<?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-70518816084598122</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:03:51.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-7407813910415701885</id><published>2010-06-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:02:18.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>So it has been awhile. I have a few pictures I was going to post right after the last post, but I never got to it. They are of Chloe climbing into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGX6LSEvII/AAAAAAAAAbg/NkD3nZd_bgw/s1600/IMG_0030%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481329247203409026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGX6LSEvII/AAAAAAAAAbg/NkD3nZd_bgw/s320/IMG_0030%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGQPephThI/AAAAAAAAAaw/0Lbdf2O5K9M/s1600/S6302632.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGOrYc_mHI/AAAAAAAAAao/xayE2QCLCfw/s1600/S6302588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481319097436182642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGOrYc_mHI/AAAAAAAAAao/xayE2QCLCfw/s320/S6302588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGOqw_W_iI/AAAAAAAAAag/eRNwMjTEtu4/s1600/S6302584.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGOqw_W_iI/AAAAAAAAAag/eRNwMjTEtu4/s1600/S6302584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481319086842904098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGOqw_W_iI/AAAAAAAAAag/eRNwMjTEtu4/s320/S6302584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a crazy climber now. The other day, she was playing in her room and it was queit for too long, so I went in there and as I am walking in, she is climbing down into her crib. She had climb onto the love seat we have next to her crib, the to the arm of the loveseat, then onto her crib and down. CRAZY!! A few days after that, I caught her on her changing table. She had climbed onto the toys the climbed the rest of the way up to the top. The toys are no longer next to the changing table. She still tries to climb up, but can't do it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little over a month ago, Chloe got her first tooth. She now has her two front teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGQP7ILpHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/yAZvFkRYYPM/s1600/S6302632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481320824731051122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGQP7ILpHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/yAZvFkRYYPM/s320/S6302632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGQlM750uI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2ganUr9zWCU/s1600/S6302641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481321190288642786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGQlM750uI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2ganUr9zWCU/s320/S6302641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days, if I leave my shoes out, Chloe likes to put one on and walk around with it. She wouldn't look at me, so I didn't get a very good picture, but I'll give you what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGRrIUu2eI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cLMDg57JJVU/s1600/S6302637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481322391641446882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGRrIUu2eI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cLMDg57JJVU/s320/S6302637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGRqZ8vJBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1hMj7Kx37QQ/s1600/S6302634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481322379192771602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGRqZ8vJBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1hMj7Kx37QQ/s320/S6302634.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-7407813910415701885?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/7407813910415701885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=7407813910415701885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/7407813910415701885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/7407813910415701885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2010/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/TBGX6LSEvII/AAAAAAAAAbg/NkD3nZd_bgw/s72-c/IMG_0030%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-3738430935364462865</id><published>2010-03-16T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:37:10.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Chloe turned a year old a month ago tomorrow. We were going to have a party for her on February 21st, but for certain reasons we postponed it. We ended up having a party with my family for all three babies with birthday's three weeks apart. Melissa was nice enough to make cakes for each baby.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_ZJUtAJqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/m8m_DGxn5OU/s1600-h/S6302562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449312828341102242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_ZJUtAJqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/m8m_DGxn5OU/s320/S6302562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_ZKJsD9MI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rQs6Im01qC0/s1600-h/S6302563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449312842564236482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_ZKJsD9MI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rQs6Im01qC0/s320/S6302563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otto and William both dug into their cakes, but Chloe didn't want anything to do with her cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z8aMFyaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/4ABC9DD0TVk/s1600-h/S6302568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449313705987000738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z8aMFyaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/4ABC9DD0TVk/s320/S6302568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z9A4ZozI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZmSHRTAGcnU/s1600-h/S6302570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449313716373398322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z9A4ZozI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZmSHRTAGcnU/s320/S6302570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_aKXNz8uI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/puikHs5jy1Y/s1600-h/S6302577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449313945707082466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_aKXNz8uI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/puikHs5jy1Y/s320/S6302577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of after they got done eating the cake. Poor Chloe, just didn't want any. :0(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z9kJLMbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-acGIY81yu0/s1600-h/S6302573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449313725838995890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z9kJLMbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-acGIY81yu0/s320/S6302573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z-RB0mPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/xJJYsv0JaSI/s1600-h/S6302574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449313737887750386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_Z-RB0mPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/xJJYsv0JaSI/s320/S6302574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_aLCNSxsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vOwH0UVcLwo/s1600-h/S6302579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449313957247633090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_aLCNSxsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vOwH0UVcLwo/s320/S6302579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little over a week later, we celebrated with Christophe's family. My mom came too. Unfortunately I forgot my camera, so I don't have any pictures. That time Chloe at a little more cake, but not much. Here are some pictures of Chloe on her birthday with some balloons that Uncle Ben, Aunt Shari and Aunt Pat got her. Thanks you guys, she loved them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_dAUgTk1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4UbEOHKvIaU/s1600-h/S6302543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449317071715537746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_dAUgTk1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4UbEOHKvIaU/s320/S6302543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_dBuUexXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8GVWhuq_Po8/s1600-h/S6302547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449317095825130866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_dBuUexXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8GVWhuq_Po8/s320/S6302547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_dBK_UDrI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OEpGlR0iIos/s1600-h/S6302545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449317086341107378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_dBK_UDrI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OEpGlR0iIos/s320/S6302545.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-3738430935364462865?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/3738430935364462865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=3738430935364462865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3738430935364462865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3738430935364462865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5_ZJUtAJqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/m8m_DGxn5OU/s72-c/S6302562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-7770642159756191413</id><published>2010-03-10T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:05:37.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Like Elizabeth, this is the only form of a journel I keep, so I want to write these few memories I have of my dad and Chloe. I figured I could write them easier then I could tell them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last several months I have been going to my parents' house on Saturdays. Sometimes when I went my dad would be sitting on the couch reading his scriptures or another church book. Chloe was usually asleep when we got there, so I would leave her in her car seat in the living room with my dad. When she would make the slightest peep, Dad would jump up and get her out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other occasions I would have her in a high chair eating grahm crackers, a few times she would have eaten all of them, so Dad would get her out and take her to the sink to wash her hands and face. Once that was done, he would "sneak" downstairs so they could go watch college football together. I would go down to check on them a little while later and Dad had usally given Chloe his watch to eat and play with. Those are just a few stories of Dad and Chloe. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5hHrpEfurI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0Us31kcIeS8/s1600-h/S6302290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447182564389272242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5hHrpEfurI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0Us31kcIeS8/s320/S6302290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5hHlbvoLpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ohZPIjAHV0g/s1600-h/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447182457732869778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5hHlbvoLpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ohZPIjAHV0g/s320/IMG_2354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5hHkz-PF8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/WcM98L9XqH4/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447182447056721858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5hHkz-PF8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/WcM98L9XqH4/s320/IMG_0310.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/70518816084598122-7770642159756191413?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/7770642159756191413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=7770642159756191413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/7770642159756191413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/7770642159756191413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S5hHrpEfurI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0Us31kcIeS8/s72-c/S6302290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-6181103217376112259</id><published>2010-02-08T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:39:41.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little gamer</title><content type='html'>Chloe has figured out that if you push buttons on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360 remote, things happen on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. She love to do it too. What can I say, she takes after her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CRFsC9fgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AietDHjJ7qU/s1600-h/S6302525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004277145140738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CRFsC9fgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AietDHjJ7qU/s320/S6302525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CREFx15cI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ssr_pEdgk6E/s1600-h/S6302518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004249692923330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CREFx15cI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ssr_pEdgk6E/s320/S6302518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CRFDwPYeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mes1QzvnmlU/s1600-h/S6302523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004266329203170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CRFDwPYeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mes1QzvnmlU/s320/S6302523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CREq2BKwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ax4F6urA_M/s1600-h/S6302519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004259642551042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CREq2BKwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ax4F6urA_M/s320/S6302519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-6181103217376112259?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6181103217376112259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=6181103217376112259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6181103217376112259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6181103217376112259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-gamer.html' title='My little gamer'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/S3CRFsC9fgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AietDHjJ7qU/s72-c/S6302525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-721930299764910354</id><published>2009-12-04T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:42:17.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl after my own heart</title><content type='html'>So Chloe really loves to put things in her mouth.  Normal baby.  She really loves to put shiny metal things in her mouth, silverware, watches, necklaces.  A few weeks ago we went out to lunch with my Dad and Mom and Uncle Ben.  Ben was finished eating and holding Chloe on his lap and this is what happened. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sxm45hi6n5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/35zykCqEmCE/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411559725659234194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sxm45hi6n5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/35zykCqEmCE/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right, she is eating salt.  She is her mother's daughter.  OK OK, she is not eating the salt, just the lid that is shiny and silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sxm46IlXtyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RkN-_iG0KL8/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411559736138512162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sxm46IlXtyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RkN-_iG0KL8/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Grandpa helping her opening her first present.  Thanks Aunt Tricia for the Christmas book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-721930299764910354?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/721930299764910354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=721930299764910354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/721930299764910354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/721930299764910354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-after-my-own-heart.html' title='A girl after my own heart'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sxm45hi6n5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/35zykCqEmCE/s72-c/IMG_0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4085428799237636580</id><published>2009-11-11T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:33:43.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>Chloe was Minnie Mouse for Halloween.  I know I am a little slow at getting this posted.  But here are a couple pictures of her all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Svsro5VKw-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/GRTABoXYgUI/s1600-h/IMG_0301%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402960159545410530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Svsro5VKw-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/GRTABoXYgUI/s320/IMG_0301%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SvsropwGA-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/GMXB0qh2n1o/s1600-h/IMG_0292%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402960155363378146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SvsropwGA-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/GMXB0qh2n1o/s320/IMG_0292%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got another video of her walking, it has been a few weeks since the last one, and she is walking a lot better now.  She doesn't crawl very often anymore, it is mostly walking with a few falls in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb22c8a86fb3895e" 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://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb22c8a86fb3895e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D3F85E3AFA72F1A3A0E1BB67946F0502F5D919.597A6D8A0E2F10A91B6FA0728560C9BAB5992E33%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb22c8a86fb3895e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX93DW4pXf_1jcnTvHB720dHWqQw&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://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb22c8a86fb3895e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D3F85E3AFA72F1A3A0E1BB67946F0502F5D919.597A6D8A0E2F10A91B6FA0728560C9BAB5992E33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb22c8a86fb3895e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX93DW4pXf_1jcnTvHB720dHWqQw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much else has happened or is going on.  Just work in the mornings and come home and play with my little cutie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-4085428799237636580?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4085428799237636580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4085428799237636580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4085428799237636580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4085428799237636580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/11/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Svsro5VKw-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/GRTABoXYgUI/s72-c/IMG_0301%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-5510551388234679638</id><published>2009-10-22T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:09:44.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So some people in my family think that it is a race to see who walks first, Lincoln or Chloe.  But it is one race that both Elizabeth and I hope the other one wins.  I know right now, they are about at the same place, taking a few steps.  Go Lincoln go!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, the last time Tricia was home Chloe was tarting to stand on her own.  She asked me when Chloe started walking if I would take a video and put it on the blog.  Well, it isn't exactly walking, just a taking a few steps.  Usually it is just a few steps and the she falls, like below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c278741f19c3ad30" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc278741f19c3ad30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33767CCEDA0FC8E5CA603317683D91A78550AF01.73B05BFE988AA9DB9AF3DAFAC2F96E1B0E5CC6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc278741f19c3ad30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dfm5CWoG4A7ry56uhTdrgv7WfenY&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc278741f19c3ad30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33767CCEDA0FC8E5CA603317683D91A78550AF01.73B05BFE988AA9DB9AF3DAFAC2F96E1B0E5CC6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc278741f19c3ad30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dfm5CWoG4A7ry56uhTdrgv7WfenY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But sometimes, if she is going towards something she wants, she will take a few more.  (Don't pay attention to the paper towel she is stepping on.  There have been a lot of Box Elder bugs in my house and that night I had to keep something handy in case I saw one low enough for me to get, and Chloe had just pulled it down from the couch.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-44b16b1f6fce8d25" 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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44b16b1f6fce8d25%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D8AEE5C12E890E89A0F92E45600F32F7065488.453FEC5344CD9544FE9A4053D05A14335264A150%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44b16b1f6fce8d25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhYlsy9enexoRjIyeiN-R4lzWEfc&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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44b16b1f6fce8d25%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D8AEE5C12E890E89A0F92E45600F32F7065488.453FEC5344CD9544FE9A4053D05A14335264A150%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44b16b1f6fce8d25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhYlsy9enexoRjIyeiN-R4lzWEfc&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/70518816084598122-5510551388234679638?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5510551388234679638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=5510551388234679638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5510551388234679638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5510551388234679638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/10/race.html' title='Race'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-3212003127473610613</id><published>2009-10-06T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:06:51.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lydia</title><content type='html'>Lydia came up to Utah with some of Andy's family. We got to go out to lunch with Grandma, Aunt Jane and Daniel. Here are a couple pictures of Lydia, Grandma and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SsuucVOVRpI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WH3FdCh2UWU/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389593180835759762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SsuucVOVRpI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WH3FdCh2UWU/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Ssuub8LhHxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fk4RR2YqDws/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389593174113066770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Ssuub8LhHxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fk4RR2YqDws/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SsuubvVsv3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ET_l2x0ZZQk/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389593170666110834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SsuubvVsv3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ET_l2x0ZZQk/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SsuubDumvXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ncBdljEO7_8/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389593158959414642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SsuubDumvXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ncBdljEO7_8/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-3212003127473610613?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/3212003127473610613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=3212003127473610613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3212003127473610613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3212003127473610613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/10/lydia.html' title='Lydia'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SsuucVOVRpI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WH3FdCh2UWU/s72-c/IMG_0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-6817559886134177734</id><published>2009-09-24T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:00:50.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>I have taken a few pictures of Chloe in the last few week. Here are a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvps_YWC6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/osSYFUpjKDM/s1600-h/S6302383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154738588617634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvps_YWC6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/osSYFUpjKDM/s320/S6302383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvpusyk3OI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6uQIFVtCDqk/s1600-h/S6302391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154767958105314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvpusyk3OI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6uQIFVtCDqk/s320/S6302391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvp70XwKyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NDGG2Kev0Rc/s1600-h/S6302407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154993331383074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvp70XwKyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NDGG2Kev0Rc/s320/S6302407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SrvpvRNIVdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KG8I7jePTBo/s1600-h/S6302397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154777733158354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SrvpvRNIVdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KG8I7jePTBo/s320/S6302397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvp7TjrFrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/NqWZkhYJKEY/s1600-h/S6302401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154984523011762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvp7TjrFrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/NqWZkhYJKEY/s320/S6302401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SrvpuOW6RbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/i72irnNF7fQ/s1600-h/S6302388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154759789004210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SrvpuOW6RbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/i72irnNF7fQ/s320/S6302388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SrvptbT3ldI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2JixGJdMBKQ/s1600-h/S6302387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154746086036946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SrvptbT3ldI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2JixGJdMBKQ/s320/S6302387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvp8YbJPpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rvbDQmntoLQ/s1600-h/S6302409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385155003009285778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvp8YbJPpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rvbDQmntoLQ/s320/S6302409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes in a couple of them, she is standing on her own. She can do that for about 15 to 20 seconds on her own before she catches herself or falls. In this last one, she got so tired that when Christophe picked her up, she fell asleep. (Yes she drools a ton!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-6817559886134177734?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6817559886134177734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=6817559886134177734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6817559886134177734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6817559886134177734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Srvps_YWC6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/osSYFUpjKDM/s72-c/S6302383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-5579984564872952319</id><published>2009-09-01T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:24:23.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinker</title><content type='html'>Chloe is such a big stinker.  We are trying to get her used to her crib, so she will sleep in there at night.  Yesterday, while Christophe was in there she did this. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sp3G3K7hXrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-MSldxudfTw/s1600-h/Chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672181279350450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sp3G3K7hXrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-MSldxudfTw/s320/Chloe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew she could stand herself up, but this is the first time that she climbed up the bumper to make herself higher.  So you say it is time to lower my crib, it is already on the lowest setting.  And just now as I am writing this, she found a small crack between the couch and the wall and started crawling through it, and got stuck and started fussing.  My cute stinker is exploring a lot more lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5bbc82a3b353d39d" 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://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bbc82a3b353d39d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43864C97FF7A41F5F42FB840CAC6F340535AF042.17F7EE795B7E3E04DF0E0D7700FA28E22C43EFA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bbc82a3b353d39d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMNYqwiFeShBbh5JyhUdCNWvf6rQ&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://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bbc82a3b353d39d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43864C97FF7A41F5F42FB840CAC6F340535AF042.17F7EE795B7E3E04DF0E0D7700FA28E22C43EFA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bbc82a3b353d39d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMNYqwiFeShBbh5JyhUdCNWvf6rQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a video of her crawling a few days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-5579984564872952319?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5bbc82a3b353d39d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5579984564872952319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=5579984564872952319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5579984564872952319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5579984564872952319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/09/stinker.html' title='Stinker'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sp3G3K7hXrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-MSldxudfTw/s72-c/Chloe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-6982408764914237016</id><published>2009-08-02T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:02:26.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 1/2 months and crawling</title><content type='html'>Chloe has been trying to figure out crawling for a few weeks.  She would get on her hands and knees and move her knees, but kept her hands on the ground.  The last few days she has started moving her hands, but kept her knees where they were.  But last night she figured out she had to do them both together.  It was a slow and thoughtful crawl, but she did it.  Help me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, we went to Kiddie Kandids and got Chloe's picture taken for my mom and Christophe's mom's birthdays.  I couldn't wait for their actual birthdays to give them there picture though.  Below are the picture that we got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX16IwfTbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/n7cQMVBsigY/s1600-h/016039611_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365464910213893554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX16IwfTbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/n7cQMVBsigY/s320/016039611_09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX2byZ1swI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xsk3u8aI4OM/s1600-h/016039611_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365465488328864514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX2byZ1swI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xsk3u8aI4OM/s320/016039611_28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX15olByOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/88x66ue2PFM/s1600-h/016039611_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365464901575887074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX15olByOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/88x66ue2PFM/s320/016039611_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX2b7JB_DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ae2VNPpEYFc/s1600-h/016039611_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365465490674285618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX2b7JB_DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ae2VNPpEYFc/s320/016039611_19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX16HYDqgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZjZA0wsnY60/s1600-h/016039611_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365464909842983426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX16HYDqgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZjZA0wsnY60/s320/016039611_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX2b7JB_DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ae2VNPpEYFc/s1600-h/016039611_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX2cBmudLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/r0b7L4llb_w/s1600-h/016039611_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365465492409447602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX2cBmudLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/r0b7L4llb_w/s320/016039611_29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX15pjBnZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/hkZ1AQDXzKs/s1600-h/016039611_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365464901835922834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX15pjBnZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/hkZ1AQDXzKs/s320/016039611_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX16WRx10I/AAAAAAAAAVM/I9NWAWgRQBU/s1600-h/016039611_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365464913843181378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX16WRx10I/AAAAAAAAAVM/I9NWAWgRQBU/s320/016039611_17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-6982408764914237016?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6982408764914237016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=6982408764914237016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6982408764914237016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6982408764914237016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-12-months-and-crawling.html' title='5 1/2 months and crawling'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SnX16IwfTbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/n7cQMVBsigY/s72-c/016039611_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-6060588306704254167</id><published>2009-06-25T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:37:37.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe</title><content type='html'>Chloe went into her 4 month appointment yesterday.  She is now 11 lbs 1 ounce and 23 inches long.  So she is still little but is getting bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtPEH2sLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tZftgdiXWaY/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351381625306788018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtPEH2sLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tZftgdiXWaY/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtOyyltII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-fGilHZnPwc/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351381620654191746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtOyyltII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-fGilHZnPwc/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtO_KTWpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FazGgf252ks/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351381623974877842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtO_KTWpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FazGgf252ks/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtPTR3i0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7H6yxg4QpDI/s1600-h/Chloe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351381629375318850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtPTR3i0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7H6yxg4QpDI/s320/Chloe4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-6060588306704254167?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6060588306704254167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=6060588306704254167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6060588306704254167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6060588306704254167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/06/chloe.html' title='Chloe'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SkPtPEH2sLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tZftgdiXWaY/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-5412779547571690761</id><published>2009-06-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:10:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQl6W4MpBI/AAAAAAAAATo/HSsfMxJA6lM/s1600-h/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQl6W4MpBI/AAAAAAAAATo/HSsfMxJA6lM/s320/IMG_3055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342436742472180754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQlLh_9ihI/AAAAAAAAATI/2r2SAQINejY/s1600-h/IMG_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQlLh_9ihI/AAAAAAAAATI/2r2SAQINejY/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342435938003683858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQlMLMtYZI/AAAAAAAAATY/yZg4Qkh2lNY/s1600-h/IMG_3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQlMLMtYZI/AAAAAAAAATY/yZg4Qkh2lNY/s320/IMG_3065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342435949063004562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQlL_wceDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/j5t83Qco5_U/s1600-h/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQlL_wceDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/j5t83Qco5_U/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342435945991665714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we blessed Chloe.  It was really nice.  Thanks to all the family and friends that came.  It was a really nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQm5V4Z2UI/AAAAAAAAATw/YebYWbh6ty0/s1600-h/IMG_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQm5V4Z2UI/AAAAAAAAATw/YebYWbh6ty0/s320/IMG_3069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342437824536369474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQm5zfImaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BpbXyuYGF_o/s1600-h/IMG_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQm5zfImaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BpbXyuYGF_o/s320/IMG_3071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342437832483445154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chloe and William playing after church.  I looks like Chloe had the cooler toys to play with, sorry William.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-5412779547571690761?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5412779547571690761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=5412779547571690761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5412779547571690761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5412779547571690761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQl6W4MpBI/AAAAAAAAATo/HSsfMxJA6lM/s72-c/IMG_3055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-6856758542806486431</id><published>2009-06-01T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:58:27.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQktASN2WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3BrgExoCAG8/s1600-h/chloe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQktASN2WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3BrgExoCAG8/s320/chloe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342435413557369186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christophe finally found a job (YAY!!!) that started a month ago, I know I'm a little slow at posting this.  He works for TruGreen, it is a  lawn care place.  He goes door to door to sale the service.  The week before he started I went back to work.  I had to work full time that week, but from then on, I got to go part time. Which works out perfectly, almost.  I go to work from 8:00 to about 11:40 and Christophe works 11:50 to 9:00 Monday through Thursday and 9:00 to 6:00 on Fridays.  So once I am off work, I meet him at his work and we switch cars and I go home with Chloe.  It is nice only having to worry about finding someone to watch Chloe 1 day a week for just a few hours.  If I had to work to pay for daycare, I don't think I could make myself go work.  It has been very nice so far because we have had either family or friends be able to watch her. And Christophe's mom is planning on watching her for most Fridays for the rest of the summer.  Family is great!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-6856758542806486431?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6856758542806486431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=6856758542806486431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6856758542806486431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6856758542806486431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/06/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SiQktASN2WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3BrgExoCAG8/s72-c/chloe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-6009470370801403885</id><published>2009-05-22T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:13:52.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>I get a lot of good smiles everyday now, but whenever I pull out my phone to take a picture, Chloe stops smiling.  So here are a couple half smiles that I have been able to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Shc_C8Ta-wI/AAAAAAAAASg/Dg0lFFlqDzY/s1600-h/IMG_0190%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Shc_C8Ta-wI/AAAAAAAAASg/Dg0lFFlqDzY/s320/IMG_0190%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338805203050887938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Shc_C5kQCjI/AAAAAAAAASY/VpSNB1VnNoo/s1600-h/IMG_0172%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Shc_C5kQCjI/AAAAAAAAASY/VpSNB1VnNoo/s320/IMG_0172%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338805202316167730" 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/70518816084598122-6009470370801403885?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/6009470370801403885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=6009470370801403885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6009470370801403885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/6009470370801403885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Shc_C8Ta-wI/AAAAAAAAASg/Dg0lFFlqDzY/s72-c/IMG_0190%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-739448356759959691</id><published>2009-04-16T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:45:45.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Chloe will be 2 months old tomorrow.  It is kind of crazy.  Here are a couple of cute pictures that Christophe took on his phone.  I love the second one.  She has started to smile, but I haven't gotten it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; yet. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sedf8h_kOcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IBb28cjwGow/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325330577910675906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sedf8h_kOcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IBb28cjwGow/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sedf8kFfM-I/AAAAAAAAASI/I4A_mKxld8U/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325330578472383458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sedf8kFfM-I/AAAAAAAAASI/I4A_mKxld8U/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-739448356759959691?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/739448356759959691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=739448356759959691&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/739448356759959691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/739448356759959691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sedf8h_kOcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IBb28cjwGow/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-56270436388549713</id><published>2009-03-29T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:30:56.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is Christophe and Ian's birthday. Jenny, her family, Matt, his family and Daniel all came to Mom and Dad's to celebrate. We had pizza, cupcakes and ice cream. Then Ian opened his presents. While the kids where playing with the new toys, the adults either went down stairs to watch basketball or stayed upstairs and played Trivial Pursuit on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;. We had a lot of fun. We then compared Chloe and William. William is a little bigger, but they are close in size.  Here are a couple picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBXTj7MSuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dh_xr7kdQ48/s1600-h/IMG_0157%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBXTj7MSuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dh_xr7kdQ48/s320/IMG_0157%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318847153497197282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBXTNIp8wI/AAAAAAAAARw/iDjtL-lJcgM/s1600-h/IMG_0154%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBXTNIp8wI/AAAAAAAAARw/iDjtL-lJcgM/s320/IMG_0154%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318847147379651330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is of Chloe in her Sunday dress last week.  I just think she was so cute in it, but I'm not biased or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBYeqcswoI/AAAAAAAAASA/TgwKTMPLePI/s1600-h/IMG_0132%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBYeqcswoI/AAAAAAAAASA/TgwKTMPLePI/s320/IMG_0132%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318848443738538626" 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/70518816084598122-56270436388549713?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/56270436388549713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=56270436388549713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/56270436388549713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/56270436388549713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBXTj7MSuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dh_xr7kdQ48/s72-c/IMG_0157%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-5723469978403511039</id><published>2009-03-29T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:38:45.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Roxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBLeUhbZsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/utwhSnBzgQk/s1600-h/IMG_0056%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBLeUhbZsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/utwhSnBzgQk/s320/IMG_0056%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318834144201631426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Christophe finally agreed that we needed to give Roxy away.  We just didn't spend enough time with her.  She was a good dog, but all she wanted to do was play, chew whatever came into her mouth, and make messes. Needing to play isn't a bad thing, but with a new baby, neither one of us played with her very much.  So we gave her away.  We hope that with her new family she will have all the play time she needs.  Goodbye Roxy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-5723469978403511039?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5723469978403511039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=5723469978403511039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5723469978403511039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5723469978403511039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-roxy.html' title='Bye Roxy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SdBLeUhbZsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/utwhSnBzgQk/s72-c/IMG_0056%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-268507891405034833</id><published>2009-03-19T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:56:26.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK Tricia.  Here are some more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK9RFnBYZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j9HYdLr4HnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0103%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK9RFnBYZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j9HYdLr4HnQ/s320/IMG_0103%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315018611511878034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this first one because she has her eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK71qTttiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/04UWKsiq3kE/s1600-h/IMG_0110%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK71qTttiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/04UWKsiq3kE/s320/IMG_0110%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315017040815044130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7nbq9c8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/OBQHHYYhKLU/s1600-h/IMG_0116%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7nbq9c8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/OBQHHYYhKLU/s320/IMG_0116%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016796367844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the dress she wore to church last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7nAAPg7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/7wpakLOhtrw/s1600-h/IMG_0120%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7nAAPg7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/7wpakLOhtrw/s320/IMG_0120%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016788940915634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this one is kinda blurry, but I like how she is kinda looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7m4Eg3TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mB5cMZlSKTo/s1600-h/IMG_0121%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7m4Eg3TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mB5cMZlSKTo/s320/IMG_0121%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016786811346226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7mXs80OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fuiQCxzYp_s/s1600-h/IMG_0123%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7mXs80OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fuiQCxzYp_s/s320/IMG_0123%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016778122580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't really tell by the picture, but she was wedged in between blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7mPV3-JI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FumQ6Cermuk/s1600-h/IMG_0126%5B1%5D"&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/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK7mPV3-JI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FumQ6Cermuk/s320/IMG_0126%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016775878310034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just loved how she was holding her binki.  The only problem when she does that, is when she moves her hand, she pulls out the binki.&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/70518816084598122-268507891405034833?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/268507891405034833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=268507891405034833&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/268507891405034833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/268507891405034833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-tricia.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/ScK9RFnBYZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j9HYdLr4HnQ/s72-c/IMG_0103%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-3463856793752513643</id><published>2009-03-03T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:47:26.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Chloe is so funny when she is asleep.  She makes some of the funniest faces and loves to have her hands up at her face.  I don't have pictures of her faces, but here are a few pictures with a few different hand positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2knEGbKhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/R4GUYBmFW8k/s1600-h/IMG_0093%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309080526762224146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2knEGbKhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/R4GUYBmFW8k/s320/IMG_0093%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2knHdKrQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8qVVq8QI200/s1600-h/IMG_0099%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309080527662918914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2knHdKrQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8qVVq8QI200/s320/IMG_0099%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2km6V8EJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KUFgsfzuZwE/s1600-h/IMG_0094%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309080524142940306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2km6V8EJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KUFgsfzuZwE/s320/IMG_0094%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2kmyaJTSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dxWeff3l18Q/s1600-h/IMG_0096%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309080522013101346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2kmyaJTSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dxWeff3l18Q/s320/IMG_0096%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&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/70518816084598122-3463856793752513643?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/3463856793752513643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=3463856793752513643&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3463856793752513643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3463856793752513643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/Sa2knEGbKhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/R4GUYBmFW8k/s72-c/IMG_0093%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4777542161349022452</id><published>2009-02-23T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:01:04.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe Lynne Trujillo</title><content type='html'>We decided to to name our baby Chloe Lynne Trujillo, so Christophe is more stubborn than I am.  Here is a picture of the two of us in our going home outfits.  Don't pay attention to me, this is just to show how small Chloe is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRowZQBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pue07b_-bkE/s1600-h/Chloe+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191741598646290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRowZQBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pue07b_-bkE/s320/Chloe+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close up of Chloe in her going home outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRcdeVOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Sg1z5PTloTM/s1600-h/Chloe+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191738298062050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRcdeVOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Sg1z5PTloTM/s320/Chloe+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is another one of Chloe showing her in her car seat.  The next one is a little farther away, another one to show her size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRWF65JI/AAAAAAAAAO8/axfeRSm2ePk/s1600-h/Chloe+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191736588657810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRWF65JI/AAAAAAAAAO8/axfeRSm2ePk/s320/Chloe+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRDsSuxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qMncFVp_4QM/s1600-h/Chloe+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191731649329938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRDsSuxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qMncFVp_4QM/s320/Chloe+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/70518816084598122-4777542161349022452?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4777542161349022452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4777542161349022452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4777542161349022452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4777542161349022452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/02/chloe-lynne-trujillo.html' title='Chloe Lynne Trujillo'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SaNhRowZQBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pue07b_-bkE/s72-c/Chloe+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-5633290381889482919</id><published>2009-02-18T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:41:07.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Trujillo</title><content type='html'>She is here.  She was born last night @ 9:07.  She weighed in at 5 pounds and is 16 inches long.  Small, but healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SZw6B_mhh5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Kc8L9uWFss/s1600-h/S6302305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304178267062896530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SZw6B_mhh5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Kc8L9uWFss/s320/S6302305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has already found her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SZw4uNVshdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/s6IHAwYStJ0/s1600-h/S6302309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304176827641398738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SZw4uNVshdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/s6IHAwYStJ0/s320/S6302309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with daddy in the nursery getting cleaned and assessed.  She has my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SZw4twL-oOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JR50UJTKRgA/s1600-h/S6302315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304176819816014050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SZw4twL-oOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JR50UJTKRgA/s320/S6302315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a name yet.  Hopefully sometime today we will pick one.&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/70518816084598122-5633290381889482919?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5633290381889482919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=5633290381889482919&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5633290381889482919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5633290381889482919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-trujillo.html' title='Baby Trujillo'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SZw6B_mhh5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Kc8L9uWFss/s72-c/S6302305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-500309899560845460</id><published>2009-01-26T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:50:57.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy/ Baby Showers</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am finally posting something new. It is a miracle. Really not much goes on in my life though. I go to work and then I come home really tired, so I just relax. But, some of my friends have been bugging me about seeing pictures of my "baby bump". So here it is wither you want to see or not. This first picture is when I was either 32 or 33 weeks. I don't remember when we took it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6Amsk7HhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uZi69jhviXI/s1600-h/S6302271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295811614123695634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6Amsk7HhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uZi69jhviXI/s320/S6302271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this one is of me this morning. (I am almost 36 weeks.)  Not a very good picture, but that is all we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6AmRWECMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VcU_9JLM3jA/s1600-h/S6302275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295811606813608130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6AmRWECMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VcU_9JLM3jA/s320/S6302275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now for the baby showers. Some fun things that I have done in the last few weeks. I have had 2 showers. I don't really like being the center of attention, but it was good to see everybody and catch up with friends and cousins. I want to thank all those that came to the family shower, thank you cards will be coming, but I am really slow and bad at getting those out, so it might be a while before you get them. Sorry! Then my work threw me and another girl, who is due about a week and a half before me, a shower last week. I have gotten some really cute things from everyone. In my work shower, one of my friends came and she brought me a cake made out of diapers. It was really cute and very creative. I have a couple shots of it below. Mom told be that Tricia wanted to see a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6Al47ajpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lUHq0FPVfV0/s1600-h/S6302272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295811600259387026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6Al47ajpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lUHq0FPVfV0/s320/S6302272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6Alku3GLI/AAAAAAAAANs/EtqqiSVNwO4/s1600-h/S6302273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295811594838022322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6Alku3GLI/AAAAAAAAANs/EtqqiSVNwO4/s320/S6302273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is all until next time. . . Probably not until little baby Trujillo is born. Cause I not very good at knowing what to write.&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/70518816084598122-500309899560845460?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/500309899560845460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=500309899560845460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/500309899560845460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/500309899560845460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2009/01/pregnancy-baby-showers.html' title='Pregnancy/ Baby Showers'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SX6Amsk7HhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uZi69jhviXI/s72-c/S6302271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4321434565747215882</id><published>2008-11-20T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:25:10.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SSYZahrXx5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qaAjf6gcyGw/s1600-h/IMG_0033%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270928357391320978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SSYZahrXx5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qaAjf6gcyGw/s320/IMG_0033%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I went down to Arizona to "help" Elizabeth. Andy was going to go out of town to pick something for Thanksgiving and Elizabeth didn't want to be alone. So she flew me down. It was a nice little get away. Above is one of the pictures of Lincoln that Lydia took on my phone. He is so little and cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday morning while I was still kind of asleep, I hear voices out side my door. Drew was asking Lydia what she was doing. Her response "I am waiting for Aunt Becky to come out."  Drew "She isn't going to come out for a long time.  She won't wake up until after the sun comes up, and that isn't for a long time."  It was so funny.  I looked at the clock and it was 6:45.  Crazy cute kids.  I hope my kids don't wake up so early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-4321434565747215882?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4321434565747215882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4321434565747215882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4321434565747215882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4321434565747215882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/11/halls.html' title='Halls'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SSYZahrXx5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qaAjf6gcyGw/s72-c/IMG_0033%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-7220910708834590398</id><published>2008-09-27T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:04:21.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having a ...</title><content type='html'>Girl.  A little girl.  My baby is measuring about 6 days small, but they are keeping my due date the same.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5w6Ehc6kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/10y8RiAsZF8/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250758358509349442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5w6Ehc6kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/10y8RiAsZF8/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so cool to get the ultrasound.  To actually be able to see that is a real baby inside of me.  While the ultrasound technician was trying to get a picture of her head, my girl wouldn't stay still long enough to get a picture.  And Christophe made the comment that she is as stubborn as I am.  Really? Me stubborn?  It doesn't run in the family or anything. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5w6f5IeDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/f__7vwwlnQc/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250758365856430130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5w6f5IeDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/f__7vwwlnQc/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a couple more pictures that were taken.  She had her hand above her head and they got a picture of her hand, but it didn't really work taking a picture of that picture.  So I didn't add that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5wQcNmkZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D8l81HKZ6gM/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250757643314041234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5wQcNmkZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D8l81HKZ6gM/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another one of my favorites.  It is of her feet, and they are crossed at the ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-7220910708834590398?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/7220910708834590398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=7220910708834590398&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/7220910708834590398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/7220910708834590398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-having.html' title='I&apos;m having a ...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5w6Ehc6kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/10y8RiAsZF8/s72-c/IMG_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4634048523487198260</id><published>2008-09-27T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:26:57.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lampy the second</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5juV0lAoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w295xr8ViaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0058%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250743863343383170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5juV0lAoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w295xr8ViaQ/s320/IMG_0058%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lampy&lt;/span&gt; the second.  Roxy got spayed a few weeks ago and either she wouldn't leave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incision&lt;/span&gt; alone or it just wasn't healing right. So the doctor gave her this lamp shade so she would leave the cut alone.  When Christophe told me that they gave her the lamp shade I started laughing.  It reminded me when we had our dog Max when I was younger.  He wouldn't leave a cut on his leg alone, so he got a lamp shade for quite a while.  Tricia gave him the nick name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lampy&lt;/span&gt;.  I think it fits.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-4634048523487198260?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4634048523487198260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4634048523487198260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4634048523487198260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4634048523487198260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/09/lampy-second.html' title='Lampy the second'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SN5juV0lAoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w295xr8ViaQ/s72-c/IMG_0058%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4399373834283597559</id><published>2008-08-17T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:05:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Wow I have a lot to catch up on. First from our trip to Duck Creek. It was a nice relaxing vacations. Christophe and I just mostly stayed at the cabin and played games. But on Saturday we went with Doug and his family and Elizabeth and her family to Cedar City and went bowling and then out for ice cream.   Bowling was a lot of fun.  Watching the kids get excited when they hits some pins down was cute.  Below is a picture of Aiden.  The adults were done with their game and the kids had one more frame left.  So Christophe had taken off his shoes and Aiden wouldn't bowl his last frame with out Christophe's shoes one.  It was fun to see him try and walk with these shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SKiAnCMTTaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qpru3RIjaHc/s1600-h/IMG_0044%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235575974909922722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SKiAnCMTTaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qpru3RIjaHc/s320/IMG_0044%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Christophe and my anniversary.  We have been married 1 year.  It doesn't seem like we have been married that long, but we have.  The time has just passed so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put up our condo for rent about a month ago.  We have had a few people interested, but last Friday, Christophe text me and told me that we had to move.  So we have 3 guys moving into our Condo, but since we weren't sure anyone was going to rent , we weren't really looking for a place to live.  Since we have to be out by the 25th, we are going to move in with my parent, while we find something bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now last but not least.  Now you might be asking why we would need anything bigger.  Well, I am really getting sick on the dog being inside all of the time and that I have to worry what she is getting into.  So we are looking for a place that has a fenced in back yard.  That will hopefully help me not get so annoyed with her.  And I am pregnant.  I am due the end of February.  I am 13 weeks along and have been very lucky.  I get nauseous, but haven't gotten sick.  So that is another reason we need a bigger space.  We could probably make our condo work with a baby, but not with the dog too.  And Christophe loves her too much to get rid of her.  So we move in with my parents and the end of this week.   Well that is all that has been going on with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-4399373834283597559?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4399373834283597559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4399373834283597559&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4399373834283597559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4399373834283597559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SKiAnCMTTaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qpru3RIjaHc/s72-c/IMG_0044%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-1535243181367175142</id><published>2008-07-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:58:43.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to my parent's house for the 4th. We had a bbq and just hung out. It was nice and relaxing. Here are some pictures I took while we were lighting off fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-yJ0yL_I/AAAAAAAAAII/w2w9K5Fu0DM/s1600-h/S6302258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219740999474098162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-yJ0yL_I/AAAAAAAAAII/w2w9K5Fu0DM/s320/S6302258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the box of fireworks that Matt and Melissa brought. Law is just a little taller than the box, so it was quite funny seeing him carry it. (Sad, this is the only picture I got of Melissa.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-ysIFzNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fytbq-b2fo8/s1600-h/S6302246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219741008681880786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-ysIFzNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fytbq-b2fo8/s320/S6302246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ben and Sage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-yxJWTbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e8f1I9entwY/s1600-h/S6302253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219741010029333938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-yxJWTbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e8f1I9entwY/s320/S6302253.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt, Maddy and Law. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219743095784473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHBAsLMIBFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KLVbnoTtRpg/s320/S6302252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tina, Aiden, and Doug's hand (the only part of Doug in my picures, he was cleaning something off his car.) Aiden isn't really liking the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219741015064003970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-zD5tRYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SrkNNhP7H6o/s320/S6302249.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Christophe and Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219743792896678882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHBBUwIoG-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/AaYJdMvLGsY/s320/S6302251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-P3tFL_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CnyhRxBvb3w/s1600-h/S6302263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219740410494398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-P3tFL_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CnyhRxBvb3w/s320/S6302263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tricia, Dad and Roxy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-QHqpuzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UFgQXN2A0eo/s1600-h/S6302265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219740414779177778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-QHqpuzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UFgQXN2A0eo/s320/S6302265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219744575095303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHBCCSDT7FI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_AVQ-PN5rjc/s320/S6302260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-QWhMojI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jdXB-5I7wwA/s1600-h/S6302260.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden. This was his firework that he picked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-Qi4Qs3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZVHlcaQUhe4/s1600-h/S6302266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219740422084014962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-Qi4Qs3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZVHlcaQUhe4/s320/S6302266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiden's firework going off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-Q3RZ4VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AXQ-5tayy-o/s1600-h/S6302267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219740427558183250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-Q3RZ4VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AXQ-5tayy-o/s320/S6302267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden didn't really like his going off. Sad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ben then took us to Camp Williams by the windmills to watch the Thanksgiving Pointe fireworks. They were good. And there was no one else around. Thanks Ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-1535243181367175142?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1535243181367175142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=1535243181367175142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/1535243181367175142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/1535243181367175142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SHA-yJ0yL_I/AAAAAAAAAII/w2w9K5Fu0DM/s72-c/S6302258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4298668690567446256</id><published>2008-06-09T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:28:40.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We gave it one more try.</title><content type='html'>Meet Roxy our new puppy. We got her on Thursday afternoon and she is so cute. We were told that her mother was a pug and her father was a chihuahua/terrier mix. To me she looks like a miniature lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SE4HJB0lL-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/70DEF_fHcnw/s1600-h/IMG_0014%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210109670603436002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SE4HJB0lL-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/70DEF_fHcnw/s320/IMG_0014%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are allergic to her, me more than Christophe. But we are going to see if I get use to it after a little bit. Roxy was 7+ weeks when we got her. We think it was a little early for her to leave her mother, but the sellers were, lets put it nicely, interesting. She does fairly well with not making too many messes for as young as she is, so that is nice. Below is a picture of her with Daniel to show how small she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SE4HJtIPwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gxNAlAlul_U/s1600-h/IMG_0021%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210109682228642290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SE4HJtIPwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gxNAlAlul_U/s320/IMG_0021%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Thursday night we ran to Walmart to try to find her a bed, more food and a toy. The food was all to big, not much in the way of toys, but Christophe did find her a bed. However, she didn't like it. We would put her in it and she would just walk out, even if she was a sleep and we put her in there, she would immediately wake up and get out. The next day Christophe went to the pet store to buy her a crate which she utterly refuses to be in. Spoiled dog! So on Sunday we cleared out our laundry room except for the washer and dryer and blocked her in there and left for church. She was yelping as we walked out the door. We sat out in the hall to see if she would stop. After a couple of minutes, we decided that we couldn't go back in, that it would teach her that she could just whine and someone would be there to make her happy, so we left for church. We decided to check on her after sacrament meeting and she was still whining. We had no idea what we were going to do Monday when we were both at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some friends from the ward came over to meet our new dog and gave us a suggestion to put up a baby gate to give her more room. So, when Christophe left for work, since we didn't have time to go buy a gate, stacked her crate and a box full of books in the hallway. Before he even left for work she had jumped on top of the box of books and gotten free of her confinement. Christophe reworked a little and left. Roxy whined for about a minute but then stopped. Christophe was afraid that she had gotten out again so he went back in to make sure. He found her on her bed that she hated, chewing on her toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SE4HJ-gky8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Vc2L5IhGGcs/s1600-h/IMG_0036%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210109686894087106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SE4HJ-gky8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Vc2L5IhGGcs/s320/IMG_0036%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is not what he saw, but I thought it was cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; While I was on my lunch break I was right by my place so I stopped to make sure she wasn't whining. I stood by an open window and by my door and didn't hear a thing, so I thought we were OK. But when I got home from work she was sitting on our couch. She had pushed her crate enough to get through. Smart stinker. Luckily there weren't any messes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-4298668690567446256?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4298668690567446256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4298668690567446256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4298668690567446256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4298668690567446256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-gave-it-one-more-try.html' title='We gave it one more try.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SE4HJB0lL-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/70DEF_fHcnw/s72-c/IMG_0014%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-1714248344186783203</id><published>2008-05-03T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:41:49.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 good things</title><content type='html'>So Mary tagged me to do this post, Thanks Mary.  It is 10 good things about my life.  However like Mary, I am not so good about sharing my feelings, so it won't be a very deep and emotional post. So here we go, in no particular order.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Christophe.  He is the love of my life and treats me so well.  Even when stupid birth control makes me illogical and stupid, he talks to me and helps me not be so crazy.  He even has gotten my hopes up that we will get out of Utah.  He suggested that we go down to AZ, and while we are there, to look at houses to buy.  Though we don't know when this trip will happen, everyone at his work already has time off through July, but I am hoping we can squeeze it in sometime in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  The Pill,  or the not taking it part.  While I was taking "the pill" I was an emotional wreck.  Which happened very rarely while not on the pill and a lot more while on.  So I am happy to say that I am not taking it and hoping that my emotions will turn back to normal and that I will lose the weight I put on while on it as well.  Side note that I stopped taking the pill not to get pregnant, but to get rid of the stupid side effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My Family. I love my family, they are my best friends.  I know I can go to them with anything and they will do what they can to help me.  I don't know where I would be without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  My In-laws.  I have gotten very lucky with my in-laws.  They are super nice to me and love me.  Growing up I was always scared that I would get the nasty in-laws that you never want to see or talk to. I am so grateful that I have nice down to earth ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  My Job.  Now I don't like working, but I have to be grateful that I have a job.  The way the market is now, there is a lot of people being laid off in other title companies.  My company hasn't had the layoffs that the others have though.  We have had people quit and one person get fire, but it we haven't had anyone laid off since last fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Saturday.  I love Saturdays.  It is my one day that I don't have to be anywhere and I get to sleep in.  I love having this day to relax and sometimes go no where.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Vacations.  I love being able to get up and go.  Disneyland was great and I can't wait to go again.  We are having a mini girls vacation in June and a big family vacation in July. I am so excited for these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Flying.  I love being able to fly places and not having to drive.  I love that it takes an hour and a half to fly somewhere that would take you 12 hours to drive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  My car.  My car is such a great car.  In the 4 1/2 years that I have had it, I have only had to take it in to get fixed once.  It is a great little car that has great pick up, a must in a car.  And to top it off, it will be paid off in October. YEAH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Last but definitely not least, SUMMER.  I am so excited for it to be summer and hot.  Some of you probably  think I am crazy that I want to move to the heat of Arizona, but I do.  I am so sick of the stupid weather of Utah and the fact that it snowed on Thursday, which was May 1st.  Are you kidding me?  I love the sun and want it to come out and stay already.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I made it through.  So now I get to tag Tricia, Jane, and Elizabeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-1714248344186783203?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1714248344186783203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=1714248344186783203&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/1714248344186783203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/1714248344186783203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-good-things.html' title='10 good things'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-1360071201076122075</id><published>2008-04-21T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:04:55.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0mmzenJiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wvOcsyNAsW4/s1600-h/S6302226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191848393523537442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0mmzenJiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wvOcsyNAsW4/s320/S6302226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I finally made it to Disneyland!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!  It was fun.  Christophe and I went with Christophe's friend Brandon and his girlfriend Katie.  We left Monday night and got into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anaheim&lt;/span&gt; and went straight to our hotel.  (Note, don't ever stay at Extended Stay, something something Studios.  They have horrible customer service.)  We woke up Tuesday morning and got to Disneyland about 9:30 or 10:00 and left about 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  This day my favorite ride would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be Space Mountain, although Splash Mountain was also fun.  Below is a picture of us after riding splash Mountain, you can't really tell, but I am basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soaking&lt;/span&gt; wet.  If you notice the trash can next to me, it says Waste Please.  We thought that the way this was worded was quite funny, as if Disneyland was asking us to waste things.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0mnTenJjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cXHnI_fQecM/s1600-h/S6302232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191848402113472050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0mnTenJjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cXHnI_fQecM/s320/S6302232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0lZzenJfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CenPi4XyhcQ/s1600-h/S6302232.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday we started off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; Adventures riding The Tower of Terror, which as a blast!  After riding a few other rides and The Tower of Terror again, we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt; show.  This was very well done, and the jokes updated for our times.  We then went back over to Disneyland.  One ride that I don't really like is the Matterhorn.  Christophe and I were in one car and my knees were smashing against the car with every jerk and Christophe felt like he had no room either, so my advice is not to ride 2 adults in one car, take your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0jnzenJbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m115Oee-vGw/s1600-h/S6302226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0joTenJcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gVwOBIKrtPc/s1600-h/S6302233.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0jojenJdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/H--PxlWwsEM/s1600-h/S6302234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191845125053425106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0jojenJdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/H--PxlWwsEM/s320/S6302234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on Thursday we just relaxed and spent a couple of hours at the beach.  I love the beach and just lying there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soaking&lt;/span&gt; up the sun.  I did stick my feet in the water for about a second, but it was really really cold.  That night we meet up with Katie's old roommate for dinner right by the beach, after which Brandon and Katie went to "look for shells along the beach."  That is right, he proposed.  While they were gone, Christophe started taking pictures of the sunset with his phone, so I took some on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0jpDenJeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FLHvj3EzrL4/s1600-h/S6302240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191845133643359714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0jpDenJeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FLHvj3EzrL4/s320/S6302240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday we just hung out and then walked around Universal City right by Universal Studios, and went to a movie and then finally we headed out so we could make our flight back to cold Utah.  This is my first trip to Disneyland, if you made it through that, I hope it makes since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-1360071201076122075?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/1360071201076122075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=1360071201076122075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/1360071201076122075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/1360071201076122075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/04/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SA0mmzenJiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wvOcsyNAsW4/s72-c/S6302226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-2877579404387076810</id><published>2008-04-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:18:18.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to play too</title><content type='html'>1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Rebecca in the Bible&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Not even a little&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Roast beef&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I hope so&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?  Maybe&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? I don't know.  I probably could, but I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Sugar cereals&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? I don't wear shoes with laces unless I work out, so I don't really wear them ever.&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I use to think I was so though, but lately I am realizing how weak my arms are.&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Vanilla with carmel on it.&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Hair?&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Pink&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My lack of communication skills.&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My family in Arizona that I don't get to see very ofter.&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? A pinkish capri pajama pant and no shoes&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Some Gardettos&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The TV&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My Mama&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU? Nobody tagged me, I just wanted to do it.&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? football, football, and did I mention football?&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Brown, I dyed it back to my natural color.&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? Hazel&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No, but I have always wondered what they feel like&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? Pizza, chips and anything that is not healthy&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? I started watching Juno and the plane yesterday, but then the computer died.&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? pink&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? I have winter, I want to move to Arizona where it is summer year round&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? I like both&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT? It depends on my mood, a pies sometimes and just ice cream others.&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? I don't remember what it is called, but it isn't good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I am on a laptop&lt;br /&gt;.41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? That 70's show&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE MUSIC? I like a lot of kinds of music.&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Jacksonville, FL&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? People say that I am good at cross stitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Angie and Jan, cause they haven't done it yet.  Have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-2877579404387076810?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/2877579404387076810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=2877579404387076810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/2877579404387076810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/2877579404387076810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-play-too.html' title='I want to play too'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-8596629885936337807</id><published>2008-04-11T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:55:07.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW TOY</title><content type='html'>Christophe has had an Iphone since Christmas, and a couple of weeks ago, he found a new game to download.  One that I have been addicted to playing on the computer, so ever since then I have wanted one.  Well, Christophe had a feeling to get on KSL.com to look up Iphone, and he found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAAUXFnYf1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2d7TxyEdGNQ/s1600-h/S6300051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188169157607718738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAAUXFnYf1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2d7TxyEdGNQ/s320/S6300051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A brand new, still in the box, 4 gig Iphone for only $275.  He offered $250 and the guy said that he would take $260.  So we g0t it for cheaper than we if they were still sold in the stores.  Happy birthday to me!  This is my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAAUXlnYf2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MvhJA6xG_wQ/s1600-h/S6300054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188169166197653346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAAUXlnYf2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MvhJA6xG_wQ/s320/S6300054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-8596629885936337807?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/8596629885936337807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=8596629885936337807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/8596629885936337807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/8596629885936337807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-toy.html' title='MY NEW TOY'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAAUXFnYf1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2d7TxyEdGNQ/s72-c/S6300051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-672037467251489010</id><published>2008-03-29T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:38:52.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>I just want to say happy  birthday to my cute adorable husband! He is 24 today.  Man he is young.  I also wanted to say happy birthday to Ian, my nephew, who is 3 today.  Jenny is having a party for Ian today and when she called and told me about it, Ian wanted to talk too.  So when I talked to him, I told him that it was going to be Uncle Christophe's birthday the same day as his.  His response was "No, just mine, its just my birthday!" It was cute, Jenny was in the background trying to tell him no, but I just appeased him and told him that it could just be his.  Happy birthday Christophe and Ian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-672037467251489010?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/672037467251489010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=672037467251489010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/672037467251489010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/672037467251489010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-5333879969930886788</id><published>2008-03-11T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:22:46.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c79V8_zfI/AAAAAAAAADo/UDZgC4qqKJU/s1600-h/_MG_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176672221736717810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c79V8_zfI/AAAAAAAAADo/UDZgC4qqKJU/s320/_MG_0528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Christophe and I have been married for six months.  I am a little late updating my blog, cause our six month anniversary was February 17.  Just about a month behind.  I wanted to post some of the pictures from our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c7-F8_zgI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z37U1G2LSso/s1600-h/_MG_1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176672234621619714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c7-F8_zgI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z37U1G2LSso/s320/_MG_1387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c7-18_zhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_fPLY8snJjE/s1600-h/_MG_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176672247506521618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c7-18_zhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_fPLY8snJjE/s320/_MG_1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c7_V8_ziI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YRYYyQT5tpQ/s1600-h/_MG_0869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176672256096456226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c7_V8_ziI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YRYYyQT5tpQ/s320/_MG_0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is of my whole family.  Look how lopsided it is.  My family is on the left and then Christophe's family plus one of his friends is on the right.  I love it and my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c8AF8_zjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p8ZLJjNwX14/s1600-h/_MG_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176672268981358130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c8AF8_zjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p8ZLJjNwX14/s320/_MG_0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really one of my most favorites.  Ian didn't want to be in this picture from the beginning.  These are all of our nieces and nephews.  They are so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-5333879969930886788?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/5333879969930886788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=5333879969930886788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5333879969930886788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/5333879969930886788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/03/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R9c79V8_zfI/AAAAAAAAADo/UDZgC4qqKJU/s72-c/_MG_0528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4925588611008177369</id><published>2008-01-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:56:40.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christophe's Valentine's Day Present</title><content type='html'>I know what you are all thinking, it is not ever February yet. I know, I know. But I was sitting at work and I over heard one of my coworkers talking about a free 4 month old pure bred black lab that someone was giving away with a bed and food. Christophe has been wanting a puppy since we got married, so I thought this would be a perfect Valentine's Day present. I found out who was giving the dog away, it was someone doing a closing in one of our other offices and I called someone over there and they said they would give the guy my number. Well, the guy called and said that they didn't really want to give him away, but that he had young kids and the puppy got a little excited while they were playing and scratch his 1 year old. He knew that it wasn't the dog's fault, but didn't want to have to worry about him unintentionally hurting his kids anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So I told him that I wanted it. I was going to surprise Christophe, but it ended up that the guy was going out to dinner and wanted me to call him and set up a time to pick the puppy after I was going to be home and it was Christophe's day off. So I called him and told him what I did. I don't think he really believed me at first, but was excited. So we pick up Buddy(their name for him, not ours) on Thursday night for $40(the guy wanted money for the bed, kennel, and toys that came with the dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R5vH6XxXH3I/AAAAAAAAADg/am-c1-Gt9PQ/s1600-h/S6300050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159937603710426994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R5vH6XxXH3I/AAAAAAAAADg/am-c1-Gt9PQ/s320/S6300050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately Christophe quickly found out that he was allergic to him and I realized the next day that I was too. So sadly this blog ends with us having just put up an add to sell him on KSL. He is a very cute, good dog, though not house trained yet. And I think Christophe feels bad that we have to give him up, but maybe when we are in a house with a back yard we can try again.  So if anyone know of anyone looking for a cute puppy in Utah let us know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R5vF5HxXH1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0n97MJIo-sg/s1600-h/S6300048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159935383212334930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R5vF5HxXH1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0n97MJIo-sg/s320/S6300048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-4925588611008177369?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4925588611008177369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4925588611008177369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4925588611008177369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4925588611008177369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/01/christophes-valentines-day-present.html' title='Christophe&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Day Present'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R5vH6XxXH3I/AAAAAAAAADg/am-c1-Gt9PQ/s72-c/S6300050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-4797218377106736928</id><published>2008-01-15T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:54:21.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>This post is really about nothing.  But I am writing this to keep Elizabeth happy.  Sorry it is not once a week, but at least it is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is going on.  I just go to work and then go home and veg.  Work is so slow that I am so bored most of the day that when I get home I don't have much energy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wendover&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday night on the "Fun Bus".  It is a bus that drives from Salt Lake to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wendover&lt;/span&gt; and then will bring you back to Salt Lake.  It only cost $15 a person and then they give you a certificate for $5 cash and a free buffet, that cost about $20, and then a free cocktail, which I didn't use.  So if we just went for the food it was worth the bus fair.  Christophe and I did a little gambling.  He played $15 on Roulette and then I played $5 on penny slots.  So we spent $20 on entertainment.  Other people that we went with we much luckier than we were.  Christophe's brother David won $100 in the first 10 minutes of being there.  Christophe would have played more tables but they didn't have any dollar tables, the cheapest table cost $5, and we have to pay Christophe's tuition this week, so those weren't an option.  Anyways I will stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;babbling&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just trying to pass the time so it will be 5:00 sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-4797218377106736928?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/4797218377106736928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=4797218377106736928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4797218377106736928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/4797218377106736928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-3323020569879249486</id><published>2007-12-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:55:44.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>1) Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate.  I know I don't like chocolate, but I do love hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you wrap your presents or not?&lt;br /&gt;You could call it wrapping... I guess.  It just looks like a 2 year old did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Colored lights or white?&lt;br /&gt;Both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a newly wed, what do I need with mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When do you put up your decorations?&lt;br /&gt;Anytime after Thanksgiving.  I believe in taking the holidays one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6) What is your favorite holiday dish?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite memory as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Getting to put up the ornament on the advent calender.  I still get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When and how did you learn about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;I remember looking on the head on one of my porcelain dolls and seeing a price written on there.  I asked my mom after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Growing up it was a gift from our cousin. Now, it is a pair of pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) How do you decorate your tree?&lt;br /&gt;There is lights and some really small glass balls. (It is a small tree though, so it looks ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Snow...love it or dread it?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!!!  I am trying to get Christophe to move to Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I can skate around the rink without falling, but it is not graceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;Gift certificate for laser hair removal.  All I can say is, AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is the most important part of the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Family.  It is going to be a little weird this year because I am not spending it with the my family.  It will be with the in-laws, but it will be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Favorite holiday dessert?&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's carmels!!  So yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16) Favorite tradition?&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with family on Christmas Eve and then going to a movie on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Favorite Christmas Carol?&lt;br /&gt;I like them all!!  But I can't listen to them until Thanksgiving is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-3323020569879249486?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/3323020569879249486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=3323020569879249486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3323020569879249486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/3323020569879249486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-2879492521677857430</id><published>2007-11-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:45:29.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this really who I married??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R0JJpj4iwmI/AAAAAAAAABI/RW5gpTjS7j0/s1600-h/S6300004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134747503511650914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R0JJpj4iwmI/AAAAAAAAABI/RW5gpTjS7j0/s320/S6300004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R0JJTz4iwkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W2-AqHjuuoY/s1600-h/S6300005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I don't remember saying that I would marry this. Just kidding. Just a little background info. Christophe hasn't had a hair cut since June. Last Sunday, I wasn't feeling very good and I was being a little ornery. So in the car, on the way home from his parent's house, he said he was going to do something that was going to make me laugh really hard. So when we got home, he brushed his hair out, and this was the result. And I did laugh! Isn't he sooo cute?&lt;br /&gt;OK, here is a real picture of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R0JJXD4iwlI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_rK0maYtm8/s1600-h/_MG_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134747185684070994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R0JJXD4iwlI/AAAAAAAAABA/x_rK0maYtm8/s320/_MG_0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-2879492521677857430?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/2879492521677857430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=2879492521677857430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/2879492521677857430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/2879492521677857430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-this-really-who-i-married.html' title='Is this really who I married??'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/R0JJpj4iwmI/AAAAAAAAABI/RW5gpTjS7j0/s72-c/S6300004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70518816084598122.post-2231863810550589676</id><published>2007-11-08T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:11:24.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!</title><content type='html'>So, I finally started a blog.  I am always on, reading about what is going on with family, so I decided it was time to start my own.  It won't be as interesting as everyone elses, but here I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/70518816084598122-2231863810550589676?l=beckyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/feeds/2231863810550589676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=70518816084598122&amp;postID=2231863810550589676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/2231863810550589676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/70518816084598122/posts/default/2231863810550589676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyt.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17097103241967786982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR90F6v_mAE/SAWXugSDfWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ffH18gLVh5k/S220/DSC_0210.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
