<?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-1999266371248767413</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:45:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evans Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-6973737309749315528</id><published>2009-08-25T22:11:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:35:30.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back. For Good this time!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I have once again been a SLACKER at this blogging thing!! I actually lay in bed at night with feelings of guilt for not keeping up on it. I really don't care much if anyone reads this but someday, I want to print it and save it for my children to read. As I have mentioned before, this is my "journal" my daily/weekly record of random going-ons, thoughts and feelings. I decided last night that it is TIME to re-commit myself to certain things. I won't bore you with my long list, but blogging is one of the many. So here's to another attempt at starting something for the 15th time. Here are a few pictures from our fun-filled summer days that have now sadly come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siena and Avery got their ears pierced and no tears were shed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTDTajOrJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HRs_oZOcc7M/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTDTajOrJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HRs_oZOcc7M/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374134993671859346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTD0OBdOiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/73TI_DEALmU/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTD0OBdOiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/73TI_DEALmU/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374135557244664354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTECy6w3eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IljI1PpdAKg/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTECy6w3eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IljI1PpdAKg/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374135807666871778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Siena turned 5..Kindergarten here we come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTFoy7Qd6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7ls44b56QZo/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTFoy7Qd6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7ls44b56QZo/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374137560015599522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson found his way to her cake and helped himself. Good thing he didn't go for the giant knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTGD5XYz1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZT_HExToCIU/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTGD5XYz1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZT_HExToCIU/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374138025600667474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, we loved hanging out and relaxing at Bear Lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTG_OStNYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1ZFTnGUZfE4/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTG_OStNYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1ZFTnGUZfE4/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374139044830459266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTG-CrvVLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nr-GCYEftlA/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTG-CrvVLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nr-GCYEftlA/s400/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374139024534361266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTI7FxdlgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/B_aXbPh8Oss/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTI7FxdlgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/B_aXbPh8Oss/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374141172847318530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTI6o4KclI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YEYrLtzkAa4/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTI6o4KclI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YEYrLtzkAa4/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374141165090796114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTI5-oT-qI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8aJ5ZPsETXw/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SpTI5-oT-qI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8aJ5ZPsETXw/s400/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374141153750022818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-6973737309749315528?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6973737309749315528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=6973737309749315528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/6973737309749315528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/6973737309749315528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-for-good-this-time.html' title='I&apos;m Back. For Good this time!'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SpTDTajOrJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HRs_oZOcc7M/s72-c/IMG_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-8554172808299562139</id><published>2009-06-02T22:21:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:39:54.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out...Welcome Summer!</title><content type='html'>Summer is now in full swing and I couldn't be more excited. I actually love having the kids around all day. Maybe it's because we all stay up late and then sleep in the next morning :0)!  Little Miss Siena graduated from Preschool and Miss Avery completed the 1st grade. I can't believe how fast the year went by. I am sure the summer will be the same, but for now, I am going to enjoy every moment of every day! Most importantly, the weather has been FABULOUS so we spend most of our days outside. The girls are enrolled in swimming lessons and Bronson and I get to bask in the sunlight while we watch. I ran a 10k this past weekend with a long time friend and even though she left me in the dust, it was great to be outside and use muscles that I haven't used in a long time (a REALLY long time...or maybe even ever??). Thanks Kristin for encouraging me to register--I really did have fun! Anyhow, life is good. kids are good. Everyone is healthy and happy and summer is finally here! It doesn't get better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SiYCjN_zhTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MBRsfq1J6F0/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SiYCjN_zhTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MBRsfq1J6F0/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342960811997627698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siena's Preschool Class-Holly Berry Place 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SiYC6KjCXNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DPZ_wku7z7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SiYC6KjCXNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DPZ_wku7z7Q/s400/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342961206208650450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say Cheese! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SicHa50UByI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5n7B3armOII/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SicHa50UByI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5n7B3armOII/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343247641676613410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bronson "BEFORE" he realized what he was getting himself into...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SicH0eZSQAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IyKH8rXSM-U/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SicH0eZSQAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IyKH8rXSM-U/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343248080992092162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bronson "AFTER" he got drenched by the fountains at the Gateway! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SicIT8cgIbI/AAAAAAAAAII/Prqdk_ft16M/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SicIT8cgIbI/AAAAAAAAAII/Prqdk_ft16M/s400/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343248621634593202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Kristin after the race. I look forward to many more of those with you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-8554172808299562139?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8554172808299562139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=8554172808299562139' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/8554172808299562139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/8554172808299562139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-outwelcome-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out...Welcome Summer!'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SiYCjN_zhTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MBRsfq1J6F0/s72-c/IMG_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-8777917683683741908</id><published>2009-05-14T14:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:48:24.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful Mother's Day in Phoenix with Shane. He had to go for work and let me tag along with him. When I got back, my sweet girls both gave me presents they had made at school. Each one gave me little questionnaires that they had filled out about me. I had a good laugh at them. Here is what they said:&lt;br /&gt;Avery's:&lt;br /&gt;My mom is beautiful! She has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; hair which is long. She is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64 inches tall&lt;/span&gt; and weighs &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; pounds (I wish)! Her eyes are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brown.&lt;/span&gt; My Mom's favorite food is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;healthy foods&lt;/span&gt; (yeah right!). Mom's favorite treat is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;roben eggs &lt;/span&gt;(that's more like it). She doesn't like it when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't cleen after my friends leve&lt;/span&gt;. My mom &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;loves to play games with my family when she has time&lt;/span&gt;. To relax, my mom &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;goes on my deke&lt;/span&gt; (deck). Something that makes my mom happy is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;when I take care of my sister and brother.&lt;/span&gt; Mom, I love you so much! Happy Mother's Day! love Avery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siena's are not so much "fill-in-the-blank" answers but rather a few sentences about me. She says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"My mom does not like animals...well she doesn't like dogs cause they always stink to her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Mom keeps talking and talking if someone is naughty or like rude and stuff."&lt;/span&gt; (Let me explain--lately we have had some issues  with Siena and I guess I talk to much when trying to get my point across to her that she is being rude or that her behavior is unacceptable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I don't know what my mom does when she is sad...maybe she cries and has kind of watery eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"What makes your mother laugh?-I counted to 100 today and she was really kind of excited!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"My mothers favorite book is-this book with hands and an apple on it".&lt;/span&gt; (Twilight...hilarious because I read it a year ago but she knows it is about vampires and I think that scared her)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If I could give my mom anything in the whole world I would-clean up our driveway. It has like little pieces that broke so I'd do that for her".&lt;/span&gt; (so sweet-our driveway is crumbling a bit from the weather and she sees me sweep it sometimes). And last but not least, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what does my mother like to do?-she likes to take pictures and think of me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love my girls! I am certainly not the best Mom but I am so thankful I get to practice on these two cuties.  Happy (belated) Mothers Day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-8777917683683741908?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8777917683683741908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=8777917683683741908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/8777917683683741908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/8777917683683741908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emily</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-1999266371248767413.post-764921916023648265</id><published>2009-05-03T20:19:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:16:40.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little of this..little of that.</title><content type='html'>Wow! Where has the time gone? I can't believe we are already into May. Too bad the weather here isn't cooperating with the actual season that we are supposed to be in! I am BEYOND ready for summer. So here's a little of what we have been up to....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtbOm8ta9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/HUVjQb9keAU/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtbOm8ta9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/HUVjQb9keAU/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335458490081962962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Avery celebrated her 7th Birthday on March 4th. Shane's was on the 5th of March (the day after Avery's) but he didn't want me to post a picture of him in his birthday hat..nor did he want to disclose his age- ha!~:0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtctWtd58I/AAAAAAAAAHA/t_6GPLtP0pc/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtctWtd58I/AAAAAAAAAHA/t_6GPLtP0pc/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335460117810636738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Easter in St. George! It was beautiful as you can see in the background and the kids were in heaven. Thanks Chip and Melissa for sharing your beautiful home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtdYD3SW1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/n9hNJ3DJBMw/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtdYD3SW1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/n9hNJ3DJBMw/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335460851485924178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtdnyzXWxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yGfEK3RdY8o/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtdnyzXWxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yGfEK3RdY8o/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335461121783978770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery and Siena have both been busy with dance. Siena posed for a quick picture at home before we went to the studio for official pictures with her class. Avery's little team took FIRST PLACE OVERALL in her first competition! So proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgteTnA6ozI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wjUsyk6McW0/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgteTnA6ozI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wjUsyk6McW0/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335461874533835570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, Mr. Brons got his first haircut!! Daddy got his hair cut first and then got to hold Bronson while he squirmed at the clippers. And here is the final project...IS HE SHANE OR WHAT????&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtfEaWtZkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Pai6XwVp8Vo/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SgtfEaWtZkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Pai6XwVp8Vo/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462712949171778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-764921916023648265?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/764921916023648265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=764921916023648265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/764921916023648265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/764921916023648265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-of-thislittle-of-that.html' title='Little of this..little of that.'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SgtbOm8ta9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/HUVjQb9keAU/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-2427796141601667852</id><published>2009-02-25T21:20:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:48:28.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give the boy a cookie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SaYcawjmUAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K6sMl4qYMmI/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SaYcawjmUAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K6sMl4qYMmI/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306960456939098114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SaYcama8v7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dT0ZWvoJTNs/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SaYcama8v7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dT0ZWvoJTNs/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306960454218465202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronson loves food. He eats anything I give him. He helps himself to whatever is on the floor and to be honest, I don't even vacuum much anymore!  One day last week I pulled out the flour bin and two seconds later, he was digging in for a handful. If I wouldn't have stopped him, he would have shoveled in a few more scoops! He also loves cookies (hmmm..I wonder who he gets this from?). Every now and again (ok..at least once a day) I put him in his chair and let him go to town. Unfortunately, the cookie ends up mostly in his hair (why they do that is beyond annoying) but oh well, I LOVE HIM AND I CAN'T GET ENOUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-2427796141601667852?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2427796141601667852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=2427796141601667852' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/2427796141601667852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/2427796141601667852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-boy-cookie.html' title='Give the boy a cookie!'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SaYcawjmUAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K6sMl4qYMmI/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-4249972565987504315</id><published>2009-02-08T21:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:49:37.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Bronson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SY-1koVJXCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s1J_gWmFryY/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SY-1koVJXCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s1J_gWmFryY/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300654927344393250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SY-1kStiNYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/skgJkPWVkfs/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SY-1kStiNYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/skgJkPWVkfs/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300654921541105026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SY-1kN6eNsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c8toEjLOy1U/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SY-1kN6eNsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c8toEjLOy1U/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300654920253191874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our little Baby "B" turned 1 on the 28th of January! I can't believe how fast time has gone by. It seems like yesterday that I was in the hospital having him. He is beyond adorable in our eyes and we just can't get enough of him! He is so "kissable" and the best part is he loves to be "loved on." He is VERY MUCH a momma's boy (which I will relish in, for however long it lasts) and he is even beginning to love the "mauling" from his sisters. I look forward to watching him grow and feel so blessed to be his Momma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-4249972565987504315?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4249972565987504315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=4249972565987504315' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/4249972565987504315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/4249972565987504315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-1st-birthday-bronson.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Bronson!'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SY-1koVJXCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s1J_gWmFryY/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-3850942012481702298</id><published>2009-01-20T11:15:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:38:08.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SYpsAgjPjTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/s1nWAKqSYlM/s1600-h/2533672285_793bf4e2aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SYpsAgjPjTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/s1nWAKqSYlM/s320/2533672285_793bf4e2aa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299166667548364082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worries. Lots of them. So many that I can't sleep at times. I hate them. They are like cancer -- tiny little infected cells that swirl and dominate. I worry about life, my kids, my husband, money, health, others who are struggling, the economy, our new President, my messy car, my varicose veins, things I should be doing or haven't done...etc. etc..etc.! And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CRAZY ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;, I even worry about other people who are worrying! A few months ago when I was "worrying" a good friend stopped by to visit one day. Summer is a Psychologist and works with crazy people like me who can't seem to shut the worry button off. I asked her for some advice and she told me that I need to use some coping methods. She suggested I get out of bed (when worrying at night) and make a list of all my worries. She told me to write down those items that can be "controlled" and mark them with a "C" for control. Then, mark those that I cannot change or control with an "NC" for "no control".&lt;br /&gt;With those items that cannot be changed, you have to find a strategy where you release the worry and send it away for good. Summer told me that you have to train your mind to let go of them for good, simply because there is nothing you can do about them (besides worry--go figure)! SO, I have decided to do just as she said. I am going to write all my worries and fears down on a balloon and send them off into the big blue sky. Just like that-- I am going to let them disappear into the heavens never to return again. I thought I would just throw this post out there because if any of you drive by tomorrow and I am standing in my driveway with a couple dozen balloons in my hands, you will now know exactly what I am doing! It is time to let them go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-3850942012481702298?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3850942012481702298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=3850942012481702298' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/3850942012481702298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/3850942012481702298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/worries.html' title='Worries.'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SYpsAgjPjTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/s1nWAKqSYlM/s72-c/2533672285_793bf4e2aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-6658710224721927933</id><published>2009-01-20T10:01:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:08:58.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Car = Messy Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXYR3yU5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tdDvu8zdtOM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXYR3yU5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tdDvu8zdtOM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293438062120485746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my day to carpool the kids to school. I pick up a sweet little boy named Hunter. He is very talkative and always likes to tell me about his day and/or offer advice (whether I want to hear it or not). Well, today he kindly told me that my car needed some attention and just so you all know...this wasn't the first time. He said, "you have 3 kids...and we have 4. Our car is always clean and yours isn't. Why can't you keep your clean?" For some reason (maybe because I am ultra emotional lately) it kind of hit me like a sock in the stomach. This time, rather than blowing him off, I cried the whole way home and realized that he is right. It needs some attention and so does every other "messy" thing in my life. My car is a mess, my house is a mess, my purse is a mess (I seriously can't even find my keys half the time)...the kids toys need organizing, I need to pack away Bronson's baby clothes and clean out his drawers, the garage could use some work, I shoved Christmas decorations in the storage room rather than stacking them up neatly, my closet is in need of a MAJOR overhall and on and on and on! So--today, I have committed to myself to make a change. Here is my plan of attack. Every day (except Saturday and Sunday because at some point I need a day where life can just be "messy") I will clean/organize one room, closet, drawer, cupboard, purse, etc. And with that being said, maybe in the next month or so, I will have my life back in check. I really do hate it when things are a mess and it takes me 20 minutes longer to find something (like keys or a binky). So--today, I am going to start with the car. I pick up the kids at 3:00 and by then, I will have the thing sparkling clean inside and out! The ultimate test will be to see if I can keep it clean until Thursday which is the next time I drive! (p.s. the picture at the top is not my car...although it looks pretty close to that...LOL)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-6658710224721927933?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6658710224721927933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=6658710224721927933' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/6658710224721927933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/6658710224721927933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/messy-car-messy-life.html' title='Messy Car = Messy Life!'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SXYR3yU5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tdDvu8zdtOM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-7940367403041858731</id><published>2009-01-19T22:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:49:36.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While you were out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjBizEuyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8FGMjBc3yvo/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjBizEuyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8FGMjBc3yvo/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293245815215930146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjBUFbWkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9Asj8ch8VLk/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjBUFbWkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9Asj8ch8VLk/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293245811266378306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjBC6phII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/128exqzGCv0/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjBC6phII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/128exqzGCv0/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293245806657766530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjA53fNFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zoa6d6vr2sg/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjA53fNFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zoa6d6vr2sg/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293245804228588626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjArzPBSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/omuVDDUWt7s/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjArzPBSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/omuVDDUWt7s/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293245800452654370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I recall, there once was a show on HGTV called "While you were out" (who knows...it may still be on)! Anyhow, the basis of the show is where you "do over" a room while your significant other is "out". Well--Shane had a business trip from Sunday to Wednesday last week and since October, he has been telling me that he would like to decorate his office a bit. So--guess who got a wild hair while he was gone? ME! With the help of my good friend Brittany, we did a quick makeover and added a few things to spice up his room! Too bad I didn't hide a camera in the room to see his shock when he walked in! He called me right away and was blown away! The kids and I popped in today (Monday) to take some pictures. I wish I had the "before" pics. Just picture bare walls all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-7940367403041858731?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7940367403041858731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=7940367403041858731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/7940367403041858731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/7940367403041858731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-you-were-out.html' title='While you were out...'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SXVjBizEuyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8FGMjBc3yvo/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-623601841653308092</id><published>2009-01-04T22:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:41:51.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Delivered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0IBQsSoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Xo9yx08umfI/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0IBQsSoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Xo9yx08umfI/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289535074728692354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0H2eIbaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k2EbqXIwBt0/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0H2eIbaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k2EbqXIwBt0/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289535071832272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0HfmsRXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qBQTrv7nAjM/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0HfmsRXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qBQTrv7nAjM/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289535065694160242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0HJSMn6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RcqErl8kHLU/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0HJSMn6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RcqErl8kHLU/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289535059702620066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0GwOt02I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0zZVkXn5lcA/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0GwOt02I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0zZVkXn5lcA/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289535052977132386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it's officially over and I can't believe how fast the time has gone between Christmas and New Year's. We had a wonderful Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Avery and Siena woke up to a couch full of presents and Bronson's pile wasn't too shabby either! The girls got their collectable "Adora" dolls, new sled's, games, coloring books, barbie houses, barbie legos, pixos and fun presents from the Grandparents. Sure enough, we have already lost a piece or two to the new game, and the dolls hair has been combed through one to many times (they look like they've been to the salon and greased up with Daddy's hair gel)! Oh well, I guess that is what they are for right??..no need to sit on the shelf and collect dust! Anyhow, we had a great holiday and enjoyed every moment with family and friends. As you can see in the first picture, Bronson has officially graduated to a "Big Boy" car seat! Woohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-623601841653308092?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/623601841653308092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=623601841653308092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/623601841653308092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/623601841653308092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/santa-delivered.html' title='Santa Delivered!'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SWg0IBQsSoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Xo9yx08umfI/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-7470981314667342092</id><published>2008-12-14T22:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:31:33.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SUXrOhDBx-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/B6ftcA1LtJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SUXrOhDBx-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/B6ftcA1LtJ8/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279884772783540194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is..Adora Dolls (Avery and Siena's request) and Bronson needs a new car seat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-7470981314667342092?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7470981314667342092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=7470981314667342092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/7470981314667342092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/7470981314667342092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SUXrOhDBx-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/B6ftcA1LtJ8/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-154482120138259331</id><published>2008-12-14T22:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:25:31.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay ride anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SUXqQ-pJScI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jb7PNHxqR0E/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/SUXqQ-pJScI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jb7PNHxqR0E/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279883715576154562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to say the least, Bronson wasn't too excited about getting all bundled up for a hay ride! We buttoned him up in Shane's coat and he DID NOT like being confined!! He is turning into a very little busy boy and wants to be down on the ground crawling around. However, once the wagon took off and he starting seeing all the pretty lights, he finally relaxed:0)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-154482120138259331?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/154482120138259331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=154482120138259331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/154482120138259331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/154482120138259331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/hay-ride-anyone.html' title='Hay ride anyone?'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/SUXqQ-pJScI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jb7PNHxqR0E/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999266371248767413.post-670599209687831150</id><published>2008-12-07T14:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:43:25.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Sweet Sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/STxLZxYW0SI/AAAAAAAAADM/XSZsQVwa0Rg/s1600-h/DSC_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G820DHU92TE/STxLZxYW0SI/AAAAAAAAADM/XSZsQVwa0Rg/s320/DSC_1160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277175769495687458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Everyone...so I am officially a blogger! YEAH!! I am going to try to keep up on this so my sister Laura who lives in Cleveland can keep tabs on me and my little family. Laura arrived with Cole on the 9th of November and I think we wore them all out! We filled every second with activities (Thanksgiving Point, Movies, a 60th Birthday Bash for Mom, lunch's galore, and an awesome photo-shoot)! Hopefully (Laura) you are now enjoying a little R &amp; R at home in Cleveland. I am already in withdrawl and looking forward to your next arrival (possibly in March before the baby comes in May?). We love you Laura, Trent and Cole. Thanks for the good times! P.S. Who was your photographer in the above picture? She did a great job :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999266371248767413-670599209687831150?l=ohmyevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/feeds/670599209687831150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1999266371248767413&amp;postID=670599209687831150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/670599209687831150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999266371248767413/posts/default/670599209687831150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-my-sweet-sister.html' title='Goodbye My Sweet Sister!'/><author><name>Emily</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/_G820DHU92TE/STxLZxYW0SI/AAAAAAAAADM/XSZsQVwa0Rg/s72-c/DSC_1160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
