<?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-1958464043936114166</id><updated>2012-01-14T14:26:19.505-08:00</updated><category term='beware lots of pictures'/><title type='text'>Lashmett Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-9020778014451774892</id><published>2011-02-27T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:41:50.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1_c6ESu1Ls/TWrU0-wEAsI/AAAAAAAABEM/iVCAr_Hx-VM/s1600/IMG_9310_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1_c6ESu1Ls/TWrU0-wEAsI/AAAAAAAABEM/iVCAr_Hx-VM/s400/IMG_9310_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578505095114654402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;London Lashmett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Born Wednesday Feb. 16 @ 9:09pm&lt;br /&gt;7lbs. 2oz.  19inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-JAdqL0ej0/TWrU0pXuTNI/AAAAAAAABEE/JFuzh6at7oo/s1600/IMG_9304_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-JAdqL0ej0/TWrU0pXuTNI/AAAAAAAABEE/JFuzh6at7oo/s400/IMG_9304_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578505089375423698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet little girl London, makes our family so happy.  The girls  absolutely adore her and if  she is not being fed, they are holding her.   Fighting over her is more like it.  The boys just want to give her  slobbery kisses all the time.  So far she is so good, only cries to be  fed and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7e5xZRW3-3g/TWrU0AWbjEI/AAAAAAAABD0/5ogPJn4Mab0/s1600/IMG_9290_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7e5xZRW3-3g/TWrU0AWbjEI/AAAAAAAABD0/5ogPJn4Mab0/s400/IMG_9290_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578505078364146754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was induced Wed. afternoon at 12, she was 4 days overdue so we decided  to go ahead and do it, Scott's jobs were all out of town and he didn't  want to chance it, my babies come really fast.  We started on the IV's  around 1:30ish, they  broke my water, and contractions started hard and  fast around 5ish.  I had been debating on an epidural for the last 9 months, I had done the other 4 natural and I did not want to do that again.  The thought of the needle in my back freaked me out, but I had to make a choice the anesthesiologist was leaving for the night so it was "now or never".    I decided o.k. lets do it, still scared out of my mind about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TaLVTAEBFOs/TWrUzzqAMlI/AAAAAAAABDs/oiJ0hiqupLE/s1600/IMG_9341_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TaLVTAEBFOs/TWrUzzqAMlI/AAAAAAAABDs/oiJ0hiqupLE/s400/IMG_9341_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578505074956579410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course he got it in my vein the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;nd time around and had to pull it out the odds of that he said were 1 in 10,000.....figures right.  So I guess the 3 poke was the charm.  Let me tell you the hype of the epidural was what it was all cracked up to be.  I didn't feel a thing.  I went from 6-10 in 20minutes and was ready to push for 15minutes, we were waiting for the doctor.  2 pushes and she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHUWYCoA6Pk/TWrRoFw-AEI/AAAAAAAABDk/hh0Kh5vMNIg/s1600/IMG_9303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHUWYCoA6Pk/TWrRoFw-AEI/AAAAAAAABDk/hh0Kh5vMNIg/s400/IMG_9303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578501575124320322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is always the possibility because of my blood type to have a coombs positive baby, and having done this before with Cannon I was hoping she was not but, guess what she was.  Thankfully with new studies and research they didn't whisk her away from me for the whole hospital stay, we did some new techniques to slow the process of jaundice down, and it worked.  I checked out of the hospital Friday afternoon, and she stayed under the lights for all of Friday night, thankfully the hospital put me up in a room (closet) so I could go out and feed her every 2 hours, we both went home Sat. morning.  Sunday we had another jaundice test and she was in the clear no bilirubins lights at home either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tf1HzldPEk8/TWrRnws2O0I/AAAAAAAABDc/F9jYxQi5uRU/s1600/IMG_9293_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tf1HzldPEk8/TWrRnws2O0I/AAAAAAAABDc/F9jYxQi5uRU/s400/IMG_9293_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578501569469889346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can't really tell who she looks like, sometimes it's Talmadge and other times she looks like the other 3.  I feel great and life goes on once you come home from the hospital.  I thought 5 would be so much harder, but really it's not.  The only thing I find difficult is leaving to go places.  I put Talmadge back in a car seat he can't get out of (which means he can't get in it without my help either) and Cannon obviously still needs help so, in and out of the car is a process for me.  At home it's just one more pretty girl to add to the others I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9A-MNZ_VNy0/TWrRRFDiLrI/AAAAAAAABDU/5FHU8qVbVbg/s1600/IMG_9298_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9A-MNZ_VNy0/TWrRRFDiLrI/AAAAAAAABDU/5FHU8qVbVbg/s400/IMG_9298_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578501179796762290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so grateful to our Heavenly Father who has trusted us to be these sweet children's earthly parents, I hope and pray for help on our journey everyday.&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/1958464043936114166-9020778014451774892?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/9020778014451774892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=9020778014451774892&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/9020778014451774892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/9020778014451774892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-london.html' title='Little London'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1_c6ESu1Ls/TWrU0-wEAsI/AAAAAAAABEM/iVCAr_Hx-VM/s72-c/IMG_9310_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2700841910639130273</id><published>2011-01-31T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:15:13.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad- Talmadge why are you putting soap in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talmadge- Because I'm saying bad words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom- What bad words are you saying and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talmadge- "I'm downstairs with Zoie and I keep saying bad words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talmadge- In frustration "I can't stop saying them, I think something is wrong with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What an honorable boy I have.  Maybe I need to change the soap flavor.....although it seems to be working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2700841910639130273?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2700841910639130273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2700841910639130273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2700841910639130273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2700841910639130273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2011/01/bad-words.html' title='Bad Words'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-6334227641995176171</id><published>2011-01-24T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:44:51.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising little boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TT3We-bH9nI/AAAAAAAABCg/ecQb0cO7v5s/s1600/IMG_9126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TT3We-bH9nI/AAAAAAAABCg/ecQb0cO7v5s/s400/IMG_9126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565840542140986994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last few weeks I have been studying and trying to learn as much as I can about little BOYS.  They are so different and to say that Talmadge is a handful is a huge understatement.  I am up for any books or ideas on teaching and learning about how to raise boys.  They are both such a delight to me in two totally different ways, and I'm so grateful to be their mother even though it is extremely challenging at times.  I'm learning to pray and search the scriptures for patience and help, but I need all the help I can get, so give me ideas :"}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-6334227641995176171?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/6334227641995176171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=6334227641995176171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6334227641995176171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6334227641995176171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2011/01/raising-little-boys.html' title='Raising little boys'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TT3We-bH9nI/AAAAAAAABCg/ecQb0cO7v5s/s72-c/IMG_9126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4403274905326981594</id><published>2010-10-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:27:35.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding one more</title><content type='html'>I have had all kinds of mixed feelings about a new addition to our family.  I'm happy to say we are so excited that it's a GIRL!  Scott, the girls, the boys (even Cannon)and I said from the very beginning it's going to be a girl, we were all right.  I couldn't even think of boy names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't record the events leading up to this I will forget, so hear goes about 1 year ago I was telling Scott I really feel like we are missing another child from our family and I had many different experiences that led me to believe it was a girl that was still waiting to come to us.  When I started to express these things to Scott he had told me of different instances where he had the same feelings.  Keep in mind we were DONE!  I thought 4 is a great # and I really didn't want to do the whole pregnant thing again, I am not one of those who enjoys being pregnant.  Medically it is really hard on my hips and back and all the other uncomfortable things that go along with getting huge.  So we had talked about adopting, that was the extent of that and we just kept "talking" about it not making any big plans.  We weren't really preventing anything either so the possiblilty was always there, well it happened.  I was mad, sad, irritated, surprised, happy, scared, all those emotions I'm not good enough to handle 5, I'm just a stress case.  Apparently Heavenly Father thinks I can do it and he was trying to prep me a year ago when I had strong feelings of someone missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are glad to find out it was a girl, Scott kept saying "If it's not a girl, we are not done yet" both of us knowing there was still a little girl to come, so YEAH!  Let's just hope in 2 years we don't have another "feeling" of someone missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-4403274905326981594?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4403274905326981594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4403274905326981594&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4403274905326981594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4403274905326981594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/10/adding-one-more.html' title='Adding one more'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3336684941901937276</id><published>2010-10-08T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:14:28.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of the Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TK-kx0v07OI/AAAAAAAABCU/zraJxZ9i2OI/s1600/IMG_8426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TK-kx0v07OI/AAAAAAAABCU/zraJxZ9i2OI/s400/IMG_8426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525816443686677730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to move our piano to upstairs this summer.  I realized I am never in the basement and if I was serious about making my children be "serious" about playing than I needed to make a change.  Now that it is in our family room the children are on it constantly and sometimes even Dad.  Even though sometimes I cringe at the banging and annoying sounds that come from it, there is something about listening to Lucy(or anyone else) play a song she has worked really hard on and make beautiful music.  We spend so much more time on it upstairs and I'm glad we made the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TK-kxuecTwI/AAAAAAAABCM/J40czo6q4VY/s1600/IMG_8406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TK-kxuecTwI/AAAAAAAABCM/J40czo6q4VY/s400/IMG_8406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525816442003148546" 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/1958464043936114166-3336684941901937276?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3336684941901937276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3336684941901937276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3336684941901937276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3336684941901937276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/10/joys-of-piano.html' title='The joys of the Piano'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TK-kx0v07OI/AAAAAAAABCU/zraJxZ9i2OI/s72-c/IMG_8426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4715790343208675581</id><published>2010-09-27T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:03:31.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas from moms/dads out there</title><content type='html'>We have decided together as a family we set up certain rules to try and "help" our children make smart choices, and keep them out of situations that could be harmful or not constructive for there spiritual growth.  The most important thing to me as a mother is to "shelter" my children from the destructive things of the world and do all that I can to teach them to be Christlike, and have a testimony of the Savior.  I want them to feel safe in our home, and have an open dialect about all topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few simple and not too major rules that we have set up as a family are:&lt;br /&gt;1.  No sleepovers (unless mom &amp;amp; dad are going out of town)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Chore charts.....or consequences&lt;br /&gt;3.  Scripture study as a family in the am before school (it just helps set the mood for the day)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Personal prayers at night time.......&lt;br /&gt;5.  No bad words (we know what those are)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Not to be judgmental&lt;br /&gt;7.  No swimming on Sundays&lt;br /&gt;8.  Obeying parents (the answer "NO" is not acceptable)&lt;br /&gt;9. T.V. and computer are monitored.&lt;br /&gt;10.  No TV before school (this is really hard considering Talmadge wakes up at 5:30, and Lucy 6) this is a work in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few simple rules we have set that we have found are helpful to our children in many ways.....obviously things are always changing and we are learning as we go.  If some of these things make my children sheltered well good.  To say "Someone's children are going to rebel because you shelter them."  I think is a bunch of crap if I can do everything in my power to teach them correct principles and set up ground rules, so that later in life they can understand the importance of them, and gain a testimony on their own, it really doesn't matter what others think about the decisions you make as a couple in raising your children.  Scott and I  hope and pray everyday for guidance on how to raise our children and what is best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What rules or things do you have set up in your home that can help your children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-4715790343208675581?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4715790343208675581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4715790343208675581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4715790343208675581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4715790343208675581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/09/ideas-from-momsdads-out-there.html' title='Ideas from moms/dads out there'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7201056012507520732</id><published>2010-09-23T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:26:43.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothfairy's are real!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TJu28knh9lI/AAAAAAAABCA/3Yl8v6aDiZ0/s1600/IMG_8382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TJu28knh9lI/AAAAAAAABCA/3Yl8v6aDiZ0/s400/IMG_8382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520206920010561106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have lost a ton of teeth at our house over the last few months.  Zoie took this picture with the barbie holding her tooth.  When I downloaded my pictures I found it and just laughed.  What a cute concept.  She lost her other lower front baby tooth while wrestling with Lucy.  She had bread in her mouth when it happened and the tooth was never recovered.  I'm thinking it was swallowed in all the chaos.  Lucy wrote a note to the tooth fairy explaining what happened and Zoie signed it, making sure the tooth fairy knew it was Zoie's tooth.  She was still visited by the tooth fairy and thrilled!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7201056012507520732?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7201056012507520732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7201056012507520732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7201056012507520732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7201056012507520732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/09/toothfairys-are-real.html' title='Toothfairy&apos;s are real!!!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TJu28knh9lI/AAAAAAAABCA/3Yl8v6aDiZ0/s72-c/IMG_8382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1304753575680427902</id><published>2010-09-08T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:34:11.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-yYAlkzI/AAAAAAAABBw/xZEQUrIEixE/s1600/IMG_8234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-yYAlkzI/AAAAAAAABBw/xZEQUrIEixE/s400/IMG_8234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514726778874467122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been sooooo long since I last posted a blog I just didn't even know where to start, or sort through any pictures.  So Grandma L this is mainly for you the pictures are all jumbled up, and a mess but this was majority our summer.  We had camping trips ect. but I didn't bring my camera, smart me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-xwef6RI/AAAAAAAABBo/A_9EMCa_KGg/s1600/IMG_8231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-xwef6RI/AAAAAAAABBo/A_9EMCa_KGg/s400/IMG_8231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514726768262506770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a pile of worms Talmadge found after we ran the sprinklers in the back yard for a while, he was pulling them out of the ground like a bird, the worms tripling in size as they stretched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-xHGG4MI/AAAAAAAABBg/jDqM3KFaFEI/s1600/IMG_8219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-xHGG4MI/AAAAAAAABBg/jDqM3KFaFEI/s400/IMG_8219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514726757154349250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of canning............ the girls were a ton of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-wiVtYdI/AAAAAAAABBY/909DY7zBSIw/s1600/IMG_8417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-wiVtYdI/AAAAAAAABBY/909DY7zBSIw/s400/IMG_8417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514726747287675346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally moved the piano upstairs so the practice time is way more effective with Lucy, and she loves to play!  I hope that attitude continues as she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-v3aTN2I/AAAAAAAABBQ/IwfFm239y9k/s1600/IMG_8338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-v3aTN2I/AAAAAAAABBQ/IwfFm239y9k/s400/IMG_8338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514726735764207458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I downloaded a ton of photos and realized Zoie was not in most of them, she is my little photographer.  I had to sensor most of the photos, Scott and I got a real kick out of what she took pictures of, and Talmadge of courser was the guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9583gbpI/AAAAAAAABBI/qHOY7QrQtgs/s1600/IMG_8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9583gbpI/AAAAAAAABBI/qHOY7QrQtgs/s400/IMG_8227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725809515949714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More of the worm collecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg95WF9GdI/AAAAAAAABBA/MUaRNYCIgcE/s1600/IMG_8395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg95WF9GdI/AAAAAAAABBA/MUaRNYCIgcE/s400/IMG_8395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725799107566034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoie in all her glory DANCING, she loves to dance next karate is on her list of to do's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg94-GyGSI/AAAAAAAABA4/BGKomaLSL_M/s1600/IMG_8413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg94-GyGSI/AAAAAAAABA4/BGKomaLSL_M/s400/IMG_8413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725792668588322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a regular occurrence in our home Lucy sits and reads stories to her brothers and sister, they love it and so do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg937nLSxI/AAAAAAAABAo/_eOjcuQg2jU/s1600/IMG_8236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg937nLSxI/AAAAAAAABAo/_eOjcuQg2jU/s400/IMG_8236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725774819281682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves her some BRODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9NdPsc0I/AAAAAAAABAg/Md2wtnNBUgA/s1600/IMG_8407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9NdPsc0I/AAAAAAAABAg/Md2wtnNBUgA/s400/IMG_8407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725045113221954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm a mean pirate guy" so he tells me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9MyfWZPI/AAAAAAAABAY/Ndd74Lj4V28/s1600/IMG_8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9MyfWZPI/AAAAAAAABAY/Ndd74Lj4V28/s400/IMG_8216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725033636160754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaks for it's self, happy go lucky, dirty, and eating sand from the sand box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9MbeqftI/AAAAAAAABAQ/xelDuxsvd9M/s1600/IMG_8208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9MbeqftI/AAAAAAAABAQ/xelDuxsvd9M/s400/IMG_8208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725027459268306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some pool time, this is where we spent most of the time this summer.  We got rid of the boat and put up the pool.  Lucky for me we stayed at home and had many pool parties (I have not been feeling good this summer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9Lsh2c6I/AAAAAAAABAI/A0zo7VpKEqw/s1600/IMG_8337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9Lsh2c6I/AAAAAAAABAI/A0zo7VpKEqw/s400/IMG_8337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725014856168354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9LIB0hwI/AAAAAAAABAA/voLKlSVfb_E/s1600/IMG_8202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg9LIB0hwI/AAAAAAAABAA/voLKlSVfb_E/s400/IMG_8202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514725005058148098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8b0LtMXI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Sth8CAeVXGA/s1600/IMG_8132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8b0LtMXI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Sth8CAeVXGA/s400/IMG_8132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514724192277049714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8bAvsDUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/HuuD7aFC6ag/s1600/IMG_8120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8bAvsDUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/HuuD7aFC6ag/s400/IMG_8120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514724178469326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I got up to one morning, Talmadge's breakfast.  He is not messing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8aWjEsVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/sK0ylaulujU/s1600/IMG_8114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8aWjEsVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/sK0ylaulujU/s400/IMG_8114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514724167142125906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little Zoie swimming away, she really learned well this summer to swim and was so tan she looked like she didn't belong in our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8Zw1jQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_g/RlyBkOIlk3s/s1600/IMG_8110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8Zw1jQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_g/RlyBkOIlk3s/s400/IMG_8110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514724157019079554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all school is here Lucy is in 2nd grade and loves it.  She is so shy I never would have known it.  Zoie starts Kindergarten and is NOT looking forward to it.  She wants to stay home with me, sad but makes me a little happy she doesn't want to leave me yet.  I kept her home from preschool she just didn't want to go and I really worked with her on her alphabet but she is a pigheaded one and just didn't want to learn.  So I will be curious to see how she does this year.  Talmadge is wanting to go to school and is working on spelling and writing his name, his teachers are in for a real treat when he goes to preschool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8Y_tceUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_lEc_8lehWw/s1600/IMG_8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg8Y_tceUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_lEc_8lehWw/s400/IMG_8107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514724143831742786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Cannon spent most of his time this summer in between the sprinklers and the sandbox.  He is so sweet and such a joy to have in our family.  If he would only go to a babysitter so I could get away that would be great!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-1304753575680427902?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1304753575680427902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1304753575680427902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1304753575680427902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1304753575680427902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-coming.html' title='Long time coming'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/TIg-yYAlkzI/AAAAAAAABBw/xZEQUrIEixE/s72-c/IMG_8234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2844475804238931597</id><published>2010-04-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:14:08.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvercreek Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvzpQ1-LI/AAAAAAAAA8A/chlhY4HwOdg/s1600/IMG_7289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvzpQ1-LI/AAAAAAAAA8A/chlhY4HwOdg/s400/IMG_7289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456867200297466034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvzLRGcTI/AAAAAAAAA74/ZQpr7I7VSgc/s1600/IMG_7287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvzLRGcTI/AAAAAAAAA74/ZQpr7I7VSgc/s400/IMG_7287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456867192245481778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back we went and hiked 2 miles at Silvercreek Falls, it was a beautiful day.  Our goal this summer is to hike 50 miles combined with all the kids, it will be hard but extremely rewarding as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvyaxo6xI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UQBFsRamVd8/s1600/IMG_7281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvyaxo6xI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UQBFsRamVd8/s400/IMG_7281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456867179228621586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time, seeing the falls, finding bugs, throwing rocks and sticks down into the water way below.  If you are wondering yes that is a harness Scott made for Talmadge the morning we left.  He knew how stressed I am with that child and to make things more enjoyable for me, he made that leash.  I'm glad he did the first chain link fence we came to of course he started to climb it with rocks and water 150 feet down, he just me so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvi1nmrfI/AAAAAAAAA7o/VGI-hlt3zvU/s1600/IMG_7276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvi1nmrfI/AAAAAAAAA7o/VGI-hlt3zvU/s400/IMG_7276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866911556382194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of them also carried all their water the whole way, Scott made them a rope to carry it on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qviYwlKzI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ij9c02GwnXc/s1600/IMG_7267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qviYwlKzI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ij9c02GwnXc/s400/IMG_7267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866903809403698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvhpu7lwI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/vvykKtLUz2s/s1600/IMG_7264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvhpu7lwI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/vvykKtLUz2s/s400/IMG_7264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866891186018050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannon did great the whole time, not a even a peep out of him, when we stopped for lunch he stayed in his pack, and eventually fell asleep at the end of the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvgM3jl8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/M7xTc2vhiy8/s1600/IMG_7262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvgM3jl8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/M7xTc2vhiy8/s400/IMG_7262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866866257696706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvPpi2ZSI/AAAAAAAAA7A/qCVPcafW-pM/s1600/IMG_7261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvPpi2ZSI/AAAAAAAAA7A/qCVPcafW-pM/s400/IMG_7261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866581897700642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really looking forward to some fun hikes this summer, any suggestions please let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvPAawe1I/AAAAAAAAA64/a87KEW4MtLI/s1600/IMG_7260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvPAawe1I/AAAAAAAAA64/a87KEW4MtLI/s400/IMG_7260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866570857904978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvOo-g4II/AAAAAAAAA6w/HFmtJFZ1yZE/s1600/IMG_7259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvOo-g4II/AAAAAAAAA6w/HFmtJFZ1yZE/s400/IMG_7259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866564565426306" 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/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvOG_zxRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/y5APyoNamKI/s1600/IMG_7258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvOG_zxRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/y5APyoNamKI/s400/IMG_7258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866555444053266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute boys, and yes that is my husband.......his beard is now gone, thank goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvNoVpr1I/AAAAAAAAA6g/VHxVEvyPGws/s1600/IMG_7257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvNoVpr1I/AAAAAAAAA6g/VHxVEvyPGws/s400/IMG_7257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866547214167890" 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/1958464043936114166-2844475804238931597?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2844475804238931597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2844475804238931597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2844475804238931597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2844475804238931597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/04/silvercreek-falls.html' title='Silvercreek Falls'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qvzpQ1-LI/AAAAAAAAA8A/chlhY4HwOdg/s72-c/IMG_7289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7120532234305090552</id><published>2010-04-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:15:21.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Exhibit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnhhVDZ1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/HuolX24_HxU/s1600/IMG_7244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnhhVDZ1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/HuolX24_HxU/s400/IMG_7244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858092836972370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things we did during out Spring Break this year was visit "Wings of Wonder".  I heard about it through a friend and decided it would be fun to check it out.  I didn't know what to expect.  It was beautiful and the kids just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnhNXYsKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VxFVGqy02u4/s1600/IMG_7238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnhNXYsKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VxFVGqy02u4/s400/IMG_7238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858087478046882" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnglbjDKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lqL6dnthlWw/s1600/IMG_7236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnglbjDKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lqL6dnthlWw/s400/IMG_7236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858076758084770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cannon was a little uneasy about the whole thing but then again why wouldn't you be there were some almost as big as his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qngDBhEgI/AAAAAAAAA6A/brZpg3MDOtg/s1600/IMG_7235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qngDBhEgI/AAAAAAAAA6A/brZpg3MDOtg/s400/IMG_7235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858067522097666" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnTHS2zmI/AAAAAAAAA54/MEJ5Y8VYJNk/s1600/IMG_7233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnTHS2zmI/AAAAAAAAA54/MEJ5Y8VYJNk/s400/IMG_7233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857845330267746" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to be very careful to not step on them, they were all over.  My mom went to sit down and I noticed this one had taken a liking to her behind.  Lucy yelled "Grandma don't sit you have a butterfly on your butt".  I'm sure she appreciates that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnSfmjeBI/AAAAAAAAA5w/sK9NaMXz_Rg/s1600/IMG_7231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnSfmjeBI/AAAAAAAAA5w/sK9NaMXz_Rg/s400/IMG_7231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857834675468306" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnR2uxDQI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wmlPlVmXPoc/s1600/IMG_7227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnR2uxDQI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wmlPlVmXPoc/s400/IMG_7227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857823704059138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnRGhWygI/AAAAAAAAA5g/gUYqn_yM7uI/s1600/IMG_7222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnRGhWygI/AAAAAAAAA5g/gUYqn_yM7uI/s400/IMG_7222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857810762910210" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This particular butterfly stopped on Sterling's shoulder and refused to move, he thought that was so cool, and left it there for majority of the time we were in the atrium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnQT8GMnI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XG8-li11TR8/s1600/IMG_7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnQT8GMnI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XG8-li11TR8/s400/IMG_7214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857797184860786" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm6vK6xpI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IDbXInDb77g/s1600/IMG_7212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm6vK6xpI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IDbXInDb77g/s400/IMG_7212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857426537662098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm6NgotwI/AAAAAAAAA5I/3obY6-3GQOg/s1600/IMG_7209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm6NgotwI/AAAAAAAAA5I/3obY6-3GQOg/s400/IMG_7209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857417501947650" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm5Qd7vMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/xxfle389Qo4/s1600/IMG_7208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm5Qd7vMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/xxfle389Qo4/s400/IMG_7208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857401116048578" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talmadge loved every minute of this, although it was very hard to keep him from running around and trampling over all the butterflies.  He was more interested in the frogs, and lizards that were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm43Mxu7I/AAAAAAAAA44/0RKruWXzBFA/s1600/IMG_7207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm43Mxu7I/AAAAAAAAA44/0RKruWXzBFA/s400/IMG_7207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857394333203378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Zoie's favorite one, mainly because it was the only one she got a hold of, you were not allowed to pick them up, or catch them.  If they landed on you it was a free game, you just couldn't touch their wings.  Also if they were on a plant you could very carefully put your finger next to them to see if they would crawl onto you.  Zoie was a little apprehensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm4R1uV2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/yefTrx_ZaY0/s1600/IMG_7204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qm4R1uV2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/yefTrx_ZaY0/s400/IMG_7204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857384304400226" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7120532234305090552?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7120532234305090552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7120532234305090552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7120532234305090552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7120532234305090552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/04/butterfly-exhibit.html' title='Butterfly Exhibit'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qnhhVDZ1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/HuolX24_HxU/s72-c/IMG_7244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1533482122969518652</id><published>2010-04-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:04:53.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhS3ovymI/AAAAAAAAA4o/XyMtzIAanno/s1600/IMG_7193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhS3ovymI/AAAAAAAAA4o/XyMtzIAanno/s400/IMG_7193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456851244057348706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhS3ovymI/AAAAAAAAA4o/XyMtzIAanno/s1600/IMG_7193.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is pretty much lame, I down loaded all of my pictures backwards......so if you want to start at the beginning go to the bottom of my post and work your way up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhSWJ_E4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/mj6uUvcdEac/s1600/IMG_7192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhSWJ_E4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/mj6uUvcdEac/s400/IMG_7192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456851235069956994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I think his most favorite part of the day was the bath in the sink.  Thanks to all the family who came and got him gifts and celebrated with us a wonderful year with our baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhCmibzvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/05iXyUa11h4/s1600/IMG_7188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhCmibzvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/05iXyUa11h4/s400/IMG_7188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850964589563634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love his chubby little fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhCAU6Z7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RzXeqO3ijuk/s1600/IMG_7180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhCAU6Z7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RzXeqO3ijuk/s400/IMG_7180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850954332301234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhBQnqFYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/D819wOM1Tug/s1600/IMG_7179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhBQnqFYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/D819wOM1Tug/s400/IMG_7179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850941526021506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhA811DOI/AAAAAAAAA4A/mPFsVbJmUTE/s1600/IMG_7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhA811DOI/AAAAAAAAA4A/mPFsVbJmUTE/s400/IMG_7177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850936216751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had no problems diving into his extra large cupcake, and ate for a long time in his chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qg_0Ho3lI/AAAAAAAAA34/P3SphZugx24/s1600/IMG_7171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qg_0Ho3lI/AAAAAAAAA34/P3SphZugx24/s400/IMG_7171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850916695662162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgkL6q9-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/Tv7yFny0Nvw/s1600/IMG_7137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgkL6q9-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/Tv7yFny0Nvw/s400/IMG_7137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850442047387618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a typical Lashmett face, we all joke about the mouth wide open catching flies.  He also just like his sister has a huge mouth, in fact we think it's even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgbHk0DrI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0dE4mA_mSsw/s1600/IMG_7145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgbHk0DrI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0dE4mA_mSsw/s400/IMG_7145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850286263144114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got lots of balloons with helium and tons with out, he loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgaj-8esI/AAAAAAAAA3g/yyLjJy55pf8/s1600/IMG_7140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgaj-8esI/AAAAAAAAA3g/yyLjJy55pf8/s400/IMG_7140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850276709071554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgaFVmJEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kKvYPDBcIRQ/s1600/IMG_7128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qgaFVmJEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kKvYPDBcIRQ/s400/IMG_7128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850268482577474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a pretty uneventful day in the beginning for the most part, we played and wrestled on the ground and wore himself out.  After hugging on him he fell asleep on the rug next to me.&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/1958464043936114166-1533482122969518652?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1533482122969518652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1533482122969518652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1533482122969518652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1533482122969518652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S7qhS3ovymI/AAAAAAAAA4o/XyMtzIAanno/s72-c/IMG_7193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8673368016878944788</id><published>2010-02-17T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:22:34.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yiARcUcBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/sAtstuhysRM/s1600-h/IMG_7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yiARcUcBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/sAtstuhysRM/s400/IMG_7060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439400575522598930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls are great&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKM_8f_HI/AAAAAAAAA3A/h4oF2hjIekE/s1600-h/IMG_7059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKM_8f_HI/AAAAAAAAA3A/h4oF2hjIekE/s400/IMG_7059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439374405884968050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my girls are wonderful,  smart, creative, beautiful, and it's great that I'm their best friend, and they always want to be with me......&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sad but one day that will change (in their twenties maybe they will like me again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKMfETNtI/AAAAAAAAA24/ul3RNqvhCA8/s1600-h/IMG_7031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKMfETNtI/AAAAAAAAA24/ul3RNqvhCA8/s400/IMG_7031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439374397059315410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;are crazy, loud, aggressive, compulsive......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKL1YPUxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/yT6SAkthyFk/s1600-h/IMG_7027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKL1YPUxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/yT6SAkthyFk/s400/IMG_7027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439374385868657426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKLdvyQfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Ur3f1ghXOOY/s1600-h/IMG_7020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKLdvyQfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Ur3f1ghXOOY/s400/IMG_7020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439374379524964850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKK9Sm_sI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6B2uq_4XM7Q/s1600-h/IMG_7015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yKK9Sm_sI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6B2uq_4XM7Q/s400/IMG_7015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439374370812657346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goofy, messy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJw8xmvsI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/FIvRc-eM2Lk/s1600-h/IMG_7004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJw8xmvsI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/FIvRc-eM2Lk/s400/IMG_7004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439373923997630146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJwY6ZrPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Pl-ETa61ZJA/s1600-h/IMG_7037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJwY6ZrPI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Pl-ETa61ZJA/s400/IMG_7037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439373914370845938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gross, inquisitive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJvx_j4_I/AAAAAAAAA2I/lQIqB1zCeK0/s1600-h/IMG_7041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJvx_j4_I/AAAAAAAAA2I/lQIqB1zCeK0/s400/IMG_7041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439373903923504114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJvVhkFXI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Y-vjWDPqIpQ/s1600-h/IMG_7052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJvVhkFXI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Y-vjWDPqIpQ/s400/IMG_7052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439373896281494898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJu1qJ9MI/AAAAAAAAA14/tCVyi4UhfLk/s1600-h/IMG_7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yJu1qJ9MI/AAAAAAAAA14/tCVyi4UhfLk/s400/IMG_7054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439373887727596738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFaq7XIuI/AAAAAAAAA1w/WxPCx_lNU4k/s1600-h/IMG_6998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFaq7XIuI/AAAAAAAAA1w/WxPCx_lNU4k/s400/IMG_6998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369143203078882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soooo cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFaLK_PqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/QutR7dU8SoQ/s1600-h/IMG_6977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFaLK_PqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/QutR7dU8SoQ/s400/IMG_6977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369134678687394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFZ3ZjBrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gjFJjJcBxmk/s1600-h/IMG_6975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFZ3ZjBrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gjFJjJcBxmk/s400/IMG_6975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369129371043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFZS-8QEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/c1wQU51N-Ic/s1600-h/IMG_6971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yFZS-8QEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/c1wQU51N-Ic/s400/IMG_6971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369119595774018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT.......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best of all at the end of the day they want to sit on mommy's lap, and cuddle with just me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is part of why being a mom is so wonderful, no matter what crazy things happen, how many messes they make, how many things they break, I still love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8673368016878944788?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8673368016878944788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8673368016878944788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8673368016878944788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8673368016878944788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-are-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/S3yiARcUcBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/sAtstuhysRM/s72-c/IMG_7060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3099988974441139206</id><published>2009-12-09T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:06:39.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_1L-OsfEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VrLoH2oViok/s1600-h/IMG_6616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_1L-OsfEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VrLoH2oViok/s400/IMG_6616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413314863154625602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_1Lb1xgeI/AAAAAAAAA04/N1WTSX4Mgnc/s1600-h/IMG_6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_1Lb1xgeI/AAAAAAAAA04/N1WTSX4Mgnc/s400/IMG_6608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413314853923291618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_1K0jN4QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/u5hMG3LzduI/s1600-h/IMG_6603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_1K0jN4QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/u5hMG3LzduI/s400/IMG_6603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413314843376476418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_iGEbf5PI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-s_spErf6Wc/s1600-h/IMG_6523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_iGEbf5PI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-s_spErf6Wc/s400/IMG_6523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413293871018796274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just can't seem to get enough of this little boy lately, and he can't seem to get enough of me either.  He is now 8 months old and has 4 teeth, crawling, and is eating every thing he can get his hands on.  He loves to play peek-a-boo even if no one is playing back with him.  He has been so sick over the last few months with ear infections, swine flu, now bronchitis and a touch of asthma, I love the winter but I look forward to the summer weather when my kids are not so sick.  He is my baby that loves to cuddle and I love it, if he is awake he wants to be in my arms, when I need to get things accomplished this drives me crazy but I need to remember that pretty soon he won't want anything to do with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3099988974441139206?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3099988974441139206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3099988974441139206&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3099988974441139206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3099988974441139206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-blue.html' title='Big Blue'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sx_1L-OsfEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VrLoH2oViok/s72-c/IMG_6616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3005614375757379613</id><published>2009-11-02T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:59:53.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-OH_mNxXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JQkQ4ikdhn0/s1600-h/IMG_6586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-OH_mNxXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JQkQ4ikdhn0/s400/IMG_6586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399690746222462322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang.......even Dad has to get in on the fun, he is hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-Mnrc5GTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jVEWoeSAO3c/s1600-h/IMG_6585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-Mnrc5GTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jVEWoeSAO3c/s400/IMG_6585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689091547207986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Pirate Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-MnNOn8vI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rOxx-NcFREU/s1600-h/IMG_6584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-MnNOn8vI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rOxx-NcFREU/s400/IMG_6584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689083434300146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Scary, Dead, Bride" where she came up with that we still don't know, and our little Sponge Bob we made his and he loved it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-Mmops0QI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1LxaO9b414w/s1600-h/IMG_6581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-Mmops0QI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1LxaO9b414w/s400/IMG_6581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689073615753474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year for Halloween everyone was sick with the flu.  But that did not stop my little trick or tr eaters.  We went to the church and did a trunk or treat and we were done in 40 minutes it was great.  The kids made out with tons of candy and I swear that was the only thing they ate for the whole next day.   We are still battleing with the flu. The boys, Scott, and I are on the beginning stages of it so we are in for a loooonnnngggg week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3005614375757379613?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3005614375757379613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3005614375757379613&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3005614375757379613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3005614375757379613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Su-OH_mNxXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JQkQ4ikdhn0/s72-c/IMG_6586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1963554702417124947</id><published>2009-11-02T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:37:50.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBeqZnPguFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/nmHraPcku04/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194808052202649682" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBeqZnPguFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/nmHraPcku04/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just went through my edit posts and saw that I never posted this.  It is funny how quick I forget what a little trouble maker he is.  I sure do love this adventurous and curios boy of mine.  This is how I woke up one morning when I walked into my kitchen.  I guess he was hungry and looking for a ziploc bag to put his cereal in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBeqaHPguGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2i-izk18rFo/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194808060792584290" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBeqaHPguGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2i-izk18rFo/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBeqaXPguHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VYNtLUqSYkY/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194808065087551602" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBeqaXPguHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VYNtLUqSYkY/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you be mad at that face!!!!!&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/1958464043936114166-1963554702417124947?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1963554702417124947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1963554702417124947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1963554702417124947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1963554702417124947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning-mom.html' title='Good Morning Mom'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBeqZnPguFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/nmHraPcku04/s72-c/Lucy%27s+%235+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3764577971387574558</id><published>2009-09-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:10:32.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3764577971387574558?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3764577971387574558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3764577971387574558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3764577971387574558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3764577971387574558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7910417180705962</id><published>2009-09-11T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:59:38.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Vines + Bumbo = One happy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sqri1A9hmwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/xRrtiKOhNlE/s1600-h/IMG_6234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sqri1A9hmwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/xRrtiKOhNlE/s400/IMG_6234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380362105266477826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sqri0houJ_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/N-nQvsoFl3w/s1600-h/IMG_6242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sqri0houJ_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/N-nQvsoFl3w/s400/IMG_6242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380362096857720818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sqri0IQeADI/AAAAAAAAAzM/1X-K5Ilu41A/s1600-h/IMG_6243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sqri0IQeADI/AAAAAAAAAzM/1X-K5Ilu41A/s400/IMG_6243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380362090045112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was all worth the mess!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7910417180705962?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7910417180705962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7910417180705962&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7910417180705962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7910417180705962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-vines-bumbo-one-happy-boy.html' title='Red Vines + Bumbo = One happy Boy'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sqri1A9hmwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/xRrtiKOhNlE/s72-c/IMG_6234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1245181704451029414</id><published>2009-07-27T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:39:43.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrx2grHqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NY0yb5JPYVw/s1600-h/IMG_5259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrx2grHqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NY0yb5JPYVw/s320/IMG_5259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332521200485342882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I have cookie cutter babies or What?  Talmadge is the only odd ball only because he didn't have the huge cheeks as a little guy.  Loving these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrxqxXqYI/AAAAAAAAAx0/8Q9TzPU5nL8/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrxqxXqYI/AAAAAAAAAx0/8Q9TzPU5nL8/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332521197334145410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrxaH47tI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZanhHDVgCoE/s1600-h/Feb.2005+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrxaH47tI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZanhHDVgCoE/s320/Feb.2005+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332521192865197778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrxGD5ETI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3O-eKdFtM8M/s1600-h/IMGP0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrxGD5ETI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3O-eKdFtM8M/s320/IMGP0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332521187479720242" 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/1958464043936114166-1245181704451029414?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1245181704451029414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1245181704451029414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1245181704451029414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1245181704451029414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/05/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDrx2grHqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NY0yb5JPYVw/s72-c/IMG_5259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2491616442911417172</id><published>2009-05-19T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:01:44.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNKvekbGKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/s_E-iWEWE_U/s1600-h/IMG_5413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNKvekbGKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/s_E-iWEWE_U/s320/IMG_5413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337692162884311202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little late I know but we went to Silvercreek Falls for Mother's Day and had a nice picnic.  All of my sibiling's were there with their kids, we took lot's of pictures.   The whole point of the pictures was to put together a wall for my mom in black and white, with a cool little saying about her, it was a surprise and she loved it.  The picture below was one of the many that was added to the collection, all of the brother and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNKvKjQQtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1PYjLZTTYxY/s1600-h/IMG_5393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNKvKjQQtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1PYjLZTTYxY/s320/IMG_5393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337692157510697682" 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/1958464043936114166-2491616442911417172?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2491616442911417172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2491616442911417172&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2491616442911417172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2491616442911417172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-photos.html' title='Mothers Day photos'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNKvekbGKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/s_E-iWEWE_U/s72-c/IMG_5413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2644011986416872811</id><published>2009-05-19T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:20:59.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNGAH5fMcI/AAAAAAAAAys/j_lmrszvThg/s1600-h/IMG_5357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNGAH5fMcI/AAAAAAAAAys/j_lmrszvThg/s320/IMG_5357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337686951298281922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNGAP9o9lI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OKsReq5sjmQ/s1600-h/IMG_5345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNGAP9o9lI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OKsReq5sjmQ/s320/IMG_5345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337686953463182930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to believe that my oldest and sweetest child is 6 already I can't believe how quickly she has grown up.  She loves school and has such a strong desire to learn, she is shy in a group of people and just watches them.  She has lot's of friends because she is nice to everyone, she is a peacemaker.&lt;br /&gt;Her motherly instincts have kicked in and she is an incredible big sister, she wants to change diapers, only wet ones of course.  She rocks Cannon to sleep and always wants to hold him.  She is a great problem solver, and very rarely asks for help to do things.  She is extremely creative and very neat in her school work.  She counts to 100 by 5's and 10's and is so proud of herself.  She is a great singer, she is an incredible memorizers (like her dad)and memorizes her books when I read them to her, so then at night she reads the books to Zoie before bed, and it trips me out when she reads the big words, I forget she has them memorized.  Her school teachers area very impressed with how persise and articulate she is in her school work.  Every word, number, picture, artwork, ect... has to be just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNF_70ug5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/V03xSuoxztY/s1600-h/IMG_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNF_70ug5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/V03xSuoxztY/s320/IMG_5339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337686948057088914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the most favorite things Lucy loves to do is garden outside with us.  She planted our whole garden this year with a little bit of help.  It's great I give her a general area where I want bulbs planted and she does them all, waters them, and tends to them regularly.  The other day we walked home from school and she picked up a red leaf.  She looked at it and said "This leaf has fungi on it", I said how did you know that, she replied "Grandma taught me that mom".  She takes after her grandma who loves plants as well.  Just today Lucy learned how to ride a bike, we have been working with her but she had no desire but between yesterday and today on her own she would go out and practice, and today she is training wheel free.  YEAH just in time for good weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lucy, and am so greatful to be your mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2644011986416872811?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2644011986416872811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2644011986416872811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2644011986416872811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2644011986416872811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-6.html' title='The Big 6'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ShNGAH5fMcI/AAAAAAAAAys/j_lmrszvThg/s72-c/IMG_5357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5663472468718877370</id><published>2009-05-05T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:47:06.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannon Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDsw5KhxDI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rzfA2OBTaL8/s1600-h/IMG_5262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDsw5KhxDI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rzfA2OBTaL8/s320/IMG_5262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332522283529520178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just amazing how quickly they grow up, he is already 9 weeks old and is smiling and talking to us.  He is super chubby and has rolls all over his body, his smile is huge just like Lucy and Scott's, and he has huge kissable lips and cheeks.  For the most part he is a pretty good baby, and is an Awesome sleeper.  With Talmadge around there is no rest for the weary so I'm glad I at least get to sleep a little bit more during the night than I ever have before with a newborn.  I must admit that having 4 kids is a lot of work, but very worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDswhlq3QI/AAAAAAAAAyM/SXQBoXXo_5M/s1600-h/IMG_5333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDswhlq3QI/AAAAAAAAAyM/SXQBoXXo_5M/s320/IMG_5333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332522277200911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talmadge is so sweet with him he loves him (a little too much sometimes), gives him kisses and wants to always hold him considering how Talmadge is he is really good with him.  But I'm not yet ready to have them sleep in the same room for fear of what will happen behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDswCRsyuI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xIfYAImPHOc/s1600-h/IMG_5327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDswCRsyuI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xIfYAImPHOc/s320/IMG_5327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332522268795652834" 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/1958464043936114166-5663472468718877370?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5663472468718877370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5663472468718877370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5663472468718877370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5663472468718877370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/05/cannon-lee.html' title='Cannon Lee'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDsw5KhxDI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rzfA2OBTaL8/s72-c/IMG_5262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5439763399821512058</id><published>2009-05-05T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:40:52.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy &amp; Cannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDqSF6dYpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/YYcoGgRJMno/s1600-h/Camera+1+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDqSF6dYpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/YYcoGgRJMno/s320/Camera+1+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332519555352584850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than Lucy is a few months older in this picture these two look identical.  So much fun to compare pictures of all the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDqR9DKOeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0vQf19dZ3gg/s1600-h/IMG_5330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDqR9DKOeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0vQf19dZ3gg/s320/IMG_5330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332519552973158882" 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/1958464043936114166-5439763399821512058?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5439763399821512058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5439763399821512058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5439763399821512058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5439763399821512058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucy-cannon.html' title='Lucy &amp; Cannon'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SgDqSF6dYpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/YYcoGgRJMno/s72-c/Camera+1+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8246758382326956648</id><published>2009-03-22T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:13:56.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbJLJgRiwI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AErW03m4_Ms/s1600-h/IMG_4829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbJLJgRiwI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AErW03m4_Ms/s320/IMG_4829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316157603524479746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the new baby.  Cannon Lee Lashmett,&lt;br /&gt;7lb 12oz, 19 1/4 inches long.  He was born at 12:40pm on Saturday March 21st.  I have no idea how to post a blog, and since Amber is in the hospital, and people are going to want to see what is happening, I thought that I might try it.  I have no idea what will happen.  Amber went into labor on Friday at 12:45pm.  It lasted almost exactly 24 hours (if she only could have held on for 5 more minutes).  The baby was a healthy, and had no immediate problems.  He currently is in a light machine for Jaundice, but will be able to come home on Monday March 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbJyqz67zI/AAAAAAAAAw8/E7vIl0beUJw/s1600-h/IMG_4884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbJyqz67zI/AAAAAAAAAw8/E7vIl0beUJw/s320/IMG_4884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316158282480152370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are not sure what to think of him.  Talmadge was mad at mom for leaving him with Grandpa for two days, and refused to talk to, hug, or kiss her with his first visit.  He does not understand the whole baby thing yet, and I am sure that once he figures out that he is no longer the baby, he won't like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, who we thought would be the motherly one, could care less.  She is more interested in writing on the white board in the room, practicing her spelling.  She also LOVES the hospital cafeteria.  I am not sure if it is the food, or the new experience, but anytime she is there, we are going to make a trip to get some sort of food item or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbSvP0IzSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DVcqdgDR9ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbSvP0IzSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DVcqdgDR9ZQ/s320/IMG_4869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316168119298346274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoie is the one that it totally maternal.  On our way to visit this morning, she was so concerned about how the baby was going to get home with out a car seat, not realizing that it was in the back of the car, and not in place yet.  The first night she was all about holding him, and talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to visit him today, we found out that he had to do the same bellirubin machine that Talmadge had.  He is on it 24/7 and does not leave.  It makes visiting your new baby lame, when you can not hold him.  Amber has to go the nursery to feed him, they won't even let him come to the room for that.  Hopefully he will be well enough that we won't have to have light at home like we did with Talmadge.  Here is a photo that I took of him a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbT5yfIRhI/AAAAAAAAAxM/JanbjoLcuME/s1600-h/IMG_4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbT5yfIRhI/AAAAAAAAAxM/JanbjoLcuME/s320/IMG_4903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316169399915791890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am signing off, and will let the professional do a post when she is home.&lt;br /&gt;  Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8246758382326956648?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8246758382326956648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8246758382326956648&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8246758382326956648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8246758382326956648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-is-new-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/ScbJLJgRiwI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AErW03m4_Ms/s72-c/IMG_4829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5549970931852572674</id><published>2009-03-10T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:47:16.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sbaj4yew_1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/6cZifIVHYp0/s1600-h/IMG_4812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sbaj4yew_1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/6cZifIVHYp0/s320/IMG_4812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311613006548893522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great night this was my sisters and I planned a surprise birthday party for our dad, we sent out 100 invitations and about 60+ people were there, his two sisters showed up and that was a surprise to all.  Marylyn came from Washington, and Chris flew in from Utah is was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sbaj4JkQiPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/80XtOANJFNE/s1600-h/IMG_4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sbaj4JkQiPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/80XtOANJFNE/s320/IMG_4810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311612995566078194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can tell from this picture he was shocked, he turned back around to my mom after the initial look on his face and said "What the hell is this?"  We had told him we were having a ward event at my home (Not uncommon), and that they were going to pick the kids up at 7 to watch them for us, he was not very thrilled at that babysitting for his birthday, fun Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a great weekend and emotional as well, my sibilings and I put together a book of memories for my dad, on things we have learned from him, and events that have shaped our lives, it was great we were able to read them to him after the party was over and that was a touching experience.  It was a night I know he will not forget, thanks to everyone who participated, it was great to celebrate the birthday of my biggest hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5549970931852572674?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5549970931852572674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5549970931852572674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5549970931852572674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5549970931852572674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-60th-birthday.html' title='Happy 60th Birthday'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Sbaj4yew_1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/6cZifIVHYp0/s72-c/IMG_4812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3868883543600928493</id><published>2009-02-20T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:46:02.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects......</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who don't know my sister and I have been planning a surprise 60th Birthday party for my dad next friday, at it will be at my house.  We are super excited and have invited so many of his old time friends, and family we don't see very often.  We are expecting around 100 or so, so it's just kinda a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided it is wonderful to have functions at my home, it makes my husband and I finish a lot of unfinished projects.  In the past few weeks I have repainted my kitchen to a lighter color, restained my upper cabinets to a darker, repainted and stained my island a new color, repainted my entry way twice first time green, hated it then back to a different shade of red.  Finished painting and adding all new hardware to my corner china cabinent.  Repainted all of the new baby's room and Talmadges room, got comforters, pillows, and curtains for it that actually all match.  The boys room has kinda been a collect all room for upstairs and not very boyish, but I finally figured out what route I was going to take, it only took me two years :)  Touched up all my basement paint, fixed a hole in the wall that has been at the bottom of my stairs, reorganized all the closets in the house, and took a huge pile to goodwill, potted my flower containers out front with all new primroses, tulips, and daffodils, the list goes on of other small things........can you just say I must be nesting, I was up at 5am this morning cleaning all my tile downstairs that Scott grouted the night before, I just can't stop I feel like I have so much to do before this baby comes and my big Enrichment night two days before the party.  I think maybe I will be ready for my baby to come the first week of March, after all the stress is gone and I can relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Scott his honey do list just gets bigger and bigger he has put the new window in upstairs, grouted all my basement tile, tiled the counter tops in the basement and my entry.  His list still includes grouting the kitchen counter tops, putting in the base boards in the kitchen, and all other misc. things I give him to do, he is contemplating finishing the basement bathroom which is halfway remodeled......that is a huge project all on it's own.  On top of all this he has to put up with a 9 month pregnant wife who is a major stress case...........along with the kids who for the most part are o.k. it's just the little one that gives us trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure why I always do these things to myself while extremely pregnant, but is does make time go by quicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3868883543600928493?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3868883543600928493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3868883543600928493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3868883543600928493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3868883543600928493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/02/projects.html' title='Projects......'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4126507178868495175</id><published>2009-02-14T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:51:08.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SZdKHNWYScI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6mV-oUJK6ew/s1600-h/Gray+Family+Pictures+476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SZdKHNWYScI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6mV-oUJK6ew/s320/Gray+Family+Pictures+476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302788573955115458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was not that long ago that I fell in love with the man of my dreams.  7 years later and almost 4 children later, I still love him, even more now.  I couldn't have asked for a better companion to share the rest of my life and all eternities with.  Happy Valentine's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-4126507178868495175?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4126507178868495175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4126507178868495175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4126507178868495175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4126507178868495175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-not-that-long-ago-that-i-fell-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SZdKHNWYScI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6mV-oUJK6ew/s72-c/Gray+Family+Pictures+476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7397011872641611228</id><published>2009-02-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:57:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SZXsqqqCqSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/T_6N461OelY/s1600-h/IMG_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SZXsqqqCqSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/T_6N461OelY/s320/IMG_0778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302404354047912226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy Birthday dear Grandma, Happy birthday to you...............and many more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7397011872641611228?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7397011872641611228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7397011872641611228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7397011872641611228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7397011872641611228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-girl.html' title='The Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SZXsqqqCqSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/T_6N461OelY/s72-c/IMG_0778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7146355532935745299</id><published>2009-02-11T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:56:53.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At it again.....</title><content type='html'>I will spare you all the picture but my boys are at it again.  I got a call from Scott yesterday morning, he was up in the hills about 45 min. away and they got a few inches of snow and ice, and he managed to slide off the side of the road and get his work van stuck.  Marsh my brother was with him so he stayed with the car and waited for AAA to come.  Scott proceeded to walk to the job site about 1/2 mile away.  After working a little bit, he had a slight accident.  He managed to hurt himself with a hammer, I get a call that he is headed to the ER, and to find out where the hospital is out in the little city he was at and come get him, he said he hurt his head with a hammer, and abruptly was off the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally panic sets in and I start making phone calls to figure out where to go and what to do with the kids.  To make a long story short, he had called 911 to come get him, keep in mind this was a new home out in the middle of no where, he was stranded, didn't have the address to the home and needed the nearest cross street, no mirror anywhere, no towels anywhere, blood everywhere,and he was alone.  He had no idea the extent of the wound so he proceeded to walk to the end of the long driveway while on the phone with 911, he flagged down a stranger to ask how bad his cut was "pretty bad" was the response and he offered to drive him to the ER, so the 911 call was canceled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the hospital and 16 stitches later he was able to come home, Marsh had just got the van unstuck so he was able to pick him up and bring him home.  The picture are sick......lets just say had it been any lower he would have taken his right eyeball right out and crushed his eye socket, and anymore to the right he would have busted up his nose, he was very lucky.  So needles to say he cut his eyebrow right in half, it's a good one.  I can't tell you how many of these phone calls I receive and he is just so calm through all of this, by the time I'm done with all my boys I should be pretty used to this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I'm 34 weeks along, everything looks good and I'm hoping for another early baby.  I have already gained 32# I hate this whole weight gain thing and I can't seem to keep myself away from all the sweets this time around, it's not working in my favor that's for sure.  I have no more chin and my ankles are extremely swollen, thank goodness for winter babies......no sandals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7146355532935745299?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7146355532935745299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7146355532935745299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7146355532935745299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7146355532935745299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-it-again.html' title='At it again.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5572623399022860815</id><published>2009-02-07T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:28:47.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This boy is TROUBLE........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQilwkyJmuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/SrktZqGloJs/s1600-h/IMG_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQilwkyJmuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/SrktZqGloJs/s400/IMG_4190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262638418508749538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some random up close shots I took of the kids, I thought I would share, along with a fun little story of my mastermind child.  Talmadge is well just say a pain in the A*#!!!!!!!  For about the last month he has been putting things up his nose.  Well on Thursday afternoon he managed to do it again, so just like before he gets in trouble.......then proceed with the steps to try and retrieve the object, this is never a pretty sight.  First we try blowing it out........doesn't work, sneezing it out.....doesn't work, showering to get his nose really snotty and runny so it would loosen up, doesn't come out.  When dad gets home it's tweezer time, he loves this one.  I restrain him while Scott uses long skinny tweezers.....after some serious screaming, yelling, crying, and blood.........still doesn't come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQilvyr_qwI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EmowcxYG5q8/s1600-h/IMG_4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQilvyr_qwI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EmowcxYG5q8/s400/IMG_4183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262638405061159682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has had it by the end of the day so I let him sleep on it to see what happens, keep in mind all the while he is shoving his finger up his nose and it just get further and further with him saying "out nose mom".   If he would just listen I just don't get it.  Friday called the doctor has an appt. at 11, Scott takes him, I had to take Lucy to school even if I didn't I'm not so sure I wanted to go to the appt. knowing what was to transpire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQiluf3xtcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_HpTWB2tw0s/s1600-h/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQiluf3xtcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_HpTWB2tw0s/s400/IMG_4197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262638382830433730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Midway through I get a call from my sister who happened to be at the doctors with her son Drake who was getting a cast on his broken foot, she was in the room next to them.  She said it was horrible, they wrapped him in a blanket, and our Doctor came in looking like an alien with her light on her head and other contraptions in hand to get the object out.  My sister had to leave the room, and go to the waiting room she couldn't listen to him crying, I could hear him through the phone, while she was telling me all this, it was horrible.  I get a call from Scott a while later, still no luck..........After my doctor was done, she told Scott "he looks like a prize fighter", his face was covered in blood, and he was coughing it up from swallowing it and it was splattered all over his cloths and running out his nostril........... We then have a doctor appt.  at 4 pm, with the specialist, go figure a small bead is going to cost us a crapload of money, and no I did not attend that appt. either, after some numbing jell, and a vaccuum suction we have our object, a bead from a broken braclet of the girls, this by no means was small, it actually consisted of 3 stuck together, and was very far up there.  It took 3 people to restrain him, and the doctor they were surprised at how strong he was, I'm thinking well when was the last time you wrestled with at 2 year old........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQikrxgoNvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/1i7f844qXoA/s1600-h/IMG_4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQikrxgoNvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/1i7f844qXoA/s400/IMG_4220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262637236513945330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think he learned his lesson after this whole ordeal and terrible day NO..........later that night 2 more objects were up his nose, luckily I caught them soon enough before they were lodged...........and I vacuum a million times a day, I dont' know where he finds these things, he makes me insane, but he is so stinking cute, I love it.  It must be a boy thing the girls never would have done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQikrpvfgJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/u_biClrw6Qw/s1600-h/IMG_4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQikrpvfgJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/u_biClrw6Qw/s400/IMG_4205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262637234428805266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is his "say cheese face", lovely with the beef jerky all over his teeth isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQikqwMQ8gI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4Ekn0SdtEeg/s1600-h/IMG_4203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQikqwMQ8gI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4Ekn0SdtEeg/s400/IMG_4203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262637218980229634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have lots of fun stories about him similar to this, I'm sure they will just continue through the years.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5572623399022860815?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5572623399022860815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5572623399022860815&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5572623399022860815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5572623399022860815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-boy-is-trouble.html' title='This boy is TROUBLE........'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQilwkyJmuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/SrktZqGloJs/s72-c/IMG_4190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2910732034201065749</id><published>2009-01-29T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:00:30.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The snow............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqM1ipdYBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pU7-mzPe1ts/s1600-h/IMG_4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqM1ipdYBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pU7-mzPe1ts/s320/IMG_4675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188364506980370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqM0EEcr6I/AAAAAAAAAu4/CKRUNO9DQBw/s1600-h/IMG_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqM0EEcr6I/AAAAAAAAAu4/CKRUNO9DQBw/s320/IMG_4672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188339118813090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqMz7t7ECI/AAAAAAAAAuw/GqV1jmhO1wk/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqMz7t7ECI/AAAAAAAAAuw/GqV1jmhO1wk/s320/IMG_4666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188336876851234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL8RRSENI/AAAAAAAAAuo/szGBOBMkcXk/s1600-h/IMG_4659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL8RRSENI/AAAAAAAAAuo/szGBOBMkcXk/s320/IMG_4659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187380589629650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL7hD2HeI/AAAAAAAAAug/yzxBpxg_uRA/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL7hD2HeI/AAAAAAAAAug/yzxBpxg_uRA/s320/IMG_4666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187367648370146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know a little late on the snow pictures, but I was just downloading and forgot I had taken these.  We were out at my mom's where they&lt;br /&gt;had a lot more snow than we got, this happen to be the first day of the snow storm so we were not quite prepared, non the less these girls had a good time, nothing like a black plastic trash bag for a make shift sled, we later purchased the real deal.  Zoie couldn't get enough of sledding, Lucy just wanted to make a snowman, she is definately my creative child, and Zoie is the no fear girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL7aGJtuI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5L8gWSq7fes/s1600-h/IMG_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL7aGJtuI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5L8gWSq7fes/s320/IMG_4655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187365778994914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL63BBAyI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ASCLKUauH_Q/s1600-h/IMG_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL63BBAyI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ASCLKUauH_Q/s320/IMG_4650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187356362212130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It needed a scarf, she used all her resources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL6ko4AkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/A3II7XEj8ZU/s1600-h/IMG_4678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqL6ko4AkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/A3II7XEj8ZU/s320/IMG_4678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187351429120578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talmadge did not want to come out and enjoy the fun, he hates the cold.  I'm sure that will change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2910732034201065749?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2910732034201065749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2910732034201065749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2910732034201065749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2910732034201065749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html' title='The snow............'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUqM1ipdYBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pU7-mzPe1ts/s72-c/IMG_4675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5700032896621353812</id><published>2009-01-27T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:11:49.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQijqOEQ0AI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YqR6UKApdQw/s1600-h/IMG_4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQijqOEQ0AI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YqR6UKApdQw/s400/IMG_4144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262636110308233218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gee can you tell that these two are sisters, I love days like today where they get along and there is no scrapping taking place.   Those days are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; numbered lately.  It makes for a nice and enjoyable day and I can tell what kind of day it will be from the moment they wake up, until the brother is thrown into the mix then your just not quite sure what will happen.  Generally he gets ganged up on but he deserves what he gets most of the time.  The joys of motherhood............some good some really crappy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5700032896621353812?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5700032896621353812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5700032896621353812&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5700032896621353812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5700032896621353812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQijqOEQ0AI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YqR6UKApdQw/s72-c/IMG_4144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1959928785438644860</id><published>2008-12-16T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:18:33.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhtbdQU6mI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RpLscwO0Sqo/s1600-h/IMG_4587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhtbdQU6mI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RpLscwO0Sqo/s320/IMG_4587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590881568909922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhtafsuvAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/TdnRMGITB9o/s1600-h/IMG_4584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhtafsuvAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/TdnRMGITB9o/s320/IMG_4584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590865045044226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last few months have been a blur, we have had a lot going on, Talmadge had his 2nd Birthday along with his Grandma on Thanksgiving day,  Zoie also turned 4 On Dec. 4.  We had Thanksgiving at my home which consisted of 15 adults and 14 kids from 8 years old and younger, it was chaos but a ton of fun.  We celebrated Grandma, and Talmadges birthday later in the evening and he was super excited about opening gifts, he loved all his gifts, his favorites were the big truck that made noise and the train set from Grandma Lashmett.  He loves action hero guys so he got them on top of his cake, fighting with the candels he kept saying "Cool guys".  (By the way his eyes are really crossed in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoie wanted her party at the Pietros Pizza in town which she calls the "pirate place", there was lots of games, miniature golf, and prizes at the end, she was so excited and counting down the days for her birthday.  She wanted a cupcake tower, with purple frosting, and insisted on helping  frost all the cupcakes.  She also recieved plenty of gifts, and loved, loved, loved her new jewlery box.  Thanks for all the gifts they recieved and the good times we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhtaKiyhjI/AAAAAAAAAtw/s-QD1rXKRqA/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhtaKiyhjI/AAAAAAAAAtw/s-QD1rXKRqA/s320/IMG_4567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590859366204978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsvMBJhUI/AAAAAAAAAto/9EPLnpVqRrY/s1600-h/IMG_4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsvMBJhUI/AAAAAAAAAto/9EPLnpVqRrY/s320/IMG_4565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590121027601730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsuzKLJLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hn2K1ueY6rw/s1600-h/IMG_4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsuzKLJLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hn2K1ueY6rw/s320/IMG_4558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590114354570418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsuTfDjBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WK4MWEs5m1Y/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsuTfDjBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WK4MWEs5m1Y/s320/IMG_4520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590105852218386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsuC85Q8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/d_1lQSecGcg/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhsuC85Q8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/d_1lQSecGcg/s320/IMG_4514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590101413970882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhstiCjzEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xaID9SrUeeY/s1600-h/IMG_4504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhstiCjzEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xaID9SrUeeY/s320/IMG_4504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280590092579359810" 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/1958464043936114166-1959928785438644860?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1959928785438644860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1959928785438644860&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1959928785438644860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1959928785438644860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-few-months-have-been-blur-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SUhtbdQU6mI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RpLscwO0Sqo/s72-c/IMG_4587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-928553858875081520</id><published>2008-11-10T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:26:02.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQimi0Gc6zI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JovoGncFE9Y/s1600-h/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQimi0Gc6zI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JovoGncFE9Y/s400/IMG_4166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262639281613892402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although this day took place a while back I am just now getting to the post.  But it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a day to remember.  As I was finishing up cleaning lunch with the kids all at the table, I had my back turned in the kitchen.  All of the sudden I hear a terrible crash with a shatter of glass and the girls screaming.  To my horror I turned around and the window behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Talmadge&lt;/span&gt; was shattered and no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Talmadge&lt;/span&gt;.  To paint a picture the window is 5 x 8 feet and sits roughly 20ft. off the ground with cement steps below it.  You can only imagine the thoughts running through my head when I didn't see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Talmadge&lt;/span&gt; or hear him.  I was expecting him through the window in a mangled mess on the concrete, and dead.  Well to my surprise he only made it through the first pane of the window and was on the floor covered in glass.  There was blood everywhere and I didn't even know where to begin looking for the major wounds.  As I inspected him luckily the worst of it all was his finger he just about took it right off, along with tons of little scraps and cuts all over his body, so off to the ER we went.  Luckily Scott was able to come with me, I don't know how I would have drove there while holding his finger in place and not having it bleeding everywhere.  Thank goodness it was only 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt;.  After telling the doctor and both the nurse what had happened they were shocked he did not have any major damage done with shattereing a huge window right on top of himself, they expressed how lucky he was,and they have seen terrible accidents with people and children going through windows and he was very fortunate...........note to self move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Talmadges&lt;/span&gt; chair away from the window...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQimiPE0sQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Xna4dhI0hpM/s1600-h/IMG_4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQimiPE0sQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Xna4dhI0hpM/s400/IMG_4169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262639271674949890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at the ER my sister in law watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zoie&lt;/span&gt;, when I returned to pick her up this is what her face looked like, she was a scabbed up bloody mess herself.  She was on the swing set and flipped off backwards hit the ground on her face and proceeded to drag it on the ground.  It's a good thing kids don't remember events like this when they get older, but as a mother you never forget excited events like this.  Both are happy and all has healed up...................until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-928553858875081520?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/928553858875081520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=928553858875081520&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/928553858875081520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/928553858875081520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/11/terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day.html' title='Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.........'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQimi0Gc6zI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JovoGncFE9Y/s72-c/IMG_4166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-9105635031720246670</id><published>2008-11-05T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:59:51.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election is over</title><content type='html'>It is a sad day for those of us Americans who believe in the Red, White, and Blue and TRUE capitalism......heaven help us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-9105635031720246670?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/9105635031720246670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=9105635031720246670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/9105635031720246670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/9105635031720246670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-is-over.html' title='Election is over'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5890867322485638132</id><published>2008-11-04T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:00:18.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO VOTE..........&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MC CAIN/PALIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5890867322485638132?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5890867322485638132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5890867322485638132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5890867322485638132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5890867322485638132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight.html' title='TONIGHT'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7775591887528161394</id><published>2008-10-29T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:26:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a big girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQinumr7D7I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Ji5ihHkp2OA/s1600-h/IMG_4225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQinumr7D7I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Ji5ihHkp2OA/s400/IMG_4225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262640583683018674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQinuIYsRGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/RExRO0CvwhA/s1600-h/IMG_4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQinuIYsRGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/RExRO0CvwhA/s400/IMG_4223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262640575549293666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQintqCh8hI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KaSl1oteQvA/s1600-h/IMG_4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQintqCh8hI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KaSl1oteQvA/s400/IMG_4222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262640567403278866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQintUNNiiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9EH3EVJE1cs/s1600-h/IMG_4145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQintUNNiiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9EH3EVJE1cs/s400/IMG_4145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262640561542498850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe as I continue to send by little girl off to Kindergarten everyday that she is just not so little anymore.  She loves school and is ready every morning very early even though she doesn't go until 12:30.  She is learning so much and wants to constantly be working on her homework, alphabet, and numbers.  She is so close to reading.  I'm so very proud of her.  She has so many friends, I walked her to school one day and at the door she met up with a little boy in her class he grabbed her hand and they walked all the way down the hall to class together, hand in hand.  I later asked her "Is that your boyfriend", her response, "Huh no mom, he is just my friend that happens to be a boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I let her dress herself, but if I need to help out it is a total nightmare, she actually has a really cute sense of style and comes up with very creative outfits, I'm not so sure where she gets that from.  Her teachers call her a Diva with all her different things she wears, hopefully it stays cute and appropriate through the teenage years.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so excited and ready to have another brother, although she expressed "A girl would be better because a girl is better to dress up.  I can put head bands on, paint her fingernails and toenails, get her ear rings, and lots of other cute things, boys are kinda boring."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7775591887528161394?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7775591887528161394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7775591887528161394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7775591887528161394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7775591887528161394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/10/such-big-girl.html' title='Such a big girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SQinumr7D7I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Ji5ihHkp2OA/s72-c/IMG_4225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8659486310014279420</id><published>2008-09-08T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:32:44.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I suppose it's time</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long and eventful summer, that's mostly why I didn't post, too much going on and not enough time.  All you moms out there who continue to post and have your children give yourselves a pat on the back, I'm definatley not one of them.  Being on the computer drives me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent lots and lots of time at the lake on our boat, lot's and lot's of time working in our backyard, yeah it's finally done.  Ton's of time with church callings, and church duties, service projects to wedding plannings.  My 30th Birthday party, I'm definatley starting to feel old.  To top the summer of we were able to go to Vegas for Scott's little brothers wedding.  It was a really good time and extremely hot.  We were able to see family and the girls were able to reconnect with their cousins they don't see very often.  We visited the strip, swam, went to a majic show, ate lots of yummy food, danced, had a WWF fight with all the girls cousins, did I mention my girls are tough and won both fights........we had alot of fun, if I get around to it I will post pictures.  Lucy starts her first day of Kindergarten tomorrow, she is growing up so fast, I can't believe she is already off to school and she couldn't be more excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least we just decided that a party of five in our family wasn't enough, yes that's right we will be having baby #4 at the end of March.  We are really excited as are the kids.  I feel really good thanks to a pill I got from the doctor, if I don't have it I'm sick, sick, sick.   I am not looking forward to when I start showing and I have to go out and about.  I already get looks from people like "do you believe in birth control", it will be interesting to see the heads turning as I walk down the supermarket isle.  You mothers with lot's of small children know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8659486310014279420?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8659486310014279420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8659486310014279420&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8659486310014279420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8659486310014279420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-suppose-its-time.html' title='Well I suppose it&apos;s time'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8419345635143699323</id><published>2008-06-30T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:07:53.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Coference</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful opportunity Scott and I had this last weekend to attend the Stake Youth Conference, we had signed up months ago to be a parent couple to a group of children that were assigned to us, thanks to my mom she watched the kids so we could be a part of this great experience.  This youth conference was the Pioneer Trek, we were assigned 8 children whom we did not know to be their parents for 3 days, we traveled by foot for about 8-10 miles pulling a handcart full of everything we needed for those 3 days.  We had different tasks including me being pregnant, delivering a child on the trek, and a day later the baby died, one of our children broke a leg, and we had to help carry them along the path.  The first night we arrived at camp 3 of our boys were taken to join the Mormon Battalion, and left our family, then the next day Scott (the Dad), and one of our son's died as well along the trek, so we were left short handed to pull the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole experience with our "children", and the handcarts has given me such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; for what the pioneers did to bring the true gospel of Jesus Christ to Zion and the hardships they faced they could have only done it with Heavenly Father there with them along the way.  It was a remarkable experience and the children we had we amazing, strong, dedicated, positive, and were great leaders, I learned so much from each of them.  I could not have imagined the difficulty the pioneers experienced we had a glimpse of that just in a few days, and we had much better conditions to travel in, and our carts were in better condition with metal wheels, not wood.  When we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; members die along the way it really hit home that you would have had to leave them behind and continue on, how difficult that would have been, as a mother and a wife.  Their faith was remarkable, Scott and I would do it again in a heart beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back to life and leaving again tomorrow to go camping for the 4th of July, I can't believe it's already July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8419345635143699323?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8419345635143699323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8419345635143699323&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8419345635143699323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8419345635143699323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/06/youth-coference.html' title='Youth Coference'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4300419645196095501</id><published>2008-06-15T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:18:03.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>To my wonderful husband.  Words can not express the love and gratitude that I have for this wonderful man in my life.  The most important and best decission I ever made was to marry him for all eternity.  I love him so much, we were going to do something fun today, but we woke up to our pipes in the whole house being clogged.........so we had to call and emergency 911 plumber, hopefully it will be an easy and inexpensive fix.  We may have to postpone our Father's Day of fishing until next weekend.  Love you Scott.  And to my wonderful Dad even though he does not read my blog, I love him and am so lucky to be close to him.  He is one of Scott's best friends and I appreciate the relationship they have and the relationship he has as a Grandpa with my children they adore him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-4300419645196095501?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4300419645196095501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4300419645196095501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4300419645196095501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4300419645196095501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7283880229916157700</id><published>2008-06-09T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:06:53.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You would think it would get easier......</title><content type='html'>The more times your children go under general anesthesia but it's not. This will be the 3rd time one of my children gets to experience this. It's really not that big of a deal, but I just feel bad there is nothing I can do to help, watching them wheel them away on the bed screaming, and then bringing them back asleep and waiting for them to wake up, which is never a pleasant thing if you have never experienced that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be glad when this is over, tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Talmadge&lt;/span&gt; gets ear tubes put in, lucky genes, right.....&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately unlike Lucy he has had an infection that has been with him for a month, no antibiotic has cured it, not only that but the puss and fluid have not drained. So they will make an incision to let it drain before they put in the tubes the bad part is it's very painful, so the doctors tell me. Luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Talmadge&lt;/span&gt; is a tough little boy, most of the time during his ear infections (9 since November) he never really cried, or woke up a lot at night, the only indication I ever has was a fever and loss of appetite. So hopefully he will not be to miserable when it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.......yea to modern technology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7283880229916157700?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7283880229916157700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7283880229916157700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7283880229916157700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7283880229916157700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-would-think-it-would-get-easier.html' title='You would think it would get easier......'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2866293548588319698</id><published>2008-06-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:18:29.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots Going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9o7STYkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mp0wZh2DWF4/s1600-h/5-08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932630000591426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9o7STYkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mp0wZh2DWF4/s400/5-08+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been having a very busy month of May, and I can't wait for June hopefully things will slow down a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9r7STYlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JlGqfB8nno0/s1600-h/5-08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932681540198994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9r7STYlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JlGqfB8nno0/s400/5-08+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls had there dance program last weekend it was so much fun to see them in their costumes and watch them perform on the big stage.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoie&lt;/span&gt; was so cute, and was nervous in all her practices, but when it came to the real thing she got out there and had a smile on her face the whole time.  Before she went up I said "Be sure to smile to everyone", did she ever it was great.  She is so graceful and is a good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9sbSTYmI/AAAAAAAAAec/sOwD5yID2uA/s1600-h/5-08+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932690130133602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9sbSTYmI/AAAAAAAAAec/sOwD5yID2uA/s400/5-08+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are not in order at all sorry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoie's&lt;/span&gt; dance was the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July parade, and Lucy's was the candy store.  Her prop was a lolly pop that she made for the big day.  I always knew Lucy was a great dancer and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rhythm but I had no idea she was by far the best in her class.  That is no exaggeration.  She was a que the whole time, knew what came next to the music and was so percise in all her moves.  It was a lot of fun to watch all of them.  Grandma and Grandpa Lashmett came for the dance and they were here a week, it was nice to have them here and spend time with the kids.  Thanks for coming the kids really enjoyed that, also Grandma and Grandpa Gray were there to see the girls in all their glory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9tbSTYnI/AAAAAAAAAek/NmX-co-LrWE/s1600-h/5-08+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932707310002802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9tbSTYnI/AAAAAAAAAek/NmX-co-LrWE/s400/5-08+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9t7STYoI/AAAAAAAAAes/0EvvPcgBf5M/s1600-h/5-08+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932715899937410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9t7STYoI/AAAAAAAAAes/0EvvPcgBf5M/s400/5-08+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8OLSTYfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/45qrqA7SxT8/s1600-h/5-08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931070927462898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8OLSTYfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/45qrqA7SxT8/s400/5-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I can't forget this little guy, Scott stayed home with the sick kids a few Sunday's ago I came home to a mo-hawk spiked and all it was so funny.  It has remained the same, it's just so fitting for his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8QLSTYgI/AAAAAAAAAds/jhUDmV41VT0/s1600-h/5-08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931105287201282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8QLSTYgI/AAAAAAAAAds/jhUDmV41VT0/s400/5-08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8QrSTYhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/swxMvANW6uA/s1600-h/5-08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931113877135890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8QrSTYhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/swxMvANW6uA/s400/5-08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8RbSTYiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/74mfw5R6AC4/s1600-h/5-08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931126762037794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8RbSTYiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/74mfw5R6AC4/s400/5-08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet Lucy is getting so big, she graduated from Preschool on Friday, and starts Kindergarten next year I'm so proud of her.  She loves school and is sad to not go , I hope she continues with that additude throughout the next 15 years of her life, good luck, right........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8SLSTYjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uLiSpG3bii8/s1600-h/5-08+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931139646939698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK8SLSTYjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uLiSpG3bii8/s400/5-08+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well summer is here and I just fininshed my last enrichment night for my calling and the next one is July 8 one day after my 30th Birthday, yes I'm feeling old.  We will be just as busy this summer our theme is Summer of Service and we have a ton of projects going on I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of doing all these things we finished most of the bathroom remodel I will post pictures, and got our garden planted, I love to garden and work outside, that seems to be all that we do this time of year and the kids enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2866293548588319698?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2866293548588319698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2866293548588319698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2866293548588319698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2866293548588319698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/06/lots-going-on.html' title='Lots Going on'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SEK9o7STYkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mp0wZh2DWF4/s72-c/5-08+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5704907965694664177</id><published>2008-05-11T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:06:05.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all of you wonderful moms out there.  I'm especially greatful for the mom's in my life and the grandma's in my life that have paved the path for myself, and that I can instill those same things in my girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm greatful for my Grandma Eastwood, her charity and service is amazing and has been through out her life, she is the most generous person and selfless person I know she has around 27 grandchildren, and around 38 great grandchildren, she never misses a birthday song.  She had 9 children of her own and has been married 60 years, she is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Gray who lived a hard life, a single mom for alot of her life and finally met my Grandpa and have been married 50 years, they are wonderful and have alot of trials and hardships over the years and have stayed true to the gospel and to one another.  I'm greatful she taught my Dad the importance of husbands and the priesthood in a home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Lashmett what a sweet spirit she has and a huge heart, she is a remarkable women always thinking of others and not herself, she raised a wonderful daughter and as a result has wonderful grandchildren.  I'm greatful for her strenght and testimony in the gospel.  She has faced trials as well and I'm sure is excited for the time she is reunited with her love.  Until then we are glad she is around to share with us stories, and always keeps us on our toes with her sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, I'm greatful for her, I know she doesn't hear that much from me and sometimes having a daughter-in-law may be a little harder than a mother-daughter relationship.  None the less I'm glad to have her in my life, and greatful she loves me and my children.  I wish we lived closer so she could be around us more and share special moments that we have in our lives.  She is a great entertainer, loves to be around people, enjoys working and working hard.  She is a great listener and always has advice for me when I have questions or concerns.  She loves to take charge and always helps out so much when she comes to visit us.  She did and fantastic job raising her son to seek out what is important to him, follow his dreams, respect women, and to cherish his family, and most importantly puts me in front of all else.  That he learned from his mother, and father.  They have been married I think 35 years, what a great example to us.  She has 3 children and 2 step children all of which are great individuals with wonderful families as well.  8 Grandchildren and one on the way anyday.  We love her very much and pay tribute to her on this day of Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother certainly last but not least has been a constant role model figure in my life for the last 30 years.  When I grew up I always wanted to me a mom "just like my mom".  She has taught me so many things, and continues to help me on my pathway of motherhood.  I have learned by watching her example to love my husband, and allow him to be the Priesthood leader in our home.  She has taught me to be selfless with my children and husband and to put there needs ahead of mine.  Along my journey she has put up with my type "A" personality and has shown me that, those traits are great qualities and not all bad :-)  She teaches me continually to find the good in others, and to be patient.  She is very talented, knowledgable, smart, creative, charitable, and has a testimony of Christ that she shares with others around her.  She has 14 Grandchildren and hopes for more, she treats them all as if they were her only ones and makes them each feel so special and individual.  Mom and Dad have been married 35 years and have shown me patience and long suffering, through all the trials and tribulations of finances, wayward children, jobs, health issues, family issues, ect.   What a wonderful example she is to me and how lucky I am to live close to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you mothers out there, I know it is not easy but it is well worth it.  Happy Mothers Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5704907965694664177?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5704907965694664177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5704907965694664177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5704907965694664177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5704907965694664177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3467427852949720770</id><published>2008-05-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:39:06.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grasshopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPx_duo2zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pwtJnOErkv8/s1600-h/Halloween+(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130710473119423282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPx_duo2zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pwtJnOErkv8/s320/Halloween+(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With all this beautiful weather we have been having we were outside working, and by the door was this grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPyA9uo20I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JtQrHHTpcf8/s1600-h/Halloween+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130710498889227074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPyA9uo20I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JtQrHHTpcf8/s320/Halloween+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoie was scared to death of it, after a while she warmed up enough to look at the camera with this "i guess it's o.k." kindof a face, she is so funny. Loves all bugs but if they move and jump quick she freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talmadge on the other hand the typical boy smears bugs into the ground or pavement, smashes them with his feet, bangs them with his toy hammer, rips legs, and wings off, and smushes them in between his fingers, this all happens after he has man handeled it for so long, it' begging for mercy............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPyCtuo21I/AAAAAAAAAO4/n_hsVmAeaa8/s1600-h/Halloween+(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130710528953998162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPyCtuo21I/AAAAAAAAAO4/n_hsVmAeaa8/s320/Halloween+(23).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPyENuo22I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ohHl4lCwtS8/s1600-h/Halloween+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130710554723801954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPyENuo22I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ohHl4lCwtS8/s320/Halloween+(25).jpg" 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/1958464043936114166-3467427852949720770?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3467427852949720770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3467427852949720770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3467427852949720770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3467427852949720770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/05/grasshopper.html' title='Grasshopper'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPx_duo2zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pwtJnOErkv8/s72-c/Halloween+(29).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8979195019348787909</id><published>2008-04-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:34:52.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would say boys are trouble, but........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBirgXPguLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Up9dhxgE2WA/s1600-h/disc+3+62205+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195090742655105202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBirgXPguLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Up9dhxgE2WA/s400/disc+3+62205+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like not that long ago I was dealing with Lucy doing all sorts of fun things like this.  I have a journal of just things my sweet Lucy did.  She was TROUBLE, she now is wonderful, but I could not leave her alone for one second and things were in serious condition.  I know most of you probably think that of your child at one point in time but now that I'm to #3 I am seeing Lucy was really a handful, and her brother is not too far from being the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBiazHPguII/AAAAAAAAAdE/gnYSFuOAZMk/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195072373079980162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBiazHPguII/AAAAAAAAAdE/gnYSFuOAZMk/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBiaz3PguJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/n0ZWqpg17WI/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195072385964882066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBiaz3PguJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/n0ZWqpg17WI/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How could I be mad at a face like that when I got out of bed this morning.  Scott had gotten up and took Talmadge out of bed, changed his diaper and got him ready for the day, while I was sound asleep still.  When I woke up it was really queit and I heard a little talking out front, so I got up and to my amazement my whole cupboard was on the floor emptied with Talmadge in the middle of it all.  Apparantly Dad didn't know he was hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBia0XPguKI/AAAAAAAAAdU/T1hGNFMXH3g/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195072394554816674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBia0XPguKI/AAAAAAAAAdU/T1hGNFMXH3g/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picuture does not do it justice but, 3 different types of cereals all poured out on the floor, instant oatmeal packages opened 8 to be exact.  3 hot chocolate bags opened.  Saran wrap unwound, all of my ziploc baggies scattered along with the brown lunch sacks for Lucy, and the start of aluminum foil being torn and thrown all over.  I really am a good mom, it just seems when I try and take a moment to sleep, relax, work on the computer, clean, do laundry, cook, I turn around and another room is destroyed........but I really love my children.  They keep me on my toes, and to think we still want more, sometime I wonder about my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8979195019348787909?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8979195019348787909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8979195019348787909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8979195019348787909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8979195019348787909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-would-say-boys-are-trouble-but.html' title='I would say boys are trouble, but........'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBirgXPguLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Up9dhxgE2WA/s72-c/disc+3+62205+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1507695546093670720</id><published>2008-04-29T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:08:39.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBc39XPguCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/t3-VNDS6uqI/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194682222545778722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBc39XPguCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/t3-VNDS6uqI/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBc393PguDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/v3J0UVQ-7nk/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194682231135713330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBc393PguDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/v3J0UVQ-7nk/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBc3-XPguEI/AAAAAAAAAck/Rzd1brQ7aMk/s1600-h/Lucy%27s+%235+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194682239725647938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBc3-XPguEI/AAAAAAAAAck/Rzd1brQ7aMk/s400/Lucy%27s+%235+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a while since my last post but we have been really busy.  So much has been going on and we just can't seem to help ourselves by starting new projects.  Scott and I both like to rip things apart and put them back together but,...........we are both terrible at finishing projects before we move on to the next so as you see here this is our new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our basement bathroom is gutted just down to the bath tub, we are putting in heated floor system, new countertops, new flooring, lighting, sheetrock, ect........our goal is to have this done before my in-laws come which is May 21 or somewhere around there.  Keep in mind we have already started ripping apart the only other bathroom upstairs, it has no flooring in the part we have to shower in, and a sink is gone, but hey it has 2 toilets still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime we have many other projects that we want to finish before then also, including grouting my kitchen countertops(which have been tiled now for almost 2 years), tiling my backsplash behind my stovetop (which has been partly my fault because I haven't found a cool design I would like to do, now I'm ready) tile my outside entry way (we have had the tile in the garage for almost 2 years).  As you can see the list goes on we still have a ton of projects that are on going, I think that is just normal for homeowners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinks Scott and I both look forward to the day we can build our own house and have everything done just the way we want it, although we both like to do projects and change things often so, that wouldn't last very long either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all my poor husband is so busy and the last thing he wants to do is come home and work on his own home doing what he does all day, I must not be too bad of a nag, but it seems when family comes he gets a little spark under his butt and things get done.  Hint hint, grandma and grandpa, mandi, jeff, chad, family come see us more often.  :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-1507695546093670720?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1507695546093670720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1507695546093670720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1507695546093670720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1507695546093670720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins.......'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/SBc39XPguCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/t3-VNDS6uqI/s72-c/Lucy%27s+%235+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-33562988208893643</id><published>2008-04-10T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:53:01.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3k3qXydI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ittwYe5WTb4/s1600-h/2--2008+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177652565660649938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3k3qXydI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ittwYe5WTb4/s400/2--2008+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few photo's of the girls. I guess I watch a little to much of the annoying Tyra Banks show. But the girls love to pose for the camera. Zoie has just started to really like taking the pictures and looking "so beautiful" as she tells me all the time. "My I'm so beautiful aren't I".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and then there is Lucy who is a Diva in her own little way, can you just say DRAMA. The pictures of her turned out a little dark, but I'm sure there will be many shots left to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3lXqXyeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oY41yJYOo-8/s1600-h/2--2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177652574250584546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3lXqXyeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oY41yJYOo-8/s400/2--2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3mXqXyfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DiB-4DgZwPU/s1600-h/2--2008+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177652591430453746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3mXqXyfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DiB-4DgZwPU/s400/2--2008+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3m3qXygI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EQzudwhjGCI/s1600-h/2--2008+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177652600020388354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3m3qXygI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EQzudwhjGCI/s400/2--2008+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for a lot of people who visit my blog but I do my posts and most of my blogs on my children and give updates to my family who live far away and don't get to see the kids, so this is a way for them to see pictures and hear about updates.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3nnqXyhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7stB4MpGUMY/s1600-h/2--2008+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177652612905290258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3nnqXyhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7stB4MpGUMY/s400/2--2008+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q123qXyZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uLU8pgmZW_M/s1600-h/2--2008+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177650675875039634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q123qXyZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uLU8pgmZW_M/s400/2--2008+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q13nqXyaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/o8HC6KicIrI/s1600-h/2--2008+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177650688759941538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q13nqXyaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/o8HC6KicIrI/s400/2--2008+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q14HqXybI/AAAAAAAAAag/RXX4ikyrTpY/s1600-h/2--2008+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177650697349876146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q14HqXybI/AAAAAAAAAag/RXX4ikyrTpY/s400/2--2008+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strike a pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for the end of the year dance recital that they will be involved in May it will be so much fun and they are both really looking forward to it..........pictures will be posted for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q14nqXycI/AAAAAAAAAao/JinjpdRaoGU/s1600-h/2--2008+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177650705939810754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q14nqXycI/AAAAAAAAAao/JinjpdRaoGU/s400/2--2008+127.jpg" 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/1958464043936114166-33562988208893643?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/33562988208893643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=33562988208893643&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/33562988208893643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/33562988208893643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/americas-next-top-model.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q3k3qXydI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ittwYe5WTb4/s72-c/2--2008+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-6206815926952436158</id><published>2008-04-04T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:10:38.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q0f3qXyYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/660geqADSzk/s1600-h/2--2008+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177649181226420610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q0f3qXyYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/660geqADSzk/s400/2--2008+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a random picture I took the other day before Lucy went to school. She was dressed so cute in some of her new Easter cloths, as was Zoie so I took some cute pictures. Didn't realize till after the fact that Talmadge was still in his sleepers, either way you can't really tell. Mornings around my house are a nightmare, I love the days that we don't have to rush off somewhere. Next year everyday we will have to take Lucy to school, so after this summer the rest of my life begins with School, School, and more School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-6206815926952436158?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/6206815926952436158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=6206815926952436158&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6206815926952436158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6206815926952436158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute-kids.html' title='Cute Kids'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q0f3qXyYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/660geqADSzk/s72-c/2--2008+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4486942223757914671</id><published>2008-03-31T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:29:08.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Yo Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5ynqXynI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A6HPDcgCGF8/s1600-h/2--2008+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177655000907106930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5ynqXynI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A6HPDcgCGF8/s400/2--2008+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this little boy. He is so funny, he will sit and yell in my room at my closet door. When I finally go and let him into it, he comes out wearing lots, and lots of Dad's hats. I got one of his own for him and he wears it all the time, but still loves to hit up the closet for a different look. This is how he spends most of his time with hats that are 5 times the size of his head and running into thigs because they cover his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-4486942223757914671?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4486942223757914671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4486942223757914671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4486942223757914671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4486942223757914671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo-yo-boy.html' title='Yo Yo Boy'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5ynqXynI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A6HPDcgCGF8/s72-c/2--2008+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8309979462713435441</id><published>2008-03-26T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:33:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aflac anyone??????????</title><content type='html'>Beware, graphic picture ahead. So I have been told by numerous people, that us, "the Lashmett Family" would benefit greatly from the Aflac insurance. Between Scott and Zoie, we are at the doctors alot for these sort of things. This is a picture of Scott's finger, in his line of work he comes home with many cuts, and sometimes really big ones that well, require stiches. I don't have a picture of Zoie's head, but she had just one stich put in it yesterday, she was playing outside with Lucy, and Lucy was swinging a sharp, metal tool of Scott's and Zoie walked right into it. Luckily it was in her hair so it won't be that bad of a scar. That was not on my agenda for the day. Funny how the day can change at the snap of your finger. Good Times&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q6R3qXyoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/C-tmLx_GySE/s1600-h/2--2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177655537778018946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q6R3qXyoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/C-tmLx_GySE/s400/2--2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8309979462713435441?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8309979462713435441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8309979462713435441&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8309979462713435441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8309979462713435441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/aflac-anyone.html' title='Aflac anyone??????????'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q6R3qXyoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/C-tmLx_GySE/s72-c/2--2008+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3151282376671948693</id><published>2008-03-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:00:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing about me</title><content type='html'>believe it or not..&lt;br /&gt;.place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not, and send it to your friends (including me). This is for your entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( x) Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) Skipped school - yup and got busted, many of times&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Watched someone die- a little girl who was 6 when we were camping, drowned and I was the last person to talk with her, they tried CPR for 30- minutes before the ambulance arrived.  VERY SCARY, and sad&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Mexico-7 day cruise, it was Awesome&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Florida&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on a plane, and I hate every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone to Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried your-self to sleep, if your a girl, who hasn't&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(X) Recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(X) Paid for a meal with coins only? Isn't that why Taco Bell was invented? I conquer with this one&lt;br /&gt;(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose- Pepsi in the middle of Taco Bell(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(X) Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(X) Written letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about. With my husband of course, but also many sunrises with all 3 of my kids nursing, sick, or other reasons, they were nice quiet moments&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone ice-skating, on a 5th grade field trip, tripped and cut my lip open on my friends ice skate, in front of me.  What are the odds of that, have not been since.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been skinny dipping outdoors, to many times to count, I was once very wild and craxy&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone to the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any nicknames? Mom- Dinky&lt;br /&gt;2.   Mother's name? Suzie&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite drink? Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;4. Tattoo? No - I wanted one for years, I'm glad that phase passed&lt;br /&gt;5. Body Piercing? Yes, alot (9), but they are all out now, thanks to the words of the Prophet&lt;br /&gt;6. How much do you love your job? For the most part I love being a Mom? Some days I would love to go get dressed up, and leave for work, I know I would miss my children right after I got there though&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthplace? Mission Viejo, California&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite vacation spot? Anywhere around a beach&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever been to Africa? No&lt;br /&gt;10 Ever eaten cookies for dinner? Of course&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever been on TV? Nope&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever steal any traffic sign? Yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever been in a car accident? Yes, but I have never been the driver in one&lt;br /&gt;14. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite salad dressing? ranch- Or Zesty Italian&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite TV show?  Law &amp;amp; Order, CSI, or American Idol&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite number? I've never really understood the favorite # thing so no, I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite movie of all time? That's a tough one, I loved Braveheart, and the Notebook&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite dessert? I don't have one, I don't really care for sweets&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite food? Anything Mexican&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite day of the week? Saturday&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite brand of body wash? Whatever, I'm not picky&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite toothpaste? Closys2, Rowpar&lt;br /&gt;25 Favorite smell? Scotts Cologne&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you do to relax? read books, and weird I know but vaccum&lt;br /&gt;27. What would you want to change in your life? To have all my family and Scott's family  live closer to us&lt;br /&gt;28. How do you see yourself in 10 years? Older, wrinkled and still taking care of my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone feel free to do this yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3151282376671948693?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3151282376671948693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3151282376671948693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3151282376671948693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3151282376671948693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/thing-about-me.html' title='Thing about me'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4652950559310954436</id><published>2008-03-14T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:21:59.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my wonderful husband we had&lt;br /&gt;a great time.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5W3qXyiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5p5aXU7rIl8/s1600-h/2--2008+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177654524165736994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5W3qXyiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5p5aXU7rIl8/s400/2--2008+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me with a house on the beach for the weekend.  I love to go to the coast and it was so much fun.  We stayed at a friends beach house that is 1.2 million $, so I felt like royalty as you can imagine.  It was 3 stories and the third floor had a game room with a pool table.  We played tons of pool, and games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5XXqXyjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Biuju9MgxpQ/s1600-h/2--2008+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177654532755671602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5XXqXyjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Biuju9MgxpQ/s400/2--2008+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at lots of yummy restaurants of course and acted like tourists.  The picture above was at Depot Bay, and it was the only day it was storming so we got to see the big waves come up and make it through the blow holes.  We were in Newport and saw the Sea Lions, no fishing boats came in to feed them, so we only saw a few.  We went to the tide pools, which was a ton of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5YHqXykI/AAAAAAAAAbo/K1cPgEsR5CM/s1600-h/2--2008+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177654545640573506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5YHqXykI/AAAAAAAAAbo/K1cPgEsR5CM/s400/2--2008+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fun.  Scott had never done that before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lighthouse and walked around there as well.  We did some shopping&lt;br /&gt;and went to the antique stores, we both love to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5Y3qXylI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aEQzGimcXYQ/s1600-h/2--2008+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177654558525475410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5Y3qXylI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aEQzGimcXYQ/s400/2--2008+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5ZXqXymI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qc1I0FEqi_4/s1600-h/2--2008+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177654567115410018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5ZXqXymI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qc1I0FEqi_4/s400/2--2008+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all it was a great get away with my husband and we decided we defiantly need to do this more often.  The kids were in good hands and hardly missed us at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the best 6 years of my life Scott, and were off to lots more of those years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-4652950559310954436?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4652950559310954436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4652950559310954436&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4652950559310954436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4652950559310954436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R9q5W3qXyiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5p5aXU7rIl8/s72-c/2--2008+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3338930190283734765</id><published>2008-03-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:50:49.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Excited</title><content type='html'>Today Scott has planned for us to go out of town until Sunday.  It's our 6 year mark of being married.  I'm so excited, he has suprised me, I don't know where we are going (he won't tell me), he found places for the kids to go, and told me things to pack.  I'm so very blessed to have a husband that loves me and spoiles me rotten.  I'm going to get my hair cut today and he handed me some $, last night I went tanning and he handed me more $, this morning I said to him "I feel like you are my sugar daddy"  Sometimes it does feel that way, he goes to work and works long hard hours to provide for our family so I'm able to stay home with the kids.  I'm so grateful for him...........I will post about our trip when we get back, until then I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3338930190283734765?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3338930190283734765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3338930190283734765&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3338930190283734765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3338930190283734765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-excited.html' title='So Excited'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8128535941884749169</id><published>2008-03-03T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:02:15.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anneversary........36 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R8yO06DLqaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-JvFaueJ6fg/s1600-h/Fancy+Pic+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173667111528802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R8yO06DLqaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-JvFaueJ6fg/s320/Fancy+Pic+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congrats to mom and dad, on the 4th is there 36 year mark.  Thanks so much for being such a great example to us kids, and showing us the way to be happy.  No matter what has happened between these two with $, children, jobs, families, health, they have remained true and happy.  They are such great examples for Scott and I and enduring to the end.  I hope you are able to have many more of these great years together.  They have said "They are still just beginning".&lt;br /&gt;Love you both very much&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/1958464043936114166-8128535941884749169?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8128535941884749169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8128535941884749169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8128535941884749169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8128535941884749169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-anneversary36-years.html' title='Happy Anneversary........36 years'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R8yO06DLqaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-JvFaueJ6fg/s72-c/Fancy+Pic+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3469015944849833550</id><published>2008-02-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:28:41.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>Well I just checked my blog and I thought I should update since the last depressing post that was left a while ago.  Sometimes my blog is like a journal and I just vent, and that's what the last post was.  Sorry I didn't mean to worry anyone, but things are looking up here at the Lashmett home.  Everyone is doing well and no more pain for Zoie.  Her bumps have almost all left, (she still has a few that will probably be there forever, says the doc.)  All her tests are normal, and she seems to be bouncing right back to herself........  Thanks for all the comments and prayers.  We will be getting on with life back to normal.  Thank goodness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3469015944849833550?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3469015944849833550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3469015944849833550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3469015944849833550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3469015944849833550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5355547830575022897</id><published>2008-02-19T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:28:59.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henoch-Schoenlein Purpura</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap-----My poor children.  Scott and I really should have thought twice about bringing kids into this world together, although I don't think it would have mattered anyways.  This fun new disease/virius has just rocked my poor little Zoie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k. so her ear drum burst last week so she has been on antibiotics, yes again.  Well she woke up Thursday morning crying saying her legs hurt, she layed in the hallway after the shower for about 45 minutes, I sat down with her and took off her towel and holy @#$*, she had red bumps all over her arms and legs.  I called the doctor to ask what then thought.  They were under the impression she was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics that she has only been on about 10 times I swear.  Anyway they ordered us a new one so I needed to go to Costco and pick it up.  Throughout the day she just complained her legs hurt and she was really weak and not eating, I was thinking, I'm not so sure this is an allergic reaction.  Anyway Scott got home and we headed to Costco I took Zoie to my brothers so she didn't have to go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to pick her up as we put her in the car she starting crying really bad saying her leg hurt we lifted up her pants and on her leg it looked like someone hit her as hard as they could with a bat.  IT WAS HUGE, AND DOUBLED IN SIZE.  As you can imagine at that point we decided to call the doctor again and tell them about this.  This is all with out them looking at her spots, well they still said give her benadryl for the  swelling but you should probably take her in to the ER.  Friday night at 5pm you can only imagine it was packed.  Luckily we got in quickly due to it being an allergic reaction so her airway may have been closing.  Once in and after the doctor had seen us it came to a screetching halt it was definaltely not an allergic reaction so the process was now very slow.  They took samples of blood, not fun.  And also she had to pee in a cup.   7 hours later we were home with a print out of this so we could read up on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she has in an inflammatory response within the blood vessels and/or capillaries.  It is seen as puple spots on the skin, joint pain, gastrointestinal pain, and kidney disorders occurring in children ages two to eleven.  The cause is not known but is thought to be an abnormal response by the immune system . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to look for:&lt;br /&gt;Primarily, redness and swelling of the skin caused by congestion of the capillaries&lt;br /&gt;Purple spots usually on the lower extremeties and buttocks byt may involve elbows, trunk, and face&lt;br /&gt;Lack of energy&lt;br /&gt;Low-grade fever, joint pains, nausea/vomiting, abdominal pain, diarrhea, bloody stools, bloody urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no treatment, it just has to run it's course which could be up to 3 months.  I can give her motrin for the pain and that's about it.  It resolves spontaneously with out treatment, but may recur several times before complete remission.  Lots of rest and drinking lots of fluids.  If we find problems in stool or urine then it becomes more serious, and it could get ugly.  So of course as does every mother I think worse case senerio.  So far no blood in stool or urine.  We will have to check for these things for up to 2 years every month to insure no complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complications:&lt;br /&gt;Intestinal hemorrhage&lt;br /&gt;Intestinal obstruciton&lt;br /&gt;Intestinal perforation (hole in the intestine)&lt;br /&gt;Death can occur from gastrointestial complications, renal failure, or central nervous system involvement, but these outcomes are very rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prognosis&lt;br /&gt;This usually lasts from four to six weeks but often recurs&lt;br /&gt;Most children get well but some children can develop end state renal disease(kidney failure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see it could be very scary and so I'm on high alert everyday checking poops, and trying to control the pain in her joints and making sure she doesn't get abdominal pain........I'm just so greatful for my sweet Zoie and wish there was more I could do for her.  I'm sure everything will be o.k.  She has had some blessings, and is under good care.  We have a doctor check up on Thrusday to do more testing.  Crazy the obstacles and trials that are put in our lives, just when I think everyone is finally getting better we get this..........I know there is light at the end of the tunnel and that my Heavely Father is aware of our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you if it's weird, were going to get it.  I have a huge journal of the things my children, and even husband have had in their lives, it's quite interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry such a long post, and I can't figure out spell check so sorry I'm horrible at spelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5355547830575022897?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5355547830575022897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5355547830575022897&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5355547830575022897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5355547830575022897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/02/henoch-schoenlein-purpura.html' title='Henoch-Schoenlein Purpura'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8121054688887069563</id><published>2008-02-13T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:47:31.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R7Oo4vFFWrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tTFY5MhFK2U/s1600-h/disc+2+62205+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166658890188020402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R7Oo4vFFWrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tTFY5MhFK2U/s320/disc+2+62205+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she is in all her glory with cute little babies in both arms.  Although she now has 4 girls, 2 boys, and were not sure what is next on the way with Mandi so she has 7 grandkids in about 5 years, not too bad Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the best mother in-law I could ask for.  I'm truly blessed to be a part of the Lashmett family.  Shirley has demonstrated to me time and time again of her selflessness.  She is always thinking of others and often sends goodies just because, to the kids and myself even :)  She never forgets birthdays, anneversaries, and special occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a workaholic, and sets the standards high for those who are to follow her.  She taught my husband how to work hard, and how to treat women and I'm greatful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a great mother to her children, and an even better grandma to her grandkids.  Wish we could be there to celebrate this day with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8121054688887069563?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8121054688887069563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8121054688887069563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8121054688887069563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8121054688887069563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R7Oo4vFFWrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tTFY5MhFK2U/s72-c/disc+2+62205+267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-6843292741327962915</id><published>2008-02-10T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:36:28.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.....I've been tagged, thanks to Jenny :)</title><content type='html'>The rules of the game are to answer the questions, tag 5 other people, post their name then leave them a message on their blog letting them know that they have been tagged and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 Years Ago?&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's see that was good times then.  I was working in Oregon managing a car wash (that is a story in it's self), playing alot and living the single life to the fullest extent.  I'm pretty sure I was up to no good.  But we definately will not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5Things On My To Do list?-&lt;br /&gt;1-Locate more crockpots for my enrichment activity&lt;br /&gt;2-go to the doctors, once again for more ear infections&lt;br /&gt;3-wash/vacuum my car&lt;br /&gt;4-put together an activity for the kids at Lucy's school on Valentines day&lt;br /&gt;5-stress.....then stress some more about my Enrichment on the 12, then I can breathe and go back to life for a little while longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 Bad Habits?-&lt;br /&gt;1-I know, I know I've heard it all before......Energy Drinks&lt;br /&gt;2-I hate to make my bed......but my husband loves it so I'm trying to make it a good habit&lt;br /&gt;3-I leave my cloths on the floor in the shower room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Places I have Lived?-&lt;br /&gt;Salem, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Provo, Utah&lt;br /&gt;Mission Viejo, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Most People Don't Know About Me?-&lt;br /&gt;-I love to paint and have on going projects to work on around the house&lt;br /&gt;-I competed on the National level of gymnastics for many years&lt;br /&gt;-I am a clean freak about my floors, and kitchen&lt;br /&gt;-I really dislike preparing an meat for meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag......&lt;br /&gt;Mandi Ausman&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Brown&lt;br /&gt;Jen Hiser&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne Hayes&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Cox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-6843292741327962915?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/6843292741327962915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=6843292741327962915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6843292741327962915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6843292741327962915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/02/soive-been-tagged-thanks-to-jenny.html' title='So.....I&apos;ve been tagged, thanks to Jenny :)'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5337237890736988402</id><published>2008-02-06T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:32:59.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of being a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e4vTLQ2cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3R7n_dizcuo/s1600-h/Tonsils+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298620544440770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e4vTLQ2cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3R7n_dizcuo/s320/Tonsils+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right for the hair, and she hardly has anything to grab a hold of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e4xjLQ2dI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qLNfE70-fWY/s1600-h/Tonsils+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298659199146450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e4xjLQ2dI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qLNfE70-fWY/s320/Tonsils+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e41jLQ2eI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SbLIe_Pva4Y/s1600-h/Tonsils+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298727918623202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e41jLQ2eI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SbLIe_Pva4Y/s320/Tonsils+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mauling........Poor defenseless baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e44DLQ2fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/E1-jB09amGU/s1600-h/Tonsils+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298770868296178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e44DLQ2fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/E1-jB09amGU/s320/Tonsils+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this poor little girl. This is Talmadge's cousin Logaan. She comes over occasionally, but this is her first experience with hair pulling, and mauling. Talmadge has figured out how to hurt, hit, tackle, and his best defense yet, pull hair. I have no good pictures of the grips he has had in the past on his sister because normally I am prying him off them. It must be a boy thing, the girls never pulled hair. If he is going down, a head with hair is going with him. He knows it's not very nice, and he has a huge grin on his face when he sees an opportunity to grab a hold and yank with all his might, and of course laughing about it, as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his sister(s) are crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5337237890736988402?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5337237890736988402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5337237890736988402&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5337237890736988402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5337237890736988402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/02/art-of-being-boy.html' title='The art of being a boy'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6e4vTLQ2cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3R7n_dizcuo/s72-c/Tonsils+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2679877955363400742</id><published>2008-02-04T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:09:55.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We did it.  For those of you who have never had a rodent problem, consider yourselves extremely lucky.  There is nothing worse than trying to put your children to sleep at night with rats, (yes, not mice rats) running around squealing and pretty much just grossing you out.  Or waking up in the middle of the night and hearing them, scratching, fighting, mating, or whatever they do right above your head.  Just anticipating them all falling through the ceiling and landing on top of my bed. &lt;br /&gt;We got traps and went to work, it's kinda funny that we would get so excited and check the traps almost hourly during the day, and first thing in the morning, and Scott and I before we went to bed would go check again.  We got 4 and the problem is gone, this was the last one that was murdered so terribly.  We got creative with our traps and set this particular one on the end of the shelve.  Well he jumped up to get the treat a WHAM!!!! It did exactly what we had hoped, what a great picture right, there he is dangling in mid air with his head clamped.  The murder was so proud.  As you can tell we put alot of planning into exterminating our little friends, it sounds really sick and twisted.  So I guess we are when it comes to killing rodents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not be afraid, they are gone.  We may all rest in peace now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6ezPzLQ2aI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pdvDkfRWMAk/s1600-h/Tonsils+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163292581820422562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6ezPzLQ2aI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pdvDkfRWMAk/s320/Tonsils+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6ezRzLQ2bI/AAAAAAAAAZA/D21nURRV8pI/s1600-h/Tonsils+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163292616180160946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6ezRzLQ2bI/AAAAAAAAAZA/D21nURRV8pI/s320/Tonsils+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2679877955363400742?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2679877955363400742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2679877955363400742&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2679877955363400742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2679877955363400742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-proud.html' title='So proud'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R6ezPzLQ2aI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pdvDkfRWMAk/s72-c/Tonsils+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8300289684679609096</id><published>2008-02-01T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:57:01.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4a2aCiFCmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aTjSakIp_pg/s1600-h/07+X-mas+Parade+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154007382044772962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4a2aCiFCmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aTjSakIp_pg/s320/07+X-mas+Parade+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Zoie, something about the middle child syndrome, she definately either milks it or she truley is ignored more. Her sense of humor is halarious and she is so animated when she, yells at me and tells me things I'm doing wrong. A perfect example I say on a regular basis "bloody", it's a great adjective, and it's not a bad word. According to Zoie it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom your saying that word again, to me, it's not very nice, and I don't appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when does your 3 year old tell you they don't appreciate things. She then proceeds to tell me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't call names, we don't call people Stupid, and we don't say bloody. We can't talk about weiners, and boobs, or body parts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things our kids say and remember, I have to really watch what comes out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more update, life is good here, Lucy is well and recovering. We had a doctor checkup today and she needs to be on antibiotics, yes imagine that she has an infection. She is a tough girl never complains about it and you would never know she was in more pain. She caught a cold virius about 2 days after surgery and has a horrible cough and is really congested, her throat is very vunerable and caught an infedtion. She will be good as new in about 5 days. I'm so glad for modern technology, and medicines that will help us all feel better quicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8300289684679609096?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8300289684679609096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8300289684679609096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8300289684679609096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8300289684679609096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-this-girl.html' title='Love this girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4a2aCiFCmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aTjSakIp_pg/s72-c/07+X-mas+Parade+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-6053936388275473474</id><published>2008-01-24T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:48:24.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R5jMRTLQ2WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/AtvtbN1T5hE/s1600-h/Tonsils+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159097970730260834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R5jMRTLQ2WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/AtvtbN1T5hE/s320/Tonsils+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R5jMSzLQ2XI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LYSlcccSOqw/s1600-h/Tonsils+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159097996500064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R5jMSzLQ2XI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LYSlcccSOqw/s320/Tonsils+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my this picture does not do Lucy's "kissing tonsils"  justice.  They are so big.  During Christmas time we all had strep throat, well I looked in all my kids throats and was astonished at what I saw in Lucy's mouth.  I thought for sure she had strep as well.  So we went to the doctor and to my knowledge they said she has kissing tonsils and you couldn't even see her boxing bag in the back of her throat, it's so weird.  The specialist told us in most cases he would leave them in but she was the exception they were so big and she is so effected by her sleeping, and breathing that they needed to come out.  So her surgery is scheduled for tomorrow at 6:30 a.m. as the week has progressed I have gotten more uptight and nervous about this.  She had ear tubes put in so she has done anesthesia before but it's always nerve wracking no matter what.  She is so strong and we are hoping for a quick and as painless as possible recovery.  My heart really goes out to those parents and family members who have real serious health conditions and deal with these things on a regular basis we really have been blessed.  On a lighter note my doctor asked if either Scott or I had ear tubes, or tonsils and adenoids removed.  Of course Scott answered yes.  The doctor said "don't you know your suppose to ask these things before you start producing children with them".........oh well they are all doomed I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect she will sleep more, have more energy, eat more, hear better, and perhaps learn better.  Her body is focusing so much on getting enough oxygen to her brain that it could be affecting all these things, my mom has been telling me for years I needed to take her in to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;specialist&lt;/span&gt; because she snores so bad and breathes so loud that it was not normal.  So we are hoping she feel better and things will change for her.  Wish us luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-6053936388275473474?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/6053936388275473474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=6053936388275473474&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6053936388275473474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6053936388275473474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/01/tonsils.html' title='Tonsils'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R5jMRTLQ2WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/AtvtbN1T5hE/s72-c/Tonsils+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5316766980072114347</id><published>2008-01-20T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:04:25.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMNIA</title><content type='html'>O.k. so this is the story of my life for about the last 2 weeks.  I have been so stressed out  that I have been not sleeping.  Here it is 5 am and I'm laying awake in bed, so I decided to come blog loooosssseeeer.  This is late for me this morning.  The routine has been, I can actually fall asleep quick at night time, but when Talmadge wakes up in the middle of the night for  a drink, I DO NOT fall back to sleep.  Sometimes 2, 3, 4......I'm going crazy.  Any suggestions.  There is not enough caffine to keep me happy and going during the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5316766980072114347?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5316766980072114347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5316766980072114347&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5316766980072114347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5316766980072114347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/01/insomnia.html' title='INSOMNIA'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4055783081841699125</id><published>2008-01-10T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:15:28.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4askSiFChI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I8rd2xJxlF8/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4askSiFChI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I8rd2xJxlF8/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153996563022154258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4askSiFChI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I8rd2xJxlF8/s320/Dance+rehersal+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These little girls are such a hoot.  We have been doing dance since the beginning of the year, Lucy would go Monday afternoons and Thursday afternoons, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoie&lt;/span&gt; would go Wednesday morning while Lucy was in school.  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun we dropped Lucy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; class, it is so expensive she only wondered why she wasn't in the tap class for about a week then she was over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aslCiFCiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Xl65zvERBoA/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153996575907056162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aslCiFCiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Xl65zvERBoA/s320/Dance+rehersal+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If your girls, and even boys love to dance, get them in classes they have so much fun, and really do learn the dance moves.  This was there end of the year practice recital.  They have a great big one coming up in May with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;foofy&lt;/span&gt; costumes at the Elsinore theatre and they are so excited.  We got to watch with all the parents this practice recital, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zoie&lt;/span&gt; was not going up there for the life of her, Scott finally did some convincing with candy and I'm sure a date with dad and finally she joined the rest of the girls and did great.  She is very graceful, and so serious when she is practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4asmSiFCjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dr75yAuwOkw/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153996597381892658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4asmSiFCjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dr75yAuwOkw/s320/Dance+rehersal+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4asnCiFCkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4syjmSW9k1w/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153996610266794562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4asnCiFCkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4syjmSW9k1w/s320/Dance+rehersal+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoie was putting bells on her shoes so she jingled as she ran thru the middle of the room to jump over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4asoSiFClI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZRSeGcl-J5Q/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153996631741631058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4asoSiFClI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZRSeGcl-J5Q/s320/Dance+rehersal+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aomyiFCbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/e-NzG2CjP8U/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153992207925316018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aomyiFCbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/e-NzG2CjP8U/s320/Dance+rehersal+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my little Lucy who is the dancing queen.  She is the youngest in her class and by far knew all the moves the best and was the most graceful.  Yes I am a proud mom.  They got to wear makeup to this recital and Lucy's had to be "just perfect, like all the beautiful princess dancers".  It's so amazing how fast they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aoriiFCcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/CZV5a2viWnY/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153992289529694658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aoriiFCcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/CZV5a2viWnY/s320/Dance+rehersal+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aotiiFCdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R-weIfkKFjU/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153992323889433042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aotiiFCdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R-weIfkKFjU/s320/Dance+rehersal+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is so flexable as well and practices all the time at home, and tries to teach and boss her little sister around as to how to do the moves, and what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aowCiFCeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/sc2JtTfsEuA/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153992366839106018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aowCiFCeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/sc2JtTfsEuA/s320/Dance+rehersal+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aoyCiFCfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6B5kASkTSNQ/s1600-h/Dance+rehersal+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153992401198844402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4aoyCiFCfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6B5kASkTSNQ/s320/Dance+rehersal+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least the Sashay around the room.  It was so much fun to watch and see what they have learned so far, I can't wait for the real deal in front of tons of people. &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/1958464043936114166-4055783081841699125?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4055783081841699125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4055783081841699125&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4055783081841699125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4055783081841699125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/01/dancing-girls.html' title='Dancing Girls'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R4askSiFChI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I8rd2xJxlF8/s72-c/Dance+rehersal+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5672276425652632304</id><published>2008-01-05T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:30:51.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Behind</title><content type='html'>O.K. so sorry to all you religious blogger readers and posters. I just can't seem to get myself back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; after the Holidays, I'm dreading downloading all my pictures and sorting through them all, I have a system set up in my computer that I sort all my pictures by kids, cousins, Grandmas and Grandpas and Scott and I. What a nightmare, but someday will be really useful. Needless to say it is a task to do. To all you who read this blog, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. We had a fantastic Christmas staying at home with just our 3 children we have not done that yet in our 6 years of marriage it was fun, don't get me wrong big get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;together's &lt;/span&gt;with everyone is fun too. We got wonderful gifts from friends and family, thank you very much. We have yet to send out our Christmas packages we are terrible I know. Grandma and Grandpa we have not forgotten you, just really behind the eight ball this year. I need to get back into the swing of blogging, I will get some pictures posted shortly..........until then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5672276425652632304?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5672276425652632304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5672276425652632304&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5672276425652632304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5672276425652632304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2008/01/way-behind.html' title='Way Behind'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3874014216274270795</id><published>2007-12-19T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:54:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1auUl2qXJI/AAAAAAAAASo/ocOXXKhF_E4/s1600-h/T-birthday+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140487693471997074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1auUl2qXJI/AAAAAAAAASo/ocOXXKhF_E4/s320/T-birthday+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is the newest edition to our family. I have a terrible addiction to puppies, Lets just say she is #4 puppy in the last 2 years that I have gotten. We have our beagle still who is a great dog, but I wanted an inside one and I'm allergic to them so, I finally found one I can have we named her noodle, and she is a Llasa Poo. She will only get to be about 12# so she will stay small, thank goodness. She is so stinky cute and of course the kids love her. Lucy can't focus on anything all day but the dog. Talmadge gets frustrated she follows him around bitting and playing with his ears.....if he would just walk he wouldn't have that problem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1auVl2qXKI/AAAAAAAAASw/S1fXvv6Vx04/s1600-h/T-birthday+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140487710651866274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1auVl2qXKI/AAAAAAAAASw/S1fXvv6Vx04/s320/T-birthday+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I think what was I thinking it really is like having another child around. But she is a keeper this time, even Scott really likes her for being a tiny dog......you know how that goes most guys like big dogs.............. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1auW12qXLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CchuUZRENGo/s1600-h/T-birthday+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140487732126702770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1auW12qXLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CchuUZRENGo/s320/T-birthday+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3874014216274270795?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3874014216274270795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3874014216274270795&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3874014216274270795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3874014216274270795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/12/noodle.html' title='Noodle'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1auUl2qXJI/AAAAAAAAASo/ocOXXKhF_E4/s72-c/T-birthday+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4382772663210182875</id><published>2007-12-11T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:45:09.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree.....Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1asxV2qXFI/AAAAAAAAASI/xGE2p_-X_ig/s1600-h/T-birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140485988369980498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1asxV2qXFI/AAAAAAAAASI/xGE2p_-X_ig/s320/T-birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had alot of fun this year decorating the Christmas trees.......yes that was trees, I'm not sure what I was thinking with Lucy, Zoie and Talmadge the constant grabbing, pulling, and breaking never seems to stop. I thought it would be a great idea to do my pretty tree upstairs (I always wanted a "pretty" tree) Then we would do the fun one downstairs and let the kids have there way with it. Well good idea until we realized A-I'm not always downstairs to monitor whats taking place and B-I can't escape the constant "no don't touch the tree" and having to physically remove Talmade all the time. Where ever we go he has to have the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1asyl2qXGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cyhh9PHFHgw/s1600-h/T-birthday+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140486009844816994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1asyl2qXGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cyhh9PHFHgw/s320/T-birthday+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far between my kids namely Talmadge, and some cousins only 6 bulbs have been broken so far, the bottom of the tree is really bare now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1as1F2qXHI/AAAAAAAAASY/A3MQBTuuUjY/s1600-h/T-birthday+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140486052794489970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1as1F2qXHI/AAAAAAAAASY/A3MQBTuuUjY/s320/T-birthday+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1as3F2qXII/AAAAAAAAASg/egD_qHJb6Wg/s1600-h/T-birthday+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140486087154228354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1as3F2qXII/AAAAAAAAASg/egD_qHJb6Wg/s320/T-birthday+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott's beautiful bow tieing skills at making the tree topper, the tree was too big it wouldn't fit my angel so we had to emprovise, it didn't turn out to bad. We decided to go with black and silver ornaments with a touch of red, it was so pretty and it took 1300 lights, I kept having to go back to Ace Hardware and buy more while Scott was stringing them on. We had a great time doing the trees and getting Christmas set up around our house, it's so exciting the girls are old enough to be really excited and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas and the smell of pine in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-4382772663210182875?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4382772663210182875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4382772663210182875&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4382772663210182875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4382772663210182875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-christmas-treeoh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree.....Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1asxV2qXFI/AAAAAAAAASI/xGE2p_-X_ig/s72-c/T-birthday+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-4911750195579295387</id><published>2007-12-05T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:47:05.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late Birthday Zoie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a43F2qXYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rMNexqGZZmw/s1600-h/disc+2+62205+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140499281293761922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a43F2qXYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rMNexqGZZmw/s320/disc+2+62205+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a43l2qXZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Lsj14Se7L3A/s1600-h/disc+1+62205+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140499289883696530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a43l2qXZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Lsj14Se7L3A/s320/disc+1+62205+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for those of you who thought I forgot this firecrackers birthday I did not.  I have been so busy and just haven't gotten around to posting her pictures and her birthday fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a4312qXaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/3hr-bbrjndQ/s1600-h/disc+1+62205+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140499294178663842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a4312qXaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/3hr-bbrjndQ/s320/disc+1+62205+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is in all her glory this girl threw up so much as a baby, I thought something was wrong with her, this is how she looked most of the time as a baby due to the projectile throwups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a44V2qXbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/sywg39LoNsA/s1600-h/disc+1+62205+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140499302768598450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a44V2qXbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/sywg39LoNsA/s320/disc+1+62205+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a4412qXcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ch6pfHtHGMc/s1600-h/DSCN2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140499311358533058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a4412qXcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ch6pfHtHGMc/s320/DSCN2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3vV2qXTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yZ8G-pyBsGk/s1600-h/Photos+Sept2004+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140498048638147890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3vV2qXTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yZ8G-pyBsGk/s320/Photos+Sept2004+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nope nothing has changed from this picture, this girl came out kicking and screaming and is still the very same today.  She lets you know when she is happy and or mad, and has no problem letting you know these things.  She is so funny and has such a great vocabulary it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; to listen to her talk and the dialect she uses with her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3wV2qXUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/s3PnGYHAXK8/s1600-h/disc+2+62205+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140498065818017090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3wV2qXUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/s3PnGYHAXK8/s320/disc+2+62205+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two are best friends and I wouldn't have it any other way.  The fighting sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;triumphs&lt;/span&gt; the love but all in all they really are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; very best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3w12qXVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hjrxzwwMNZw/s1600-h/disc+2+62205+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140498074407951698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3w12qXVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hjrxzwwMNZw/s320/disc+2+62205+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3xl2qXWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4XJ8zV42tDA/s1600-h/disc+2+62205+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140498087292853602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3xl2qXWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4XJ8zV42tDA/s320/disc+2+62205+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3yF2qXXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/20pJuh49yFk/s1600-h/disc+2+62205+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140498095882788210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a3yF2qXXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/20pJuh49yFk/s320/disc+2+62205+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so glad that Zoie is part of our home, we have been blessed with such a sweet spirit and I'm so greatful to Heavely Father who has intrusted her to my care.  I learn so much from her and she shows me such unconditional love, I want to be a better mother for my children so they can grow and learn to be charitable and more Christ like.  Children truley are special spirits of our Father in Heaven.  I love my kids!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy #3 Birthday Zoie&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/1958464043936114166-4911750195579295387?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/4911750195579295387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=4911750195579295387&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4911750195579295387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/4911750195579295387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-late-birthday-zoie.html' title='Happy Late Birthday Zoie'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1a43F2qXYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rMNexqGZZmw/s72-c/disc+2+62205+221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1197846460943215970</id><published>2007-12-05T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:12:43.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma this is for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=864691128463008025&amp;amp;site=widget-19.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; Talmadge got lots of fun toys but I think his most favorite was the huge play set he got from Grandma Lashmett. Not to mention the girls and of course my biggest kid of them all dad. It takes up our whole basement play room, and I have just left it up. All the cousins come over and they have a blast downstairs in the "fort". Talmadge loves hiding and crawling as fast as he can through the tunnels trying not to be caught by the monsters.......Thanks Grandma and Grandpa we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128463008025&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p1/864691128463008025/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128463008025&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p2/864691128463008025/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/1958464043936114166-1197846460943215970?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1197846460943215970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1197846460943215970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1197846460943215970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1197846460943215970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Grandma this is for you'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8071596653181680209</id><published>2007-12-05T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:07:54.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Cake Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1ayOF2qXRI/AAAAAAAAATo/vajpYQetxVQ/s1600-h/T-birthday+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140491979849358610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1ayOF2qXRI/AAAAAAAAATo/vajpYQetxVQ/s320/T-birthday+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow I'm really behind the ball this last week.  It has been busy 2 birthdays, a new puppy and lots of entertaining and Christmas shopping.  Here are some pictures of my baby who refused to get down and dirty with the oversized birthday cupcake.  It could be a result of him still not feeling well with his ear infections, we still had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1ayQ12qXSI/AAAAAAAAATw/sBmAnqPJNOo/s1600-h/T-birthday+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140492027093998882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1ayQ12qXSI/AAAAAAAAATw/sBmAnqPJNOo/s320/T-birthday+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awq12qXMI/AAAAAAAAATA/uQWIo_KtIpI/s1600-h/T-birthday+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140490274747342018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awq12qXMI/AAAAAAAAATA/uQWIo_KtIpI/s320/T-birthday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awsF2qXNI/AAAAAAAAATI/g3CXanfSNKs/s1600-h/T-birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140490296222178514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awsF2qXNI/AAAAAAAAATI/g3CXanfSNKs/s320/T-birthday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awtV2qXOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/w7ZBz5RmyQA/s1600-h/T-birthday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140490317697015010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awtV2qXOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/w7ZBz5RmyQA/s320/T-birthday+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awuV2qXPI/AAAAAAAAATY/gYCEX-G3jyY/s1600-h/T-birthday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140490334876884210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awuV2qXPI/AAAAAAAAATY/gYCEX-G3jyY/s320/T-birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awvV2qXQI/AAAAAAAAATg/VH7Ko3T47Io/s1600-h/T-birthday+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140490352056753410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1awvV2qXQI/AAAAAAAAATg/VH7Ko3T47Io/s320/T-birthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8071596653181680209?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8071596653181680209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8071596653181680209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8071596653181680209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8071596653181680209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-cake-time.html' title='Birthday Cake Time'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R1ayOF2qXRI/AAAAAAAAATo/vajpYQetxVQ/s72-c/T-birthday+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5409524764280624275</id><published>2007-11-27T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:16:21.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's been a year already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R0xBGH3q_lI/AAAAAAAAARU/k98XHBu7FMw/s1600-h/Halloween+(89).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137552848370466386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R0xBGH3q_lI/AAAAAAAAARU/k98XHBu7FMw/s320/Halloween+(89).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my sweet little boy!  Happy 1 year birthday.  It just doesn't even seem like it has been a year already.  You are such a joy to our family.  As you have neared 1 we have seen the boy in you come out more and more.  Your sisters and mom and dad didn't teach you that cars drive, make noise, and crash yet you seem to do all those things with them.  It's definately a change for us from foofy to loud and aggressive, we love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R0xBIH3q_mI/AAAAAAAAARc/PMfp_e1zJi4/s1600-h/Halloween+(94).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137552882730204770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R0xBIH3q_mI/AAAAAAAAARc/PMfp_e1zJi4/s320/Halloween+(94).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R0xBJ33q_nI/AAAAAAAAARk/XaacmUya-1E/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137552912794975858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R0xBJ33q_nI/AAAAAAAAARk/XaacmUya-1E/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Already getting beat up and scratches all over you, although your sisters play a big part in that.  You were so tiny and sweet I remember bringing you home and being so scared you were so little and had to have the glow worm light on you for 8 days because of jaundice.  That was no fun, I couldn't snuggle up as close with you with the machine on luckily you were a sweet and quiet baby that didn't require a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1Lduo25I/AAAAAAAAAPU/F3JHcafI7NI/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130713977812736914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1Lduo25I/AAAAAAAAAPU/F3JHcafI7NI/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1ONuo26I/AAAAAAAAAPc/VcANudOjC0A/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130714025057377186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1ONuo26I/AAAAAAAAAPc/VcANudOjC0A/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1Ptuo27I/AAAAAAAAAPk/R7NS1XujA-0/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130714050827180978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1Ptuo27I/AAAAAAAAAPk/R7NS1XujA-0/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1Rduo28I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qGC9T5zGy4w/s1600-h/IMG_0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130714080891952066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1Rduo28I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qGC9T5zGy4w/s320/IMG_0563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are close to walking but not quite ready, you have learned to hit your sisters and fight back when you know you are taking a beating.  You have learned to voice your opinion and know how to get us to respond to you.  You crawl up and down the stairs all day long and think you are so big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1R9uo29I/AAAAAAAAAP0/KdrLdwkNaAk/s1600-h/IMG_1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130714089481886674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzP1R9uo29I/AAAAAAAAAP0/KdrLdwkNaAk/s320/IMG_1971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your so quiet, and have a very serious side to you.  It's very hard to get you to laugh but you love to smile.  Your eyes light up and you can even raise your right eye brow, it drives your dad crazy.  You get so excited to see your dad when he gets home and you crawl super fast with your head down and barrell right into him, you are definately all boy and we are so glad you are a part of our family.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5409524764280624275?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5409524764280624275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5409524764280624275&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5409524764280624275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5409524764280624275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-believe-its-been-year-already.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s been a year already'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/R0xBGH3q_lI/AAAAAAAAARU/k98XHBu7FMw/s72-c/Halloween+(89).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-147062287992657617</id><published>2007-11-19T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:51:20.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More doctor visits</title><content type='html'>Sorry my blog lately has consisted of bad sick posts, but hey it's that time of year.  Last night we took Lucy to the ER she has some weird rash all over her face.  Come to find out it's called the fifth disease, commonly known as the "slapped cheek syndrome".  My kids have crazy things that they come down with.  It is highly contaigious and there is no cure, it could last up to 5 weeks, it's kinda cute in a sick way she has big chubby cheeks and now they are bright red.  This morning Talmadge as a patch of red on his cheek so we will see.  Scott and Zoie went to the Doctor today they still aren't feeling better.  Come to find out they both has strep throat, and Scott on top of that has a sinus infection and another virus she isn't sure about that is causing him to have severe hot and cold sweats.  Awesome huh.  I agree with some of you I think Heavenly Father watches out for mothers so they can take care of the family when everyone is ill.  Keep your fingers crossed Lucy and Talmadge don't end up with strep, or myself for that matter.  With Thanksgiving coming I'm so greatful for my family and for health and strength.  I find in times of sickness I really am greatful for good health most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-147062287992657617?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/147062287992657617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=147062287992657617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/147062287992657617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/147062287992657617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-doctor-visits.html' title='More doctor visits'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7763504360816681592</id><published>2007-11-17T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T09:11:31.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours</title><content type='html'>Well my poor family after the doctors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;.  we went to Costco to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Talmadge's&lt;/span&gt; antibiotics.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zoie&lt;/span&gt; had the urge to throw up right in the entrance of Costco.  Nice huh, she said look mommy they are cleaning it for me.  With children you just can't have too many embarrassing moments.  That same night Lucy was up at 11pm throwing up all over as well and it continued on throughout the night.  At about 5am Scott was up hanging on to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; throne as well, what a night.  Everyone is still a little under the weather, meaning extremely cranky, and high temperatures.  24 hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt; and I have a different baby at my house, poor guy.  Thank goodness mom has stayed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;healthily&lt;/span&gt; throughout it all to make sure the house hold is taken care of.  Hopefully I won't get a turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7763504360816681592?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7763504360816681592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7763504360816681592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7763504360816681592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7763504360816681592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-768112986846060406</id><published>2007-11-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:01:26.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPqWNuo2mI/AAAAAAAAANA/C-FR1ysHk9A/s1600-h/Halloween+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130702067868424802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPqWNuo2mI/AAAAAAAAANA/C-FR1ysHk9A/s320/Halloween+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so it begins.  Just when you get the doctor bill payed off from last winter, in time to rack that one back up.  Poor Talmadge well all my kids they have been doomed with ear infections forrrreeevvvveeeerrrrr.   We just got back from the Doctors today to find out he has a double ear infection with his left ear on the verge of bursting, Lucy has a sore throat, and Zoie is saying her ear hurts.  Unfortunately my baby gets sick and it goes straight to his lungs he has the cursed asthma.  This is him being pinned down to enhale his medicne on his machine for 3-5 minutes.  When we are through he is ticked off and his nose is bright red from keeping the mask on.  I hate winters here in Oregon.  It seems we are always sick and we seem to catch it all.    Poor me Huh, that sounds pathetic I'm sure all you mothers out there have to endure the same thing all winter longa s well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPqYtuo2nI/AAAAAAAAANI/_ZW6j1k4jog/s1600-h/Halloween+(104).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130702110818097778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPqYtuo2nI/AAAAAAAAANI/_ZW6j1k4jog/s320/Halloween+(104).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPqZ9uo2oI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VnF3Lu0HWzc/s1600-h/Halloween+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130702132292934274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPqZ9uo2oI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VnF3Lu0HWzc/s320/Halloween+(8).jpg" 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/1958464043936114166-768112986846060406?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/768112986846060406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=768112986846060406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/768112986846060406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/768112986846060406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-baby.html' title='Sick Baby'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPqWNuo2mI/AAAAAAAAANA/C-FR1ysHk9A/s72-c/Halloween+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7942740602847137214</id><published>2007-11-11T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:13:06.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Shortcake</title><content type='html'>This is a really cute quiz, try it.  I tried guessing on Scott and chose wrong (Chocolate cake with chocolate icing), he picked ice cream and it doesn't really go with his personality ........guess I'm still working on trying to figure him out.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of the eight desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which would you choose sorry, you can only pick one! Here are your choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angel Food Cake&lt;br /&gt;2. Brownies&lt;br /&gt;3. Lemon Meringue Pie&lt;br /&gt;4. Vanilla Cake with Chocolate Icing&lt;br /&gt;5. Strawberry Short Cake&lt;br /&gt;6. Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Icing&lt;br /&gt;7. Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;8. Carrot Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have made your choice, this is what the researchers say about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ANGEL FOOD CAKE -- Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzy items. A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day. Others perceive you as being childlike and immature at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. BROWNIES -- You are adventurous, love new ideas, and are a champion of underdogs and a slayer of dragons. When tempers flare up you whip out your saber. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of humor and direction. You tend to be very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LEMON MERINGUE -- Smooth, sexy, and articulate with your hands, you are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. However, do not try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, but you have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. VANILLA CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING -- Fun-loving, sassy, humorous, not very grounded in life; very indecisive and lacking motivation. Everyone enjoys being around you, but you are a practical joker. Others should be cautious in making you mad. However, you are a friend for l life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE -- Romantic, warm, and loving. You care about other people, can be counted on in a pinch, and expect the same in return. Intuitively keen. Can be very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING -- Sexy; always ready to give and receive. Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate. You can appear to have a cold exterior but are warm on the inside. Not afraid to take chances. W ill not settle for anything average in life. Love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ICE CREAM -- You like sports, whether it be baseball, football, basketball or soccer. If you could, you would like to participate, but you enjoy watching sports. You do not like to give up the remote c control. You tend to be self-centered and high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. CARROT CAKE -- You are a very fun loving person who likes to laugh. You are fun to be with. People like to hang out with you. You are a very warm -hearted person and a little quirky at times. You have many loyal friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7942740602847137214?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7942740602847137214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7942740602847137214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7942740602847137214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7942740602847137214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/11/strawberry-shortcake.html' title='Strawberry Shortcake'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-6698335872807675603</id><published>2007-11-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:11:24.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Late----Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjGNuo2iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X3Fj8uQ1uQE/s1600-h/Halloween+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130694096409123362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjGNuo2iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X3Fj8uQ1uQE/s320/Halloween+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well as you can tell Lucy was a tiger girl, Zoie was and "evil" witch that evil part had to be in the description as far as she was concerned, and Talmadge according to Zoie was a Cheeto.  He was really a little tiger but he looked big and orange like a cheeto.  We had a good time we went to the chuch and did the trunk or treat and ended up with way too much candy.  It's always a good time to do that.  The kids also got to dress up for Lucy's school and that same day Zoie was able to dress up for her dance class, Halloween what a weird Holiday it is anyway.  Who came up with the idea of dressing up and going out to get candy???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjHtuo2jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/R3AGtlmBWYg/s1600-h/Halloween+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130694122178927154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjHtuo2jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/R3AGtlmBWYg/s320/Halloween+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjI9uo2kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YsTW3k54TVI/s1600-h/Halloween+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130694143653763650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjI9uo2kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YsTW3k54TVI/s320/Halloween+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjKNuo2lI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FjguXScd7dE/s1600-h/Halloween+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130694165128600146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjKNuo2lI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FjguXScd7dE/s320/Halloween+(12).jpg" 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/1958464043936114166-6698335872807675603?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/6698335872807675603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=6698335872807675603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6698335872807675603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6698335872807675603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-late-halloween.html' title='Little Late----Halloween'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RzPjGNuo2iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X3Fj8uQ1uQE/s72-c/Halloween+(16).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-6533443499168487948</id><published>2007-10-22T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:30:16.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always wished for it, and your wish has come true: There’s now a twenty-fifth hour in the day, but you have to spend it the same way every day on something you don’t have enough time for now, and it can’t be for sleep. How will you spend this extra hour every day? I would scrap...or sit and read a really good mystery book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. As if that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t enough, an extra day has been added to the calendar, and you can insert it anywhere you want, except the day immediately before or after a holiday, and you have to spend it the same way every year. How will you spend this extra day each year, and when on the calendar will it appear? It would appear either on a Friday or Monday and it would be a third day of a weekend.  Scott and I would go with no kids just the two of us.  There are never enough reasons to get a sitter and go out with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone is giving you an extra twenty dollars per week (or its equivalent, if your country uses a different monetary unit) to spend any way you want, but you have to spend it the same way every week, and it has to be on yourself (no charity or gift-giving, and no investing or saving!). How will you spend this extra twenty dollars per week?   It would be a toss up but fresh flowers for my table would be in there, I love the fresh arrangements, or of course a pedicure.  I'm sure many of you would like a weekly toe, and foot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;massage&lt;/span&gt;.  Let's not forget you probably deserve that anyway:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Wow! When you woke up this morning, you noticed that someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; in and added a new room to your living space! The room is for your exclusive use, and it can serve only one FUN function (and it can’t be used as a bedroom or storage). What fun activity will be reserved for this new room? A work out room, loud booming stereo system, T.V. and lot's of machines and free weights.  Getting to the gym it too much money for day care, and 5am is just too early for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A magic backpack appears at your doorstep. It will hold any one thing you can normally carry by yourself, it will render that item weightless, and it will collapse to the size of a small pack of gum. What will you carry in it? I would have to agree with Mandi on this my camera, I have a rad camera but it's huge to cart around everywhere, so it only get's used on special occasions, and at the house.  No random shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-6533443499168487948?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/6533443499168487948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=6533443499168487948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6533443499168487948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6533443499168487948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-674588912020159854</id><published>2007-10-18T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:35:06.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>This was fun try it, some fits me to the "T", other parts, I'm not so sure about.  Just click the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ESTJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/estj.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Guardian&lt;br /&gt;You're a natural leader and quick, logical decision maker.Goals are important in your life, and you take many steps to acheive them.You enjoy interacting with others, mostly through work related activities.Your high energy level means you are great at getting things done!&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to bring stability to relationships.You feel comfortable being in charge, and you enjoy being a provider.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you take charge. You thrive in structured environments and don't mind enforcing the rules.You would make a great teacher, judge, or police detective.&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Realistic, stable, and pragmatic&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Rigid, bound to rules, and a bad listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&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/1958464043936114166-674588912020159854?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/674588912020159854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=674588912020159854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/674588912020159854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/674588912020159854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/10/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-7082392079779549443</id><published>2007-10-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:06:57.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul2bc-B54I/AAAAAAAAAJo/oobeO2BSZQc/s1600-h/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109745466233448322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul2bc-B54I/AAAAAAAAAJo/oobeO2BSZQc/s320/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these days where they all get in the bath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and the big sisters just help scrub and clean the baby.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; notice and talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Talmadge's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wiener&lt;/span&gt;, a comment commenly said in our house is "Mom we don't talk about wieners do we", it's so different from there "Bajinas" that it seems they are always making comments regarding it.  That soon will pass I hope or the baths will become same sex only.  It's just cute to have naked babies all toghther in one bath photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-7082392079779549443?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/7082392079779549443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=7082392079779549443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7082392079779549443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/7082392079779549443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/10/naked-babies.html' title='Naked Babies'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul2bc-B54I/AAAAAAAAAJo/oobeO2BSZQc/s72-c/IMG_2304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2177882927925247807</id><published>2007-10-09T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:12:12.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes, I hate these things...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul26s-B55I/AAAAAAAAAJw/4HP5-7Z7u_o/s1600-h/IMG_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109746003104360338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul26s-B55I/AAAAAAAAAJw/4HP5-7Z7u_o/s320/IMG_2249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, is it the season for these critters or what, they are out in full force.  This happy little (actually really big) fella was found in the girls bedroom closet.  We were just getting ready to leave for the day and Zoie needed a jacket.  I went into the closet and openend the door and out of the corner of my eye was this monster of a spider.  Naturally I freaked out and got the girls to come inspect it with me.  Normally I would have gotten some toilet paper and smashed it together and flushed it down the toilet.  NO WAY!!!!  First off it by the time I would have gotten it into toilet paper that was big enough to grab it, it would have flooded the toilet.  It was the size of my palm no joke.  I have never seen a spider that big, let alone in my house, in the closet of my sweet little girls room.   So my next approach was the vaccuum I plugged it in turned it on and got the extension hose close to it, there was no way that spider was going into the vaccuum.  It was huge and I thought for sure it would climb out of there once it was sucked up.  Also I had a fear it was so big it would be to strong for even the suction of the vaccuum to get it off the wall.  The things my mind was conjuring up.  So that didn't work either.   I called Scott and had him come home after a meeting at work to kill it.  I couldn't do it on my own I was freaked out.  No I'm not normally a chicken, but you put an eight legged freak the size of my hand in front of me I'm runnin.  Scott caught it and we tried to feed it flies and bugs but it died anyway.  Thank goodness it's gone.  We had a good time looking at it and watching the scary thing.   The pictures don't do it justice.................Spooky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul28M-B56I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HwCjnTtURVw/s1600-h/IMG_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109746028874164130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul28M-B56I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HwCjnTtURVw/s320/IMG_2250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2177882927925247807?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2177882927925247807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2177882927925247807&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2177882927925247807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2177882927925247807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/10/yikes-i-hate-these-things.html' title='Yikes, I hate these things...............'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul26s-B55I/AAAAAAAAAJw/4HP5-7Z7u_o/s72-c/IMG_2249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3087876737653515522</id><published>2007-10-06T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:10:39.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I thought I was being extremely smart and staying ahead of the game, I had down loaded a ton of pictures with different titles and I saved them as drafts.  Well when I went to add them to my blog when I wanted to it put them down under the date I originally created them, instead of being the first post on the Blog.  So any of you blogging champs if you know how to make it so they come first on the top instead of in the middle when the original date was help me out.  I'm so computer retarded, I'm surprised I can even download pictures, with out any major complications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3087876737653515522?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3087876737653515522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3087876737653515522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3087876737653515522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3087876737653515522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-thought-i-was-being-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5413815229603340375</id><published>2007-09-13T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:52:00.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While you were sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-14.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346352730132&amp;amp;site=widget-14.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; Dad woke up to an interesting new attire.  The girls were so gentle and quiet he didn't even budge the whole time.  The couldn't leave the helpless baby out of all the fun so he got plastered with stickers too.  They have so much fun being silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346352730132&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-14.slide.com/p1/648518346352730132/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346352730132&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-14.slide.com/p2/648518346352730132/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/1958464043936114166-5413815229603340375?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5413815229603340375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5413815229603340375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5413815229603340375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5413815229603340375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/09/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='While you were sleeping'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2399633636275721693</id><published>2007-09-13T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:01:43.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard being a baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul3Wc-B57I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nDDjgrwbnqM/s1600-h/IMG_2295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109746479845730226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul3Wc-B57I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nDDjgrwbnqM/s320/IMG_2295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love when they play so hard they crash in the middle of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2399633636275721693?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2399633636275721693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2399633636275721693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2399633636275721693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2399633636275721693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/09/hard-being-baby.html' title='Hard being a baby'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rul3Wc-B57I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nDDjgrwbnqM/s72-c/IMG_2295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2418151946053158088</id><published>2007-09-11T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:40:25.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Huh.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rud0QM-B51I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5v6aZp2sQoI/s1600-h/IMG_2272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109180123983243090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rud0QM-B51I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5v6aZp2sQoI/s320/IMG_2272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice.....for those of you who don't know this is my older brother, isn't he hot.  Ha-Ha he is a real comic.  We were hosting a birthday party at our house, and Scott and I went to Goodwill and bought a bunch of dress up stuff for the kids.  This was what Marsh came out in.  No this is not his real hair although the color matches and it looked so nice with his facial hair.  We had a good laugh.  It's always nice to have goofballs around to poke fun of.  He is very quiet and usually the one making fun of others so rolls changed.  He will love that this was on the internet :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rud0Rc-B52I/AAAAAAAAAIY/iP4wAfhxS2I/s1600-h/IMG_2273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109180145458079586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rud0Rc-B52I/AAAAAAAAAIY/iP4wAfhxS2I/s320/IMG_2273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rud0Sc-B53I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DS53Xe9t7r4/s1600-h/IMG_2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109180162637948786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rud0Sc-B53I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DS53Xe9t7r4/s320/IMG_2274.jpg" 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/1958464043936114166-2418151946053158088?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2418151946053158088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2418151946053158088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2418151946053158088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2418151946053158088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/09/sexy-huh.html' title='Sexy Huh.......'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rud0QM-B51I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5v6aZp2sQoI/s72-c/IMG_2272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1081864697182949043</id><published>2007-09-11T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:04:33.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco Muffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564238736336&amp;amp;site=widget-d0.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; Although I could have been really upset at this moment I was not.  Instead Scott and I enjoyed watching and laughing at Talmadge trying to figure out how to get this huge muffin into his mouth.  The girls left one downstairs on the chest box,  they aren't suppose to eat anywhere downstairs.  So he found it and was trying so hard to reach it and once he finally did he kept looking at me like "is this o.k."  Needless to say it was a camera moment, and we had fun cleaning it up when he had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564238736336&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p1/432345564238736336/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564238736336&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p2/432345564238736336/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/1958464043936114166-1081864697182949043?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1081864697182949043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1081864697182949043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1081864697182949043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1081864697182949043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='Costco Muffin'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1954814198477208480</id><published>2007-09-11T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:30:29.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm not on the computer very often so when I am I check my e-mails quickly and my blogs.  I find myself surfing blogs looking up people that I haven't talked to or seen in years and enjoying everyone else's stories, pictures, and entries.  By the time I'm done I don't want to do my own so, I don't.  Sorry I will have to get back to the habbit of doing a new Post first.  I sure is fun to look around and see so many people communicating and informing their loved one's who are far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-1954814198477208480?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1954814198477208480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1954814198477208480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1954814198477208480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1954814198477208480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-229133165430077635</id><published>2007-08-24T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:47:02.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. You've got a craving for sweets but it's too late at night and the only thing open is the corner convenience store. What do you get?  &lt;em&gt;My first choice would be an Abazaba most places don't carry those and they are horrible on my teeth.  Second choice would be skittles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's something you lent to someone that you'd really like back now?  &lt;em&gt;My green shorts, it's so hard for my little waist big butt to find cute shorts that are short enough to look like shorts and not high waters on me and long enough to cover what needs to be.  My mom borrowed them and she really likes them.  I may not get them back Ever.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's some one's birthday, and you've GOT to come up with something to give him or her RIGHT NOW. What have you got?  &lt;em&gt;I would make them a card.  I have just gotten into card making and it is so fun and you can really personalize something to make it really special for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm buying you a lifetime subscription to any magazine you want. What will it be?  &lt;em&gt;It would be either Countryliving, or Better Homes and Gardens.  There are so many great ideas and fun things to improve your home in those books, and alot of it is do it yourself--CHEAP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is something you used to dislike, but now love?  &lt;em&gt;Diet Coke--Thanks to my aunt Karen, but especially my girlfriend Lisa, she was a serious d.c. drinker and got me hooked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mandi I stole your questions, I don't remember the website you said it was to get these funny questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-229133165430077635?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/229133165430077635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=229133165430077635&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/229133165430077635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/229133165430077635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5784465238426116920</id><published>2007-08-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:41:31.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RsokuZqqC9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8EO-tADiOa8/s1600-h/IMG_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100929907532893138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RsokuZqqC9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8EO-tADiOa8/s320/IMG_2226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I guess the pool will definatley work for the rest of this summers exciting days.  All of our vacation and big plans are finished  for this summer.  We make it up to the boat about once a week sometimes more depending on what's going on, if the girls had it there way they would be happier staying at home everyday to go in the pool.  As you can see we put the slide in it, and that is really funny to watch.  Lucy gets crazy on it, and Zoie well, were lucky if she ventures down it.  If she does it ends up to be a overly dramatic experience with her head going under.  Needless to say that was the best 25$ I have spent on the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RsokvJqqC-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SuYCipmGuco/s1600-h/IMG_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100929920417795042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RsokvJqqC-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SuYCipmGuco/s320/IMG_2234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RsokxJqqC_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6KhfsBP1W-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100929954777533426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RsokxJqqC_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6KhfsBP1W-Q/s320/IMG_2235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pool pictures are great, and makes the days go by much quicker when I'm all alone with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rsoky5qqDAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-8EV3YauBQU/s1600-h/IMG_2236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100929984842304514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rsoky5qqDAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-8EV3YauBQU/s320/IMG_2236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rsok0JqqDBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kXhPkiWvpoI/s1600-h/IMG_2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100930006317141010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rsok0JqqDBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kXhPkiWvpoI/s320/IMG_2241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a rare occasion for Zoie to be in a bust out loud laugh.  Lucy was being her silly self and Zoie couldn't contain herself.  I can't wait til Talmadge is big enough to enjoy the hot days outside with the girls.&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/1958464043936114166-5784465238426116920?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5784465238426116920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5784465238426116920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5784465238426116920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5784465238426116920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/08/pool.html' title='The Pool'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RsokuZqqC9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8EO-tADiOa8/s72-c/IMG_2226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3512408924422949476</id><published>2007-08-10T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:32:56.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan Rose Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrztiURXvwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/H2g4DGcqMKo/s1600-h/IMG_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097210052089462530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrztiURXvwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/H2g4DGcqMKo/s320/IMG_2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is Welcome to the world.  Congrats to my little brother Reed and his wife Krista.  It was a long birth they went to the hospital Monday to be induced and things were not progressing quickly by Wed. night she had her around 9pm thank goodness no c-section was necessary.  She weighed 6.5lbs. and was 18 inches long.  Beautiful little girl.  Your life will never be the same now that you are a mom and dad.  I love you Congrats.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrztlERXvxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Ln_qXxtfkM/s1600-h/IMG_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097210099334102802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrztlERXvxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Ln_qXxtfkM/s320/IMG_2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rrztm0RXvyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iOurNI8g2ds/s1600-h/IMG_2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097210129398873890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rrztm0RXvyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iOurNI8g2ds/s320/IMG_2216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-3512408924422949476?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3512408924422949476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3512408924422949476&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3512408924422949476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3512408924422949476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/08/logan-rose-gray.html' title='Logan Rose Gray'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrztiURXvwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/H2g4DGcqMKo/s72-c/IMG_2209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-6107989734312657412</id><published>2007-08-09T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:19:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;img height="297" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/11/10/21/111021_503298a2f9bb645mbwxm29.JPG" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, I'm not to sure I look like any of these people.  I have been told by lots of people I look like Barbara Striesand Yuck.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-6107989734312657412?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/6107989734312657412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=6107989734312657412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6107989734312657412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/6107989734312657412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look alikes'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5794990383348195298</id><published>2007-08-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T07:59:34.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beware lots of pictures'/><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>We have been really busy lately, but here are some pictures of our camping trip. We had a really good time with all the cousins. We caught 18 salamanders and the kids had a blast with them. Thank goodness no one squeezed too tightly on any of them. It was really cold that morning so the only people in the water were Scott and Lucy rounding them all up. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIev8cphMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KNTjKMXuvak/s1600-h/IMG_2117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094167937538426050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIev8cphMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KNTjKMXuvak/s320/IMG_2117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIexMcphNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4Zx5ZS0lP5U/s1600-h/IMG_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094167959013262546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIexMcphNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4Zx5ZS0lP5U/s320/IMG_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIeyccphOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9nsLchiLHyQ/s1600-h/IMG_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094167980488099042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIeyccphOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9nsLchiLHyQ/s320/IMG_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIe1scphPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kSdpRqgXdlE/s1600-h/IMG_1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094168036322673906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIe1scphPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kSdpRqgXdlE/s320/IMG_1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of our new boat you can't really see it but it's 18.5 feet long and is in really good condition.  Till of course we get some hours on the boat.  Lucy will ride in the tube behind the boat at full speed now, she has no fear of water.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIITMcphEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bUD-Yug0z9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094143254361375810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIITMcphEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bUD-Yug0z9Q/s320/IMG_1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIIUMcphFI/AAAAAAAAADY/W6R7p5CZR-k/s1600-h/IMG_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094143271541245010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIIUMcphFI/AAAAAAAAADY/W6R7p5CZR-k/s320/IMG_2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIIWMcphGI/AAAAAAAAADg/q3lJ4K5FxuI/s1600-h/IMG_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094143305900983394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIIWMcphGI/AAAAAAAAADg/q3lJ4K5FxuI/s320/IMG_2124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Talmadge's first camping trip.  He had alot of fun, he is at the age where he wants down all the time so he can crawl everywhere so it was pretty difficult to keep him clean and happy ;)  He kept trying to get out of the tent and escape, he would do this over and over again.   Pretty funny to watch.  Of course the nightly bath in the tiny tub which he just loved. &lt;br /&gt;Good times......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIIYscphHI/AAAAAAAAADo/SPPFnoANlRE/s1600-h/IMG_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094143348850656370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIIYscphHI/AAAAAAAAADo/SPPFnoANlRE/s320/IMG_2127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-5794990383348195298?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5794990383348195298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5794990383348195298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5794990383348195298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5794990383348195298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/08/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RrIev8cphMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KNTjKMXuvak/s72-c/IMG_2117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-3094191527347764283</id><published>2007-07-25T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:17:05.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RqgzascphBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/41_ZB8ywwSU/s1600-h/lashmett+vacation106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, oh is she so cute or what.   We had a good time laughing at her and listening to her talk.  She is just a doll.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rqgywscpg_I/AAAAAAAAACs/wIHdAZ_9Ops/s1600-h/lashmett+vacation008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091375190888776690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rqgywscpg_I/AAAAAAAAACs/wIHdAZ_9Ops/s320/lashmett+vacation008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rqgxt8cpg-I/AAAAAAAAACk/5yyuiThXciw/s1600-h/lashmett+vacation004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091374044132508642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rqgxt8cpg-I/AAAAAAAAACk/5yyuiThXciw/s320/lashmett+vacation004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun time we had, part of Scott's family came and stayed with us for about a week we had such a blast. I always wished I had taken more pictures after everyone leaves, it seems like I never get enough of them. We tried to stay busy so we went to the Gilbert house, which is a Science Center with fun activites for the kids, a place called Enchanted Forest a mini version of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RqgyyMcphAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wBXLHr8952U/s1600-h/lashmett+vacation012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091375216658580482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RqgyyMcphAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wBXLHr8952U/s320/lashmett+vacation012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an amusement park, and the last day Mandi and Brian were here we took them boating. We had a great time and were so glad they were able to come stay with us and share with them the things we enjoy doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Grandma in all her glory with  her beautiful grandkids. My girls just love her and had a great time, Lucy was especially happy about the story time Grandma gave to her. Zoie well she was just excited about Grandma and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa sleeping in there new bed at her house. Zoie wanted to go home with Mandi and Brian when they left for the airport, she was pretty upset about it and cried for quite sometime after they were gone.   Thanks for staying with us, and Brian thanks for taking some of your vacation time to stay with us in Oregon.  We love you all......&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/1958464043936114166-3094191527347764283?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/3094191527347764283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=3094191527347764283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3094191527347764283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/3094191527347764283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rqgywscpg_I/AAAAAAAAACs/wIHdAZ_9Ops/s72-c/lashmett+vacation008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-2873735129685213472</id><published>2007-07-19T21:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:53:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge</title><content type='html'>4 things Challenged from Mandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs I have held:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ewens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carwash&lt;/span&gt;- Manager&lt;br /&gt;2. Izzy's Pizza-Crew lead/Manager&lt;br /&gt;3. Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; Warehouse-Waiter&lt;br /&gt;4. Moneyline Lending-Loan Processor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies I can watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bourne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Supremacy&lt;/span&gt; Series&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Braveheart&lt;/span&gt;-not anymore, I stopped watching rated R movies&lt;br /&gt;3. Notebook&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Napoleon&lt;/span&gt; Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Salem- Oregon&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;- Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. Mission &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Viejo&lt;/span&gt;- California&lt;br /&gt;4. San Clemente- California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV shows I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;2. House&lt;br /&gt;3. Law and Order&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 o'clock news channel 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. California&lt;br /&gt;4. Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favorite dishes/restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;1. La Hacienda- Fajitas&lt;br /&gt;2. Taco Salad-made by me, Mandi were having this when your here&lt;br /&gt;3. Lasagna- One of my favorites but I can't have cheese anymore do to lactose intolerant after baby #3&lt;br /&gt;4. All you can eat Salad, Bread sticks, and minestrone soup at Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. Blogs&lt;br /&gt;2. Emails&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nordstroms&lt;/span&gt; (just to look at what I can't buy)&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Out on the lake in my new boat&lt;br /&gt;2. Camping at Detroit by the fire&lt;br /&gt;3. At an amusement park with Scott where we can be the kids on all the scary rides&lt;br /&gt;4. Upstairs in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people I would challenge to do this&lt;br /&gt;1. Lisa&lt;br /&gt;2. Carrie&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicole&lt;br /&gt;4. I have no other friends that blog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the challenge, I haven't posted anything new for a few days, so that was an easy idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-2873735129685213472?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/2873735129685213472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=2873735129685213472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2873735129685213472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/2873735129685213472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/07/4-jobs-i-have-held-1.html' title='Challenge'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1270608807135285233</id><published>2007-07-15T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:55:08.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces, Faces, Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5RI5Y6EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dA2kCB6TRnc/s1600-h/IMG_1832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087652801909680194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5RI5Y6EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dA2kCB6TRnc/s320/IMG_1832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5SI5Y6FI/AAAAAAAAACE/AxGRxD8bOnU/s1600-h/IMG_1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087652819089549394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5SI5Y6FI/AAAAAAAAACE/AxGRxD8bOnU/s320/IMG_1838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5TI5Y6GI/AAAAAAAAACM/4HYmmQ7lgtk/s1600-h/IMG_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087652836269418594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5TI5Y6GI/AAAAAAAAACM/4HYmmQ7lgtk/s320/IMG_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5UI5Y6HI/AAAAAAAAACU/39tbXCx3NHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087652853449287794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5UI5Y6HI/AAAAAAAAACU/39tbXCx3NHQ/s320/IMG_1842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5VY5Y6II/AAAAAAAAACc/JVRc9Tff8vM/s1600-h/IMG_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087652874924124290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5VY5Y6II/AAAAAAAAACc/JVRc9Tff8vM/s320/IMG_1840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you who haven't yet heard the most annoying sound that Scott makes, Talmadge will show you with his facial expressions just how bad it is.  If he is in the right mood you can do a certain noise, or talk in a certain tone and he does his sad face.  The bad part is, it's such a cute face he does, we just keep torturing him to see it again, and again.  Poor baby.&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/1958464043936114166-1270608807135285233?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1270608807135285233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1270608807135285233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1270608807135285233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1270608807135285233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/07/faces-faces-faces.html' title='Faces, Faces, Faces'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpr5RI5Y6EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dA2kCB6TRnc/s72-c/IMG_1832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-8789250669666935988</id><published>2007-07-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:49:48.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpecyo5Y5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/dZ2LnS6NWvo/s1600-h/IMG_1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706697923782642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpecyo5Y5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/dZ2LnS6NWvo/s320/IMG_1813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpec0o5Y6AI/AAAAAAAAABg/fQljvWa31H0/s1600-h/IMG_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706732283521026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpec0o5Y6AI/AAAAAAAAABg/fQljvWa31H0/s320/IMG_1815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpec2I5Y6BI/AAAAAAAAABo/rMqKFMTfq50/s1600-h/IMG_1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706758053324818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpec2I5Y6BI/AAAAAAAAABo/rMqKFMTfq50/s320/IMG_1816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is just something about girls.  It doesn't matter how far away from the camera Lucy is, most of the time she doesn't even know I grabbed the camera but as soon as I take a shot she poses for me, I have very few random shots of her not being a drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mam ma&lt;/span&gt; in front of the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoie&lt;/span&gt; refuses to wear shoes outside, and we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bark dust&lt;/span&gt; she constantly has slivers, and so she always has the tweezers  picking out her slivers.  Sometimes she asks for my help but, usually she heads off to the bathroom and sits in the hallway and this is how I find her on a daily basis.  If she can't get some out she has a major melt down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-8789250669666935988?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/8789250669666935988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=8789250669666935988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8789250669666935988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/8789250669666935988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/07/girls.html' title='girls......'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/Rpecyo5Y5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/dZ2LnS6NWvo/s72-c/IMG_1813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-1295377017100111193</id><published>2007-07-11T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:35:47.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma and grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpVoZmfIXYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/81GC8rcMNmU/s1600-h/IMG_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086086143221980546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpVoZmfIXYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/81GC8rcMNmU/s320/IMG_1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are the two that started it all.  We went to California for their 60th wedding anniversary it was so much fun.  They had a big party on the 29th with lots of friends and family, then we had a family reunion the next day.  It sure was fun so see so many cousins, aunts, uncles and family we haven't seen in a long time.  Thanks for being such great grandparents and congrats, hopefully we can do it again in 10 more years.  Love you both very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958464043936114166-1295377017100111193?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/1295377017100111193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=1295377017100111193&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1295377017100111193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/1295377017100111193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/07/grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='grandma and grandpa'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpVoZmfIXYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/81GC8rcMNmU/s72-c/IMG_1646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958464043936114166.post-5974879565015738379</id><published>2007-07-09T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:14:06.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMilmfIXRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CXesFddY8mg/s1600-h/IMG_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085446433613045010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMilmfIXRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CXesFddY8mg/s320/IMG_1318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMioWfIXSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aY5dijk9q4U/s1600-h/IMG_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085446480857685282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMioWfIXSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aY5dijk9q4U/s320/IMG_1406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMipmfIXTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZEUDt0v04Jo/s1600-h/IMG_1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085446502332521778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMipmfIXTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZEUDt0v04Jo/s320/IMG_1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMhZ2fIXQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XGk5aPifSCs/s1600-h/IMG_1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085445132237954306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMhZ2fIXQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XGk5aPifSCs/s320/IMG_1669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We will see how this one goes, sorry I forgot the pass word and just haven't had time to update. Pass around the new blog address. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the best picture I could find of the family, we had a great time at the Eastwood family reunion, there turned out to be over 75 people there it was alot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will figure out how to do the picture thing so they are in order.  The picture of Lucy and Zoie together by the tree you can almost see both of their shiners, if you didn't know any better you would think there was abuse going on they both had black eyes in the same week, what are the odds of that.  You can definatey telll they are related huh :)&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/1958464043936114166-5974879565015738379?l=lashmettgang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/feeds/5974879565015738379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958464043936114166&amp;postID=5974879565015738379&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5974879565015738379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958464043936114166/posts/default/5974879565015738379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lashmettgang.blogspot.com/2007/07/try-this-again.html' title='Try this again'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf6kX00q834/RpMilmfIXRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CXesFddY8mg/s72-c/IMG_1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
