it had somewhat Utah views. It is my California dreamhouse... only 2 million dollars to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrMVjhZjzZI/AAAAAAAABO4/jH1A-xOlnmI/s1600-h/Summer+2009+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382669679643053458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrMVjhZjzZI/AAAAAAAABO4/jH1A-xOlnmI/s320/Summer+2009+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of AVe and Mike on the hike. Avery loves to go on walks and is so quite the whole time. We started on the hike and it went quite a ways and we finally got off the path and cut up a road and made it back to our car before it was too dark. It was a fun hike that we will probably do again (when we are trying to get this baby out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-277998304194291522?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/277998304194291522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=277998304194291522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/277998304194291522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/277998304194291522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-8.html' title='Reason 8:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrMVkJgeEOI/AAAAAAAABPA/hO1tczDVfiQ/s72-c/Summer+2009+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4225279577894706119</id><published>2009-09-16T22:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:09:56.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 7:</title><content type='html'>AVERY!!! The biggest reason yet! I have been putting off this post because I know I won't give it justice. Avery is so fun, cute, and tiring that I know there is no way that I can put our last summer together into a post. But here is a try. Dear heavens, this is a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHRPCTCCHI/AAAAAAAABOw/zNX04wyZ3Hw/s1600-h/Summer+2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382313085929392242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHRPCTCCHI/AAAAAAAABOw/zNX04wyZ3Hw/s320/Summer+2009+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In our first month here we went to the fair with some friends. I swear I took more pictures but this is all I have from it. Avery loved the turkeys especially when they gobbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHROtbPfbI/AAAAAAAABOo/vp3PTr8WGeI/s1600-h/Summer+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382313080326684082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHROtbPfbI/AAAAAAAABOo/vp3PTr8WGeI/s320/Summer+2009+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite thing to do with Ave. It just isn't very often when she'll sit calmly and lovingly sit on my lap. She usually is trying to pull up my shirt to look at my belly button or pull my earrings or pat my cheeks. You know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHROJYAtsI/AAAAAAAABOg/GFPiljnsUvk/s1600-h/Summer+2009+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382313070649456322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHROJYAtsI/AAAAAAAABOg/GFPiljnsUvk/s320/Summer+2009+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our first time to the beach when we moved here. Avery loved the sand. LOVED it. This picture is actually two steps into the sand. She was so excited she couldn't wait to walk to the water before playing in the sand. Oh and why a white shirt you might ask? I didn't know Cali sand stained just as bad as Bama red mud! Naive mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHRNrDVwHI/AAAAAAAABOY/sndKcMY1RIw/s1600-h/Summer+2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382313062509690994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHRNrDVwHI/AAAAAAAABOY/sndKcMY1RIw/s320/Summer+2009+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the beginning of the summer I couldn't take a picture of Avery. She would run, hide, cry, you name it. But then one day she loved getting her picture taken (somewhat) and would even say cheese and pose! What?! So now all the pictures I have of her look identical to this one: a big cheesy face. She is eating one of her favorite foods, strawberries. She also loves and asks for continually: milk, peaches, oranges, bananas, and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHRNO2C7ZI/AAAAAAAABOQ/1EPN2-HIkvY/s1600-h/Summer+2009+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382313054937738642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHRNO2C7ZI/AAAAAAAABOQ/1EPN2-HIkvY/s320/Summer+2009+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery loves doing things like her mom. Most of the time it is cute, but sometimes tiring (what's not to a pregnant person). Avery wanted me to put a towel on her head like mine. She will also put her leg up on her little potty like I do on the normal one to put lotion on her legs. She will clean and put dishes in the dishwasher like mom. She LOVES to find trash (or make it, really) and throw away in the trash can. She is definitely a little mommy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQRtAO1AI/AAAAAAAABOI/G5DCG3nBVHs/s1600-h/Summer+2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382312032241374210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQRtAO1AI/AAAAAAAABOI/G5DCG3nBVHs/s320/Summer+2009+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Potty training. Ugh. Where to begin? I bought a potty and we talked about it and sat on it and I tried to get her used to it because I was determined to have her potty trained by the time baby 2 comes. We went a whole week where I didn't change one poopy diaper (she's a daily pooper too). Pee was a different story. I should have pushed hard for it but I got scared and only put her on it when she mentioned it or I thought she might need to go. Public bathrooms, newborn baby, and toddler hands were just too much. I can't imagine watching her little hands touch bathroom stalls or worse toilets or those little stall trashes. So potty training took a back seat for a while. Then this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQRFNoaFI/AAAAAAAABOA/9zDuoyTcDmE/s1600-h/Summer+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382312021560158290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQRFNoaFI/AAAAAAAABOA/9zDuoyTcDmE/s320/Summer+2009+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery got her potty and put it on like a hat. I was in a rush to get ready for something so I just let her do it so that I could get my stuff done. Well a hat soon became a necklace. She giggled for a bit but then wanted it "off Mommy". So I went to pull it off and it wouldn't budge above the forehead. We called for Daddy to try. We put lotion on her forehead and tried again. I felt like a terrible mother because she was screaming and crying and terrified, but I seriously couldn't help but laugh. Every time she would settle down I would burst out. Bad mom. Michael finally got some intense scissors from his tools and cut the side. I was seriously thinking we were going to have to go to the emergency room for a stuck toilet on our babies head. THank heavens it came off with just one cut and Avery was rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQQnelrcI/AAAAAAAABN4/3qNtl6Je5cU/s1600-h/Summer+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382312013578218946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQQnelrcI/AAAAAAAABN4/3qNtl6Je5cU/s320/Summer+2009+074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery has only gone to the bathroom once since this incident and I don't really blame her. We went to Target a week or so later and saw a little potty on the bottom shelf and Avery pointed to the potty and pulled it down and tried to unbutton her pants and sit down on it. So I decided to buy it and Avery sits on it and likes it but has yet to pee or poo on it. Oh well right? We'll try again later. How bad can two babies in diapers be? (I am crying inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQQMm_VPI/AAAAAAAABNw/T5VrXzd65x0/s1600-h/Summer+2009+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382312006365697266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQQMm_VPI/AAAAAAAABNw/T5VrXzd65x0/s320/Summer+2009+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery LOVEs going to the park and swinging. Can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQP_axAFI/AAAAAAAABNo/WCfNtjE5VfA/s1600-h/Summer+2009+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382312002824765522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHQP_axAFI/AAAAAAAABNo/WCfNtjE5VfA/s320/Summer+2009+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another being mommy moment. She loves to wear "gasses" when mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPf1JEZVI/AAAAAAAABNg/bROtX6o20rg/s1600-h/Summer+2009+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382311175432463698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPf1JEZVI/AAAAAAAABNg/bROtX6o20rg/s320/Summer+2009+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Avery walking home from the park talking to "Nunu" and Chase on the phone. I think they actually had hung up a little bit before but that didn't stop Avery from chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPfWJ5AwI/AAAAAAAABNY/MbjXB5A4TXA/s1600-h/Summer+2009+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382311167114412802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPfWJ5AwI/AAAAAAAABNY/MbjXB5A4TXA/s320/Summer+2009+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black eye #2 (well green). The first was at 14 months when she got stitches. This one happened while I was being visit taught. She was trying to stand up but lost balance and hit the corner of the chest. It had a insta-bump and quickly turned into a black-purple-green-yellow eye. Good news is that it didn't seem to really bother her after an hour of it happening. If I asked her about her owie she would show me the scratch on her knee- so much more traumatizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPe0QH0fI/AAAAAAAABNQ/gmUHO45Szmo/s1600-h/Summer+2009+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382311158013743602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPe0QH0fI/AAAAAAAABNQ/gmUHO45Szmo/s320/Summer+2009+103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Avery in a nutshel.  A crazy mess sitting on her puppy with only one slipper with a cheesy grin because she knows she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPeQtHL0I/AAAAAAAABNI/S17KSjiGJ00/s1600-h/Summer+2009+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382311148471660354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPeQtHL0I/AAAAAAAABNI/S17KSjiGJ00/s320/Summer+2009+106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery has been really loving babies and anything and everything can be a baby. She sings "rock-a-rock-a" to them (rock-a-bye-baby), she cuddles them, pats them, gives them babas, puts them in blankies, gives them her pacis, makes them cry and sleep, and puts them to bed. Hopefully the makings for a good big sister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPd8-IuJI/AAAAAAAABNA/LlOXLLo7gvc/s1600-h/Summer+2009+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382311143174355090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHPd8-IuJI/AAAAAAAABNA/LlOXLLo7gvc/s320/Summer+2009+107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to a birthday party and AVery got her face painted for the first time. When we washed if off at the end of the day we had a MAJOR meltdown. We did get over it, surprisingly enough. Avery can be quite a dramatic little miss. Lately she has been putting her chin on her chest so her chub cheeks stick out and she looks at you from the frow of her brow. She does this when she is trying to tell us something seriously but we usually all end up giggling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOpV1z7yI/AAAAAAAABM4/TLTwIPoyhsk/s1600-h/Summer+2009+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382310239317258018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOpV1z7yI/AAAAAAAABM4/TLTwIPoyhsk/s320/Summer+2009+108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently when we pose for pictures we don't say cheese, but "teethes" so now Avery poses for pictures and points to her teeth. I try and take them before she gets her fingers up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOoqzp4YI/AAAAAAAABMw/A_DTk4jYX9o/s1600-h/Summer+2009+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382310227765485954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOoqzp4YI/AAAAAAAABMw/A_DTk4jYX9o/s320/Summer+2009+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is cuter than a little girl with even a littler pony tail. It is my favorite way to do her hair. It makes her look like an actual little girl and not a toddler. CUTE! Or as Avery would say "toot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOoWWKwfI/AAAAAAAABMo/358YeaIqtLA/s1600-h/Summer+2009+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382310222273102322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOoWWKwfI/AAAAAAAABMo/358YeaIqtLA/s320/Summer+2009+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery loves to wear sunglasses on her head, like the big girls. Little side note: I repurposed one of my old t-shirts and made her this dress. It looks really comfy and I love it on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOn-iqnlI/AAAAAAAABMg/LI0XGfbiy2o/s1600-h/Summer+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382310215883071058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOn-iqnlI/AAAAAAAABMg/LI0XGfbiy2o/s320/Summer+2009+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been so afraid that Avery is going to have Mike's weird phobia of things between the toes. I have been putting things between her toes since she first came out. But I went and bought her flip flops and when I put them on her she told me "uck, cucky mommy" (yuck). So I was afraid that I would have to worry about another person not being able to wear flip flops- a huge convenience. But this past week Avery keeps putting on my flip flops and walks around. Maybe there is some hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOncIx3KI/AAAAAAAABMY/Q7GYh5CsAHM/s1600-h/Summer+2009+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382310206647688354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHOncIx3KI/AAAAAAAABMY/Q7GYh5CsAHM/s320/Summer+2009+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another flip flop picture where she is showing us how big she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other Avery tidbits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thinks a lot of things are "scawy mommy": trucks (the biggest one), moving cars (valid point), all things halloween- should be interesting, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves playing monster. Michael and I will sit on the couch and she will cover us with pillows then peek through and growl at us. When I come down the stairs she runs into the downstairs bathroom and shuts the door and growls until I find her. She will also get behind our curtains and growl. She loves to get under our sheets and have daddy be a monster. Anything with hiding and growling makes Avery happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery loves the color "peent". Pink shoes win out no matter what. When we look at books blue is Daddy and pink is Avery. No questions. Avery also labels things that are big as Daddy and small are Avery. When I ask what about mommy, she shrugs her shoulders. This has to do with bunches of berries, sticks, balls, pieces of food, you name it, she already calls it either Daddy or Weywee (AVery).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been working really hard on asking for help instead of throwing a fit. It has worked out pretty well, but she now asks for "hep" for things she doesn't really need, like eating. But it still has been GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now can get Avery to eat something even if she doesn't want to. This might sound lame but if I can get a bite of spinach in her it's almost like her eating a Avery-sized salad. She also gets a little more of a variety. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we look at books Avery likes to look at faces and say if they are happy, sad, or mad and then will make the face. My favorite are her mad faces (chin on the chest looking out from under a creased brow).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well like I said this is just little things about Avery and I wish I would have posted more regularly to give that sweet little girl some justice, but hopefully this will do. Hope you enjoyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4225279577894706119?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4225279577894706119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4225279577894706119&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4225279577894706119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4225279577894706119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-7.html' title='Reason 7:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SrHRPCTCCHI/AAAAAAAABOw/zNX04wyZ3Hw/s72-c/Summer+2009+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-1770886322342734311</id><published>2009-09-14T23:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:33:33.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 6:</title><content type='html'>My computer won't turn on :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that laptop and it has been good and faithful for 4 years. I'm still praying for a miracle. Come on little laptop baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on an Avery post. It is long overdue and she gets more and more exciting and interesting every day. Stay with me people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-1770886322342734311?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/1770886322342734311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=1770886322342734311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1770886322342734311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/1770886322342734311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-6.html' title='Reason 6:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-6785868397458098862</id><published>2009-08-23T23:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:25:59.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 5:</title><content type='html'>WE'VE HAD VISITORS! (the best reason yet!)&lt;br /&gt;The Bogrens came down for an evening and it was so great to see them. We miss our family so much out here so it was nice to see their cute family... even if only for a couple hours. We had dinner, hung out, and watched the season finale (or part of it... sorry Natalie) of So You Think You Can Dance. It was super great to catch up with them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SpIv_ulmZFI/AAAAAAAABLo/3OJCcXOFGCY/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SpIv_ulmZFI/AAAAAAAABLo/3OJCcXOFGCY/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373410077290423378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Avery and Annie (they're only 6 months apart) in a little photo shoot. Natalie and I took probably 20 pictures each and these were the best ones I got. It's hard keeping two little girls' attention with 4 rowdy boys around them and two annoying moms calling their names. I'm excited to see these two grow up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SpIv_OVLRaI/AAAAAAAABLg/9ayWBu4Z14c/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SpIv_OVLRaI/AAAAAAAABLg/9ayWBu4Z14c/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373410068631602594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's all the kids together. Avery loved having the older boys around. She thought they were hilarious. It was fun to see them and be able to play with them, even for a little bit. The Bogrens are at the top of the family list now because of their visit... making any one jealous? COME OUT AND VISIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SpIv-iXkNCI/AAAAAAAABLY/27WLIlovMuM/s1600-h/IMG_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SpIv-iXkNCI/AAAAAAAABLY/27WLIlovMuM/s320/IMG_1938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373410056830465058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also had our besties, Jeris and Suzanna, come for a couple of days two days after the Bogrens. We had a really fun time just spending lazy time together. The whole time they were here you would think that I would have taken a picture, but I didn't. Sad. Avery loved having them because she got quadruple the attention. I loved having  them for the very same reason. It was fun to have people at our house during the day! We were all so sad when they left and it reminded us how much we miss Utah. It was so great to be so close to family and friends, but we still are really liking it here and can't wait till more of you come and visit. We promise we'll be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6785868397458098862?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6785868397458098862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6785868397458098862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6785868397458098862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6785868397458098862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-5.html' title='Reason 5:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SpIv_ulmZFI/AAAAAAAABLo/3OJCcXOFGCY/s72-c/IMG_1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-8371861470797932477</id><published>2009-08-18T22:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:56:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 4:</title><content type='html'>THE BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we go swimming I never bring my camera so here is cute little swim suit Avery.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSv_hFr8I/AAAAAAAABLQ/3V7wlhs4Ce0/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSv_hFr8I/AAAAAAAABLQ/3V7wlhs4Ce0/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371548333771173826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery LOVES the sand. She rolls in it, digs her toes in it, scoops it up, eats it (nasty!), and just plays like crazy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSvETkpSI/AAAAAAAABLI/WP8_RXRxCII/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSvETkpSI/AAAAAAAABLI/WP8_RXRxCII/s320/IMG_1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371548317876790562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Avery and Michael waiting for a wave to come. Avery's favorite game is to run from the waves as they come up. She giggles and giggles, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSuhsc19I/AAAAAAAABLA/Tck-6RBLJOo/s1600-h/IMG_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSuhsc19I/AAAAAAAABLA/Tck-6RBLJOo/s320/IMG_1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371548308585895890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also loves it when the waves hit her legs... not as much when they hit her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSuKIx9OI/AAAAAAAABK4/GKfSgW7wCHo/s1600-h/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSuKIx9OI/AAAAAAAABK4/GKfSgW7wCHo/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371548302262269154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Avery and Michael chasing the birds... another favorite at the beach. We really love living so close to it because whenever we are bored we have somewhere free and fun to go! Come visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouStfcGIUI/AAAAAAAABKw/tIKV92wgp6Y/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouStfcGIUI/AAAAAAAABKw/tIKV92wgp6Y/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371548290800558402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-8371861470797932477?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/8371861470797932477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=8371861470797932477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8371861470797932477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/8371861470797932477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-4.html' title='Reason 4:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SouSv_hFr8I/AAAAAAAABLQ/3V7wlhs4Ce0/s72-c/IMG_1843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5485916145328094698</id><published>2009-08-15T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:34:34.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 3:</title><content type='html'>We do fun things. Well at least sometimes :) We have gone to an Angels game. Avery LOVES to clap with everyone and yell "go, go, go".  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhVBWIyUI/AAAAAAAABKo/gcadHrA7_JY/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhVBWIyUI/AAAAAAAABKo/gcadHrA7_JY/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227356940683586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Barnum and Bailey circus. It was pretty fascinating watching all their tricks. Avery especially loved the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhUuwmcdI/AAAAAAAABKg/92an6QGqiQA/s1600-h/IMG_1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhUuwmcdI/AAAAAAAABKg/92an6QGqiQA/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227351951405522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The elephants were pretty impressive. They were my favorites next to the dogs. I was so enthralled with the dogs that I forgot to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhUHMqjUI/AAAAAAAABKY/_ph_HUeHiOs/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhUHMqjUI/AAAAAAAABKY/_ph_HUeHiOs/s320/IMG_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227341331696962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are enjoying the circus. It took Avery a little bit to get used to it all but in the end she loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhTg9fzVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/yO5N1z4dGOA/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhTg9fzVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/yO5N1z4dGOA/s320/IMG_1869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227331067530578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here we are at another Angels game. Our friends here had some hook-ups and we watched both games in a suite. It was pretty awesome! Avery loved being able to run around instead of being squished on Mom or Dad's lap in the middle of a row. GO ANGELS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhTLTTlTI/AAAAAAAABKI/MTM0mtiTUwM/s1600-h/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhTLTTlTI/AAAAAAAABKI/MTM0mtiTUwM/s320/IMG_1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227325253424434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5485916145328094698?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5485916145328094698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5485916145328094698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5485916145328094698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5485916145328094698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-3.html' title='Reason 3:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SobhVBWIyUI/AAAAAAAABKo/gcadHrA7_JY/s72-c/IMG_1945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-3767877932285672850</id><published>2009-08-11T10:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:22:57.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 2:</title><content type='html'>I take naps. When given the choice between blogging and napping I choose napping. I definitely don't look as cute as this little girl but I bet I feel as good. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoGn_g2APNI/AAAAAAAABKA/Ecvtc8QpXEU/s1600-h/IMG_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoGn_g2APNI/AAAAAAAABKA/Ecvtc8QpXEU/s320/IMG_1913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756940392381650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she just so sweet. I always just want to climb into her crib next to her and snuggle up close, but we all know this peacefulness wouldn't last if I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoGn-5-VefI/AAAAAAAABJ4/HUdScHx-pzk/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoGn-5-VefI/AAAAAAAABJ4/HUdScHx-pzk/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756929958345202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My rule: when Avery is asleep either indulge in some tv watching, sewing, cleaning (not such an indulgence), or SLEEP. Sleep usually is the winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-3767877932285672850?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/3767877932285672850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=3767877932285672850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3767877932285672850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3767877932285672850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-2.html' title='Reason 2:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoGn_g2APNI/AAAAAAAABKA/Ecvtc8QpXEU/s72-c/IMG_1913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4709237160664118051</id><published>2009-08-10T13:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:00:50.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Haven't I Blogged?</title><content type='html'>We moved. We are in a new place and are finally settled in (okay we've been settled for a while), but here are some of the things we have done. I'll give one reason per post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a gardener. Yep I have the greenest thumb around. And this is my cute little gardening partner. She makes sure that the plants are strong and able to withstand ANYTHING.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFfTm0PrI/AAAAAAAABJw/xvWCPukVHKA/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFfTm0PrI/AAAAAAAABJw/xvWCPukVHKA/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437528711151282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our first little tomato. First vegetable actually. These pictures were taken a week or so ago (I had good intentions) and now we have six of these little guys. And the little guy below is not as little anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFehlqRGI/AAAAAAAABJo/9VkaIXve0fY/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFehlqRGI/AAAAAAAABJo/9VkaIXve0fY/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437515284530274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the back view of the garden. See the little baby strawberry plant between the stones. Hang in there little strawberry... you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFdxt6ebI/AAAAAAAABJg/zhQqKSKZaEw/s1600-h/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFdxt6ebI/AAAAAAAABJg/zhQqKSKZaEw/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437502434245042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and here is our little flower patch. We started these babies from seeds and look at them now. I am excited for them to look like actual flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFdclszpI/AAAAAAAABJY/fhWcPNNFSVw/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFdclszpI/AAAAAAAABJY/fhWcPNNFSVw/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437496762650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the side view of the garden. From the top going clockwise we have: pumpkin- this now takes over all the garden practically. Any ideas? Is it okay to just cut him down a little? I am afraid he won't let all the other plants grow; tomato 1- he is bigger and better already, like I said a whole 6 tomatoes, WOOHOO; tomato 2 didn't make it for very long, it was supposed to be a cherry tomato but died a week after being transplanted (Mike transplanted it :) ); yellow crooked neck squash- he's little but coming along, see the flower?; zucchini- yum; cucumber- this guy is just growing away too but hasn't had as much flower action as the rest on the plants; okra- heck yes I can't wait for this stuff to come! it actually seems to be doing pretty well and has really pretty flowers; basil is below it; canteloupe- between the pumpkin, cucumber, and canteloupe the garden floor is seriously covered, its also had a lot of flower action, keep those green thumbs crossed; lemon basil- this is now a full on bush, any ideas/recipes?; there is a parsley and a sage plant hidden behind the lemon basil; and last but not least yellow bell peppers- it looks pretty much the same as what it does in this picture. I am not really expecting much from it. Oh and not pictured is our very small, barely making it strawberry plant. It is between the two step stones behind the okra. I don't really expect much from it either, but it could surprise me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFc-qYOMI/AAAAAAAABJQ/wh34mIBhdX8/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFc-qYOMI/AAAAAAAABJQ/wh34mIBhdX8/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437488729209026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I haven't posted in a while but aren't you a little impressed? Oh and a big thank you to Michael for clearing off my computer so I could download pictures once again. It was quite a feat with our external hard drive but Michael put up a better fight. Thanks babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4709237160664118051?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4709237160664118051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4709237160664118051&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4709237160664118051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4709237160664118051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-havent-i-blogged.html' title='Why Haven&apos;t I Blogged?'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SoCFfTm0PrI/AAAAAAAABJw/xvWCPukVHKA/s72-c/IMG_1908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-5194655622122053803</id><published>2009-07-22T13:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:26:30.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss</title><content type='html'>Lately Avery and I have been playing mommy and baby. It is a great way for me to get a break because all I do is lay down and whine every once in a while, while AVery, my mommy, takes care of me by patting my back, giving me a pacifier, putting a blankie over me, getting me toys, and giving me kisses (my favorite). So today we were playing and this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Mommy, whaa (fake cry) (this means that she wants to play)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Lay down immediately... hallelujah) Whaaa&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Gives me her blankie and kisses me&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whaa... elephant (repeated a couple times)&lt;br /&gt;Avery with a sweet looks gives me the elephant and kisses me&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wait for her to walk away) Whaa, whaa, whaa puppy&lt;br /&gt;Avery grabs the puppy to give it to me with a look of "what the mess" on her face&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whaaa, paci! Paci! I want paci!&lt;br /&gt;Avery: No no no&lt;br /&gt;Me: Paci! WHAA!&lt;br /&gt;Avery: No no no (shaking her head and then she gave me a kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell what we have been working on? It has not been fun but I am trying to only let her have her paci in her bed. Dear heavens, most of the time I just want to give in and give it to her because if she isn't crying for it, she is putting something else in her mouth- dirty fingers, friends' toys, shoes, and the list goes on. Words of wisdom anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;I ordered some maternity jean shorts from Old Navy because I have officially and totally grown out of all pants non maternity (whaa!) and have no jean shorts. Too hot for no jean shorts. So anyways I got a free $10 so I got Avery a pair of jeans which she needs because she is too tall for all her old ones. Anyways we finally got them in the mail today! YAY! And they are cute, fit, and are long enough! I am actually wearing them right now! Best news ever. Or at least for the day. Anyways here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Avery our new clothes got here! Lets look at them!&lt;br /&gt;I open the box and her jeans are on top.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Avery look at these cute new jeans. Are you excited?&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Yes (with a cute cute smile with big chib cheeks on the side)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow look at mom's new shorts! (I pull out one pair and try them on) Yes! They fit!&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;I pull out the other shorts&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Daddy's!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No these ones are mommy's too.&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Daddy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she thoughtful? Avery loves her Daddy. We go through the house and name all of Daddy's things daily. We talk about how he is at "wook" and he'll be "back, back" later. We don't forget about daddy at all during the day. She brings him up constantly and makes sure that I remember daddy too. Gotta love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the no pictures. My computer doesn't have enough room to upload all the pics on my camera (if Mike is reading this he is rolling his eyes right now...) Maybe if Michael helps me clear off my computer I will get some pictures on here in the next few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-5194655622122053803?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/5194655622122053803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=5194655622122053803&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5194655622122053803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/5194655622122053803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-miss.html' title='Little Miss'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-6084053495640815206</id><published>2009-07-15T12:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:31:28.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is a good place to find fabric?</title><content type='html'>Okay we are trying to find curtains for our living room but everything we have looked at looks too formal and just too plain. I am trying to find either curtains or fabric to make curtains but I am having NO luck. Our couch is and olivey grey green and we have a lot of brown in the room but I want a punch of color and drapes with a fun design: floral, paisley, stripes, just not boring. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6084053495640815206?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6084053495640815206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6084053495640815206&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6084053495640815206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6084053495640815206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-is-good-place-to-find-fabric.html' title='Where is a good place to find fabric?'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-6171165769432839152</id><published>2009-06-06T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:48:15.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marseilles Dress SHABBY APPLE GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/05/shabby-apple-marseilles-dress-guest.html"&gt;Marseilles Dress SHABBY APPLE GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6171165769432839152?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/05/shabby-apple-marseilles-dress-guest.html' title='Marseilles Dress SHABBY APPLE GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6171165769432839152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6171165769432839152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6171165769432839152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6171165769432839152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/06/marseilles-dress-shabby-apple-guest.html' title='Marseilles Dress SHABBY APPLE GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-6578259595660614318</id><published>2009-05-24T14:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:28:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Doing...</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to me! (and Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Anniversary, Valentine's... you get the idea)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShoLyp_6oWI/AAAAAAAABJA/12JYAXXrhiY/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShoLyp_6oWI/AAAAAAAABJA/12JYAXXrhiY/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593273096446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery has been hanging out with B when I go over there to work. They are the best little friends... most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShoLyXnpavI/AAAAAAAABI4/-Jtble_pt34/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShoLyXnpavI/AAAAAAAABI4/-Jtble_pt34/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593268162816754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how much they love each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShoLyPB2sPI/AAAAAAAABIw/ifjIx8EBAnk/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShoLyPB2sPI/AAAAAAAABIw/ifjIx8EBAnk/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593265856819442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been looking for bugs, mainly rolly pollies, but ants will do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHn6D5kaI/AAAAAAAABIo/buDqz8hzWtM/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHn6D5kaI/AAAAAAAABIo/buDqz8hzWtM/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518321638871458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been on a safari in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHnbhr6tI/AAAAAAAABIg/TIubFqKce7o/s1600-h/IMG_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHnbhr6tI/AAAAAAAABIg/TIubFqKce7o/s320/IMG_1672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518313442306770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHnOZcJ0I/AAAAAAAABIY/xDV-whY-TxE/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHnOZcJ0I/AAAAAAAABIY/xDV-whY-TxE/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518309918058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHm_PKzQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/hkgxUp7RCaU/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHm_PKzQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/hkgxUp7RCaU/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518305848446210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been playing in lots of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHmhIl3wI/AAAAAAAABII/6KmQKLZjSz0/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShnHmhIl3wI/AAAAAAAABII/6KmQKLZjSz0/s320/IMG_1688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518297767796482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is just so much fun to get messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_UvwBgBI/AAAAAAAABIA/NiBSyiUCcIY/s1600-h/IMG_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_UvwBgBI/AAAAAAAABIA/NiBSyiUCcIY/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339509196360613906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been caught red handed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_UeIlzMI/AAAAAAAABH4/zkbtkn1ll58/s1600-h/IMG_1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_UeIlzMI/AAAAAAAABH4/zkbtkn1ll58/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339509191631817922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;counting Daddy's change in the corner of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_UEKVvuI/AAAAAAAABHw/etfKcvKpIBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_UEKVvuI/AAAAAAAABHw/etfKcvKpIBQ/s320/IMG_1693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339509184659832546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been helping Gma and Gpa Adams move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_T_2KmvI/AAAAAAAABHo/bMPMmTgKSNU/s1600-h/IMG_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_T_2KmvI/AAAAAAAABHo/bMPMmTgKSNU/s320/IMG_1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339509183501474546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hard work! Thank goodness for Dad's strong muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_TlB7jCI/AAAAAAAABHg/EWrLKaQwUrg/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Shm_TlB7jCI/AAAAAAAABHg/EWrLKaQwUrg/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339509176303062050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6578259595660614318?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6578259595660614318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6578259595660614318&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6578259595660614318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6578259595660614318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-weve-been-doing.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Doing...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ShoLyp_6oWI/AAAAAAAABJA/12JYAXXrhiY/s72-c/IMG_1684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-3914278578834571292</id><published>2009-05-18T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:25:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby 2...</title><content type='html'>What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy or Girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this won't be as much fun since all the family knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are HAVING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better call to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-3914278578834571292?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/3914278578834571292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=3914278578834571292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3914278578834571292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3914278578834571292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-2.html' title='Baby 2...'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-3651956988598725879</id><published>2009-05-06T20:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:06:26.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL!</title><content type='html'>Avery and I spend two days a week at my aunt's house.  I go to make a little moolah and Avery goes to play with her best friend (sometimes enemy) B. They are so cute together. My favorite is when I catch them in their own little world just giggling together. We had to give them candy to bribe them so that is why their cheeks are bulging... but still cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaC35TXpI/AAAAAAAABHY/AsuA6OieUm4/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaC35TXpI/AAAAAAAABHY/AsuA6OieUm4/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923914170621586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery LOVES her daddy. They have so much fun playing together. I have no idea what she was doing in this picture but apparently it was cute enough to document!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaCtTDcjI/AAAAAAAABHQ/yW1n-RLJY-M/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaCtTDcjI/AAAAAAAABHQ/yW1n-RLJY-M/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923911325839922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery and her crazy afterbath hair. Look how long it is getting! Who would of thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaCRlyRoI/AAAAAAAABHI/V5pREuwlEUs/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaCRlyRoI/AAAAAAAABHI/V5pREuwlEUs/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923903888213634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Michael's best nap ever. For half of the nap Avery's arms were wrapped around Michael's neck. Avery of course woke up at the sound of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaCMDzH1I/AAAAAAAABHA/577BTgMU_JY/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaCMDzH1I/AAAAAAAABHA/577BTgMU_JY/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923902403485522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter! We went up to Idaho and participated in the Adams' family easter egg hunt... Michael came out as one of the top money winners! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaB-2KmJI/AAAAAAAABG4/JxnMYW8n-Y8/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaB-2KmJI/AAAAAAAABG4/JxnMYW8n-Y8/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923898856642706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is little Miss Avery in her little Easter dress. We had a hard time taking a picture, and believe it or not, this was the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZK_hShPI/AAAAAAAABGw/X_Bdvh2d4t0/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZK_hShPI/AAAAAAAABGw/X_Bdvh2d4t0/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922954144711922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins! Avery loves them all and the attention she gets from them (most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZKswfZnI/AAAAAAAABGo/Vag_VF6un64/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZKswfZnI/AAAAAAAABGo/Vag_VF6un64/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922949108196978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery showcasing her LOVE for dandelions or "wowas". Don't mind her mismatching outfit, we were about to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZKZ8XauI/AAAAAAAABGg/YNvRoH8DdrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZKZ8XauI/AAAAAAAABGg/YNvRoH8DdrQ/s320/IMG_1629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922944057731810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery looking cute- first time I put her hair in the famous "fountain" hairdo. I loved having it out of her eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZKfDgJEI/AAAAAAAABGY/PvoWSDXn2NA/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZKfDgJEI/AAAAAAAABGY/PvoWSDXn2NA/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922945429840962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael's graduation... before walking... don't mind the big belly, it just suddenly came out of nowhere and is getting bigger and bigger and bigger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZJ-ekuhI/AAAAAAAABGQ/tRWTU4_jtdk/s1600-h/IMG_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJZJ-ekuhI/AAAAAAAABGQ/tRWTU4_jtdk/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922936685017618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little Miss playing while we were waiting for graduation to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYWx2w0oI/AAAAAAAABGI/_pon4D6vEcg/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYWx2w0oI/AAAAAAAABGI/_pon4D6vEcg/s320/IMG_1638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922057123484290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael with Grandpa and Grandma Brimhall. Thanks for coming Gpa and Gma! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYWeCn6oI/AAAAAAAABGA/StDwPHcoJPY/s1600-h/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYWeCn6oI/AAAAAAAABGA/StDwPHcoJPY/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922051804523138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so proud that Michael graduated... well almost ;) Give us 5 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYV3OrL-I/AAAAAAAABF4/Z4GYld1nDr8/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYV3OrL-I/AAAAAAAABF4/Z4GYld1nDr8/s320/IMG_1655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922041386086370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After graduation we went up to Idaho. Avery is on the trampoline with the Adams' girls. She loved spending time with them, especially on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYVpOdIhI/AAAAAAAABFw/CUXn8uZy5Sk/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYVpOdIhI/AAAAAAAABFw/CUXn8uZy5Sk/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922037627068946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery accompanying Grandma A on the piano. She really had fun with following Gma A around and helping her out. Thanks Gma for letting her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYVRWkJcI/AAAAAAAABFo/HaybX-PBXUk/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJYVRWkJcI/AAAAAAAABFo/HaybX-PBXUk/s320/IMG_1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332922031218632130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that was April in a nutshell! So exciting! May should be even more laxed... especially for Michael, which means we get more time with him, YAY! We LOVE Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-3651956988598725879?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/3651956988598725879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=3651956988598725879&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3651956988598725879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3651956988598725879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/05/april.html' title='APRIL!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/SgJaC35TXpI/AAAAAAAABHY/AsuA6OieUm4/s72-c/IMG_1568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4291310756002700452</id><published>2009-04-19T20:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:51:23.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruff!</title><content type='html'>Avery now barks like a dog not just pants like one and it is so funny! She was in her bedroom when we heard her yelling and we walked in and realized she was just barking.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84fae4d50b14e850" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84fae4d50b14e850%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62BA91BBFEACA773E9BC630F3FDC18950FA4797A.43BF8633C043939B44CF920ECCD3548D9EC8F6BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84fae4d50b14e850%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWds7UUgmdfJE4p9VeiQVeT7I52s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84fae4d50b14e850%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62BA91BBFEACA773E9BC630F3FDC18950FA4797A.43BF8633C043939B44CF920ECCD3548D9EC8F6BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84fae4d50b14e850%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWds7UUgmdfJE4p9VeiQVeT7I52s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4291310756002700452?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=84fae4d50b14e850&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4291310756002700452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4291310756002700452&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4291310756002700452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4291310756002700452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/04/ruff.html' title='Ruff!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4443980579721535710</id><published>2009-04-13T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:18:08.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things:</title><content type='html'>Avery: Dandelions. She will see one and freak out until it is in her hand. We have quite a few patches of them right outside our apartment and I think I pick all available flowers but the next time we walk out the door there is more. I am glad I am not the one fighting the weeds, and I'm glad they make Avery so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly: Warm, sunny 65 degree weather days. Perfect weather to be outside, not too hot and definitely not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Snow expected this late in the season (much to my dismay). He gets to use his last ski pass and have some fresh snow. I will be at home crying because of the frigid cold when it should still be warm and 65. Stop teasing me weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4443980579721535710?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4443980579721535710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4443980579721535710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4443980579721535710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4443980579721535710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite Things:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7321573358681066274.post-6030903417893585590</id><published>2009-04-06T15:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:54:51.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things:</title><content type='html'>1. I have an amazing husband. For the past 9 weeks I have been a complete slacker in the cleaning, cooking, looking decent departments and he has not complained (much). Instead he has cleaned, cooked or put up with my slacker cooking (like tonight we had grilled cheese and tomato soup), and tells me I'm beautiful or only makes minimal jokes. What a guy. If I can remember how crappy I feel in the first 14 weeks of pregnancy we will only have 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avery is a terrible eater. Terrible. She used to eat anything and everything. Now vegetables are a rarity in Avery's diet. She used to eat broccoli but now nada. She'll eat fruit, well most fruit. She'll eat cereal. She'll eat bread and peanut butter. But if she sees goldfish that is all she wants. What do I do? I know I need to be patient and keep trying to give her veggies and such but how do I make her healthy till she starts eating them? I do give her a multi-vitamin with flouride. But I want something better. Patience, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are healthy, easy meals? I don't always have the energy or want to cook, especially because of all the smells but quick meals would be great. Ideas anyone? Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6030903417893585590?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6030903417893585590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6030903417893585590&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6030903417893585590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6030903417893585590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-things.html' title='3 Things:'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-6673033742019229938</id><published>2009-03-19T19:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:15:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery vs. Chicken Broth Can</title><content type='html'>I was hurrying to get ready to go to my aunt's to clean, and I got into the fridge and Avery decided that she needed to be in it too. So instead of fighting her I just let her look in the fridge and went on making sandwiches while talking to Lacey on the phone. About 10 seconds later I heard Avery scream and turned around and saw Avery on the ground with a can of chicken broth. I guess she carried it and tripped and Avery got this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF28X2xHI/AAAAAAAABFg/beEAUlRgurY/s1600-h/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF28X2xHI/AAAAAAAABFg/beEAUlRgurY/s320/IMG_1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098426704577650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The can didn't even have a dent so I guess the can one. After to calls to grandmas to figure out what to do, we went to the pediatrician office and they looked at it and agreed (thanks goodness, I felt like a paranoid first mom) that Avery needed stitches. They put some numbing gel on it and then bandaged it up. She HATED it but finally fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2pWIZdI/AAAAAAAABFY/By6bG1Q1-6U/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2pWIZdI/AAAAAAAABFY/By6bG1Q1-6U/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098421597070802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got a 20 minute nap in and then they woke her up and strapped her down! I was surprised that she didn't freak when they strapped her but it was a different story when the doctor came up and rubbed iodine on her cut and then put sterile over her face so she couldn't see. Add the nurse holding her head down to one side and she was absolutely not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2bJPWvI/AAAAAAAABFQ/HcvPnJz_yso/s1600-h/IMG_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2bJPWvI/AAAAAAAABFQ/HcvPnJz_yso/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098417784904434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to take pictures while the doctor was stitching but I felt insensitive to pull out the camera as my daughter was screaming her head off. I was afraid that my doctor wouldn't be too happy about that, so here is the post-op :) (hopefully this is the closest to post-op we will get)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2XWYqKI/AAAAAAAABFI/FWYrUeQJnuI/s1600-h/IMG_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2XWYqKI/AAAAAAAABFI/FWYrUeQJnuI/s320/IMG_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098416766298274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the two little stitches! 15 months and stitches... what a mom. Look at that sad little tear on her other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2LVwzBI/AAAAAAAABFA/HrOrTVfk5iw/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF2LVwzBI/AAAAAAAABFA/HrOrTVfk5iw/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098413542460434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has been a little more sensitive today but other than that she has been mess-making, story-telling, (stuffed)puppy-loving, chia-excited Avery. Thank heavens for modern medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-6673033742019229938?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/6673033742019229938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=6673033742019229938&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6673033742019229938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/6673033742019229938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/03/avery-vs-chicken-broth-can.html' title='Avery vs. Chicken Broth Can'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScMF28X2xHI/AAAAAAAABFg/beEAUlRgurY/s72-c/IMG_1549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-4385525966147071804</id><published>2009-03-17T20:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:57:47.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone hungry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScBvXRPEN1I/AAAAAAAABE4/5cSHhIO_-sE/s1600-h/bun+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScBvXRPEN1I/AAAAAAAABE4/5cSHhIO_-sE/s320/bun+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314370005851453266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cause we have a bun in the oven!!! (Yes, a baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScBvXE9FV8I/AAAAAAAABEw/jmYHkxahBkk/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScBvXE9FV8I/AAAAAAAABEw/jmYHkxahBkk/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314370002554804162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't  planning on telling everyone quite yet but my mom already put it on her blog so I better catch up to her! I am only ten weeks along and am due October 12! Yay for baby 2... I think (yay after the sickness leaves)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-4385525966147071804?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/4385525966147071804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=4385525966147071804&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4385525966147071804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/4385525966147071804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/03/anyone-hungry.html' title='Anyone hungry?'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/ScBvXRPEN1I/AAAAAAAABE4/5cSHhIO_-sE/s72-c/bun+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-3072599143351409262</id><published>2009-03-15T15:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:27:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggytails!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-x7JzSeI/AAAAAAAABEo/3MN4SG7zPM8/s1600-h/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-x7JzSeI/AAAAAAAABEo/3MN4SG7zPM8/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542531524544994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After alligator tears and a lot of squeals we were able to pull Avery's little hairs into the cutest piggytails ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-xJTIYWI/AAAAAAAABEg/NB6EDfGIrJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-xJTIYWI/AAAAAAAABEg/NB6EDfGIrJ8/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542518141903202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side view of the cute baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-w3gzXTI/AAAAAAAABEY/WYXVFl2rbj0/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-w3gzXTI/AAAAAAAABEY/WYXVFl2rbj0/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542513367407922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael made us switch Avery's dress because he said the pink one looked like we were in the 80s, so Avery got a cute dress for her cute hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-w6XAVTI/AAAAAAAABEQ/q4UidJ2XKGQ/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-w6XAVTI/AAAAAAAABEQ/q4UidJ2XKGQ/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542514131621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side view 2... we can't do much with the front of her hair but the back makes up for it. Her piggytails stayed in until Sunday school and then one fell out and we didn't even try to put it back in because if she acted anywhere close to the way she did at home people would have thought we were pinching her. It's okay though because we left at the end of Sunday school so little miss could take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321573358681066274-3072599143351409262?l=mcadams3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/feeds/3072599143351409262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321573358681066274&amp;postID=3072599143351409262&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3072599143351409262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321573358681066274/posts/default/3072599143351409262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcadams3.blogspot.com/2009/03/piggytails.html' title='Piggytails!'/><author><name>Carly A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913142022559554044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sb1-x7JzSeI/AAAAAAAABEo/3MN4SG7zPM8/s72-c/IMG_1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321573358681066274.post-8891709667170925942</id><published>2009-03-07T21:12:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:10:36.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to come back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sbs1ngIm_6I/AAAAAAAABEI/shjJ457ObgQ/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sbs1ngIm_6I/AAAAAAAABEI/shjJ457ObgQ/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312899138170847138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a terrible blogger for over a month and I still don't really feel like blogging but I know I should. Little miss Avery is just too cute not to write about. :) So I have about a million pictures below so I am sorry, but it is a little catch up. Above is Avery and me rocking out to some music. Ave loves the ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sbs1ncKg5qI/AAAAAAAABEA/VNnOlfvcZQs/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sbs1ncKg5qI/AAAAAAAABEA/VNnOlfvcZQs/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312899137105094306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Avery extremely ready for a nap... we just need a diaper change first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp6n5Ya0U8Q/Sbs1nPY1xoI/AAAAAAAABD4/kpYCw60PA58/s1600-h/IMG_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: p
