<?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-2763974716088182731</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:47:22.360-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='eric'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Savannah Speaks'/><category term='Rambles'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='Funny Things'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='st george'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='kind acts'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Olivia'/><category term='flashback friday'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Savannah'/><category term='play'/><category term='family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='outings'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pink</title><subtitle type='html'>Eric and Natalie just trying to keep up with two girls.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-9146702586346130072</id><published>2009-12-25T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:00:19.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SzV8PrsdPDI/AAAAAAAABFo/5hu_wfktT9k/s1600-h/DSC_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419374335479331890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SzV8PrsdPDI/AAAAAAAABFo/5hu_wfktT9k/s400/DSC_1779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-9146702586346130072?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9146702586346130072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=9146702586346130072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9146702586346130072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9146702586346130072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SzV8PrsdPDI/AAAAAAAABFo/5hu_wfktT9k/s72-c/DSC_1779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7326796143679324331</id><published>2009-12-08T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:45:31.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah's Prayer</title><content type='html'>We recently started being more dedicated about family home evening.  Eric will usually read a story from the friend and we will sing a song.  Eric says he loves the solo practice.   We always start the event out with a prayer. Usually for family prayer, Eric and I take turns.  The kids really dont want to... so we were suprised with Savannah volunteered to say the prayer.  Eric and I couldn't stop laughing after she said it. So cute and so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heavenly Father,  Thanks you so much for family home evening. We love it so much.  We wish it was everynight.  We believe in Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and   (there was something else...)  In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the part about the tooth fairy, since we havent had a visit yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7326796143679324331?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7326796143679324331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7326796143679324331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7326796143679324331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7326796143679324331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/savannahs-prayer.html' title='Savannah&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-9193849502271176446</id><published>2009-11-03T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:46:07.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah as Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEFmucU0II/AAAAAAAABEw/2Vcuzd3Mxg0/s1600-h/hair+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEFmucU0II/AAAAAAAABEw/2Vcuzd3Mxg0/s1600-h/hair+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400101851707742002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEEBe34FzI/AAAAAAAABEo/rjrA0HOS9ao/s320/halloween+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Savannah as Kit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had decided that Savannah needed a haircut. I checked to the Locks of Love website to see what the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;length&lt;/span&gt; is that she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; need to be able to donate it. She would need 10 inches. I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; sure about it. I asked her how she would feel about cutting all her hair off to donate to a sick kid so that they could have hair. Her first response was no. I left it at that. I figure she is old enough to make her own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. I did tell her that she was getting a hair cut no matter what. So I started thinking 4 or 5 inches. She woke up this morning and said that she wanted hair like Kit's. Kit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kitridge&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; girl doll. WOW!! I am not sure that I could handle that. I am not a short hair person. I had short hair all through college and well, I really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like doing thick short hair. So we went to Monica's and she did it. She put her hair in 2 ponies and cut. It was crazy! Savannah is so excited about it. She is telling everyone to look at her new hair do. She is way sassy! She also looks so much older. I will miss ponytails and buns in her hair but if she is anything like me, her hair will grow back. And it will do it fast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400101838233520962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEEAsrXy0I/AAAAAAAABEY/1qGCIh3e_ZI/s320/halloween+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400101833154543842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEEAZwcwOI/AAAAAAAABEQ/-0hkx9UPM1A/s320/halloween+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400101847356218146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEEBOqZGyI/AAAAAAAABEg/rksIujr5Phg/s320/halloween+015.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400104857407018386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEGwb-bVZI/AAAAAAAABFI/4Xfd3KbTjxA/s320/hair+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400104459200696466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEGZQipEJI/AAAAAAAABFA/Q3Xnkes29uQ/s320/hair+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-9193849502271176446?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9193849502271176446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=9193849502271176446' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9193849502271176446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9193849502271176446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/savannah-as-kit.html' title='Savannah as Kit'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SvEEBe34FzI/AAAAAAAABEo/rjrA0HOS9ao/s72-c/halloween+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-3989047338561283840</id><published>2009-10-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:05:06.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Conversations</title><content type='html'>Last night, while eric was frying the taco shells for dinner. (It is Taco Tuesday and he prefers the way that he frys them.)  The girls were getting crazy and antsy.  They love tacos and couldnt wait for dinner.  We decided to play   I Spy.  It was a great diversion and the girls loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were eating this conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah:  "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Matilda Jane Finkweiler"&lt;br /&gt;Olivia:  "Noooo,  you are mom!"  She was very emphatic about this.&lt;br /&gt;S: "No you are natalie"&lt;br /&gt;Eric:  "I am Bob"&lt;br /&gt;Natalie:  " We are Bob and Matilda Jane Finkweiler."&lt;br /&gt;Both Girls:  " No, you are Eric and Natalie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really fun for Olivia to be learning our names and being so expressive in the things she believes. Savannah is just sassy.  Plain and Simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-3989047338561283840?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3989047338561283840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=3989047338561283840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3989047338561283840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3989047338561283840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinner-conversations.html' title='Dinner Conversations'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-9060214034218831328</id><published>2009-10-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:39:42.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock Of Her Life!</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a few months....9 to be exact but who's counting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told the funniest story this past weekend and had to share.  Eric's Grandma Zoe is 94 (or something) years old. She lived in a care center the past year until Alan and April (Eric's brother and sister in law) fixed up their basement for her. It is a really nice basement apartment complete with elevator.  They are awesome to take her in. Grandma Zoe has been cranky for the past 5 years.  Everyone has had a hard time being with her. She complains and is grouchy unless she has her "magic" pill.  So Grandma has been living with Alan and April. She has been in a great mood but she is just a little crazy and says funny things. This is her recent funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April's kids have sewing and cooking lessons on Fridays, so she has a family member come into feed Grandma lunch and make sure she takes her afternoon pill. (This is a necessity!!)  So last Friday it was Molly's turn to go and be with Grandma. Her daughter Marie was playing with a picture of Savannah as a baby. Grandma was shocked that it was her picture, but that got her talking about our last visit when my girls were playng with Alan on the floor. She said how Alan is not a very big guy and either is Eric, but Darren (Eric's Twin)  is a big guy.  Molly replied how funny it was since Eric and Darren were twins that they were so different.  A few minutes later, Grandma said wait... Eric and Darren are twins. She goes on to say how they have kept this a secret from her for 40 years and why would they do this to me. How could they not tell me, on and on.....    Molly left and April came home and Grandma told April that she had the "Shock of a Lifetime!"  Eric and Darren are twins!!   When Alan came home from work that night, he set her straight that she probably just forgot. She told me all about it yesterday as well. How they kept this a secret from her and how she tended the kids all the time and never told her.  Funny Grandma!!!!   I just couldn't imagine how they kept this a secret from Grandma for 33 years.  Did they just show up with 2 babies and say that maybe one is the neighbors or was left on the doorstep!!!  We all had a good laugh at this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;I did tell Laurel (eric's mom) about this and she was flabbergasted. She said that when they told Grandma, she was expecting twins, Grandma said this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.  Getting old is rough. I am just happy that Grandma is so much more enjoyable to be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-9060214034218831328?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9060214034218831328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=9060214034218831328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9060214034218831328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9060214034218831328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2009/10/shock-of-her-life.html' title='Shock Of Her Life!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2478803905493941124</id><published>2009-01-30T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:59:13.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quirky Savannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SYMmLQ4Hh0I/AAAAAAAABD4/aeDx3hUUuA8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297119561668593474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SYMmLQ4Hh0I/AAAAAAAABD4/aeDx3hUUuA8/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few things that Savannah does that makes me laugh. She is just so particular sometimes that I try to hold in the laughter and then I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going down the stairs, she will not step on the third stair. She says it is on fire. Watching her reach her little legs from step 2 to 4 makes me laugh. Or get me mad when I am behind her and just want to get down the stairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have 16" slate floor in our kitchen. She will only step on certain tile because of alligators. She gets mad at me when I step on the alligators or she fears my life. Haven't quite figured that out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She calls crayons, coloring crayons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thinks her middle name is Pumpernickel. For real. Ask her but don't laugh. I think it is cute and don't want her to give it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She calls Ayden McRae her boyfriend. Not sure why they only play together once in a while. And then they don't really play together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She also calls her cousin Jamison her boyfriend. Can't figure that one out either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She just tried to give duck away to her friend Ellie. I stopped that, (mean mom!) duck was second child to me for too long to have me watch him go to another family and I don't think Cami needs him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thinks her birthday is soon. And she will be all grown up at 5. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She asks for cereal with milk since I usually give it to her in a bag. I hate the spilled milk. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She handed me an apple as I was walking out the door last night and told me that apples are healthy snacks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked her how she got so smart and she told me her teachers at school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She calls my mom Grandma Andi. She is the only grandkid to do that. It started because my dad was calling my mom by her name and Savannah corrected him. She told him her name was Grandma. After that it stuck. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she asks for chips and cheese, I know she is talking about nachos. She gets really mad when I order and call them nachos.  She corrects me every time.   But she loves them. Oh and she prefers them from Taco Bell, not del taco.  (Thanks Sara!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are more and I will add them as I remember them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2478803905493941124?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2478803905493941124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2478803905493941124' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2478803905493941124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2478803905493941124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-quirky-savannah.html' title='My Quirky Savannah'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SYMmLQ4Hh0I/AAAAAAAABD4/aeDx3hUUuA8/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1284742004200075743</id><published>2009-01-23T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:22:50.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the Draper Temple!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our Stake's Day to volunteer at the Draper Temple. Eric was an usher in the morning.  From 7 am to 11 am. He was the man who would great you after coming out of the tunnel into the Stake Center.  It wasn't real busy for him so it was kind of boring.  Our assignment was to clean the temple from 10 pm to Midnight. At first, I have to admit I was a little sad. I wanted a cool usher job or something else. I got over that real fast. I loved our job! It was so much fun to be in the temple and just be able to wander around. We were assigned our job last. We got to empty all the little garbage cans in the whole temple. We basically had to search out all the little garbage cans. And there are a lot of them! and they hide!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about the Draper Temple. It will be our temple and I cant wait to go to it after it is dedicated. The Celestial Room is so beautiful. If though it is not dedicated you can feel the spirit and know what a special place that it is. The most fun part of the night was that we got to wear jeans! In the temple! This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; an experience.  We are so blessed to have a temple so close to us and just for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also brought back a memory for me when we first moved into the Crescent 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ward, we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to clean the Jordan River Temple. It was a lot more work being just a busy temple. You had to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; and we had to change our clothes into white clothing. I remember this as a time I got to know more people in a new ward. We met the Wells and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McRae's&lt;/span&gt; that night. I remember being so jealous of Charlene's hearing aids. We were using the beater brush on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; to clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;upholstery&lt;/span&gt; and it was so loud!! She just turn off her "hearing" and went on her way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1284742004200075743?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1284742004200075743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1284742004200075743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1284742004200075743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1284742004200075743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning-draper-temple.html' title='Cleaning the Draper Temple!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2248254518969078395</id><published>2008-12-22T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:40:46.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>camera battery</title><content type='html'>We found the battery. Well, Eric found the battery. It was in the glove compartment of the car from our trip to California. Yep, exactly where I left it. I am the genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2248254518969078395?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2248254518969078395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2248254518969078395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2248254518969078395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2248254518969078395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/camera-battery.html' title='camera battery'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8882736817545868437</id><published>2008-12-19T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:21:13.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SUxVtOmgBWI/AAAAAAAABDs/Z_tVIlQB8B0/s1600-h/IMG_5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281690698500801890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SUxVtOmgBWI/AAAAAAAABDs/Z_tVIlQB8B0/s320/IMG_5513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I am so behind. Here is Halloween. Since we did Disney Trick or Treat and had a few other parties and days and days of costumes, when the actual day arrived, I was done with Halloween. It really isnt one of my favorite holidays and then to have it drag on and on was just too much for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah was Cinderella. This is actually a dress up. She wouldnt wear the one the was shiny and just a little cuter. She had to wear "the Cinderella that Ayden gave her". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia was a poodle at night and cowgirl during the day. I loved the poodle costume. Her bottom was so cute when she walked. She loved wearing this and wore it all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8882736817545868437?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8882736817545868437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8882736817545868437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8882736817545868437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8882736817545868437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SUxVtOmgBWI/AAAAAAAABDs/Z_tVIlQB8B0/s72-c/IMG_5513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-3030755192517064469</id><published>2008-12-19T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:12:41.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of blog motivation</title><content type='html'>sorry for the long and then really long hiatus. i just havent had the motivation that I would like to have. there are so many things that i want to do with my blog and at times i just dont have the time i would like to dedicate to it. so i will try harder and to post more than ever two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. what do you do if you lose your camera battery charger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-3030755192517064469?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3030755192517064469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=3030755192517064469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3030755192517064469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3030755192517064469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/lack-of-blog-motivation.html' title='lack of blog motivation'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5855336599002015488</id><published>2008-10-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:16:44.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tap tap tap</title><content type='html'>tap, tap, tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how i was woken up this morning. with a tap tap to my forehead by savannah. I opened my eyes to her and was a little surprised. i usually hear the door and am ready to get her or take her downstairs. she looks at me and says "i am chilly mom". she climbed into bed with me and she snuggled in close and she was a little chilly. it was funny. she drifted back to sleep easily. it usually takes a lot to convince her to get into bed with me in the morning so i can get a few more minutes of sleep, so i was happy that she came willingly. the taps just were funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5855336599002015488?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5855336599002015488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5855336599002015488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5855336599002015488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5855336599002015488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/tap-tap-tap.html' title='tap tap tap'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5241133087081823189</id><published>2008-09-25T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:52:24.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flip flops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SNwyPvBy0_I/AAAAAAAAAus/394AC67vNSg/s1600-h/IMG_5220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250126511510574066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SNwyPvBy0_I/AAAAAAAAAus/394AC67vNSg/s320/IMG_5220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SNwyPtMkVKI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QUE35SNR9QI/s1600-h/IMG_5222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250126511018890402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SNwyPtMkVKI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QUE35SNR9QI/s320/IMG_5222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric is gone visiting his grandma and he took savannah with him. I am just hanging with Olivia. She found a pair of flip flops of Savannah's and put them on. It was so cute. I then remembered a pair I bought Savannah and went to go and get them. They fit perfectly. She was so proud that she was wearing flip flops. So cute! Of course she was walking a little funny but still cute! Ignore the dirty shirt and messy hair. We had a day off here. We did nothing but stay home. It was a great day! OH and I got to be the lucky one to clean the toilets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5241133087081823189?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5241133087081823189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5241133087081823189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5241133087081823189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5241133087081823189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/flip-flops.html' title='flip flops'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SNwyPvBy0_I/AAAAAAAAAus/394AC67vNSg/s72-c/IMG_5220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2795988178589871808</id><published>2008-09-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:40:13.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>debit card</title><content type='html'>okay. here is a post. it not a positive one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was checking the answering machine. something, i rarely do. in fact, i hate to do it. the first message was an automated call from my bank asking is recent charges to my debit card were okay. stop. wait. no more messages listened to. signed on to my account. something i usually do everyday but knew that i hadn't used my card, so i wasn't worried. sure enough. someone had been using my card. there were several charges for small amounts. we are talking like $2.49. called my bank and stopped my card. (dad having private banking seriously rocks! i didn't have to wait on the phone and i got to talk to a person!) anyway....nathan at the bank stopped a few other questionable charges. so then i had to file a police report. and then sign an affidavit to the key explaining things. seriously, the total was less than $100. OK. I couldn't believe it. I was so happy to have caught this but seriously, $100. I was lucky or the thief was really stupid. I always thought you should go big or go home. After talking to the banker and the police officer, they seemed to think it happened at a resturant or a fast food place.  my card out of sight and they copied the numbers. all the charges were online and they had my code on the back. crazy huh? I actually called one of the places and i bet you can guess what our thief bought. PORN! Yep, porn. SO happy that I was able to help with that. The officer I talked with also said that it almost happened to her at taco time. the girl who tried it with her didn't know she was a cop. Nice. So that was yesterday! Crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2795988178589871808?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2795988178589871808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2795988178589871808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2795988178589871808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2795988178589871808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/debit-card.html' title='debit card'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8729085417474160449</id><published>2008-09-18T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:25:56.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes...</title><content type='html'>i have made a few changes hopefully soon i will update you on the entire summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8729085417474160449?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8729085417474160449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8729085417474160449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8729085417474160449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8729085417474160449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/changes.html' title='changes...'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7652921145890926024</id><published>2008-08-20T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:30:07.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lasterday</title><content type='html'>lasterday-savannah's word for talking about things that happened the day before. Most people would use the word yesterday, at our house it is lasterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use in a sentence: I went with aunt kris to watch lexi play soccer, lasterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has also begun calling kris, aunt kris and paul, uncle paul. kind of funny. for some strange reason they are the only ones with titles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7652921145890926024?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7652921145890926024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7652921145890926024' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7652921145890926024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7652921145890926024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/lasterday.html' title='lasterday'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-9167484218584698571</id><published>2008-08-16T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:11:47.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cucumber pumpernickel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eric&lt;/span&gt; has called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;savannah&lt;/span&gt; a funny little name for a while. He likes to call her Savannah Pumpernickel. It is funny. For a long time she would just laugh, now when you ask her what her middle name is she will answer Pumpernickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a conversation that happened one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: How is my cute little Savannah Cucumber?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: I'm not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: You're not  a vegetable. How come?&lt;br /&gt;S: I have feet. Vegetables don't have feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah continues to amazes us with the funny little things she says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-9167484218584698571?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9167484218584698571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=9167484218584698571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9167484218584698571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9167484218584698571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/cucumber-pumpernickel.html' title='Cucumber pumpernickel'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-6963802682345481759</id><published>2008-08-08T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:55:12.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>while you wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SJzOrGp3b3I/AAAAAAAAAug/8DnyVYKffDY/s1600-h/IMG_5105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232284107013582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SJzOrGp3b3I/AAAAAAAAAug/8DnyVYKffDY/s400/IMG_5105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while you are waiting for a much needed update. here is a picture of girls. enjoy. thanks for your patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-6963802682345481759?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6963802682345481759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=6963802682345481759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6963802682345481759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6963802682345481759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-you-wait.html' title='while you wait'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SJzOrGp3b3I/AAAAAAAAAug/8DnyVYKffDY/s72-c/IMG_5105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2059893700474079927</id><published>2008-08-05T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:41:49.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>savannah's 4!</title><content type='html'>Savannah turned 4 a two weeks ago! I am a little lazy on blogging these days so I never got to it. She was so excited to turn 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2059893700474079927?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2059893700474079927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2059893700474079927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2059893700474079927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2059893700474079927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/savannahs-4.html' title='savannah&apos;s 4!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-3189590922648553198</id><published>2008-07-31T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:41:34.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Last week, Savannah celebrated her 4th birthday! It was a very busy day!! Looking back just gives me a headache and I need time to catch my breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her special day started with pancake with a few of her friends. It was a Monday and I kept it small. I didn't know how much I could handle. It was a good idea. She has been talking about her birthday for about 3 or 4 months. Everynight she will go to bed the oriental trading company party catalog and dream about what she will have at her party. She went through a few various themes and then decided on a princess party. It was a crazy time. It rained that morning and was so humid (for utah) and it was hot. Lucky for me I have 2 great sisters and a mom who came and helped me out. They were complete lifesavers!! I am glad that decided to only have "friend" parties every other year like I had growing up. That kind of chaos really needs to be controlled and in small doses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris and I then went to McD's where there was another child's party already in progress. We thought we were safe going at 11 am. No such luck! It was crowded and really noisy. And don't get me started on the lunatics that park themselves in the play area with a group of 10 adults and one older childer. Come on people! Get a clue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Kris as soon as her friend Cami arrived. Not because I don't like Cami but because I had to take olivia to the doctor. She had a pussy goopy eye the day before and then her ear looked like ear wax had exploded. She was in a great mood so I was sure she wasn't sick. I explained to the doctor and he agreed with me. Olivia was happy and playing. well, i should say he agreed with me until he looked at her ear! Yep, super infected. He pulled out a big wad of ear wax and puss. So much for me knowing my kid. By the way, Danielle totally called it. She said it was a secondary infection in the eye and an ear infection. Seriously, smarty pants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the dr's office. It took a record 35 minutes. Seriously, I love fast appointments. Met kris just as she was leaving McD's and took Savannah. Filled Olivia's RX and then went to Harmon's. Olivia took a long nap and Savannah was over hyped up on birthday excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to begin preparations for Party #2. Eric's sister's Birthday is the same day. So I usually do a party at my m om's and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-3189590922648553198?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3189590922648553198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=3189590922648553198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3189590922648553198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3189590922648553198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/savannahs-birthday.html' title='Savannah&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4886217075313856609</id><published>2008-07-29T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:38:19.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am back</title><content type='html'>sorry for the break. my mind was on summer break. forgive me, kat. i know you need to read all about me everyday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4886217075313856609?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4886217075313856609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4886217075313856609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4886217075313856609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4886217075313856609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-back.html' title='i am back'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4688679959526706789</id><published>2008-07-29T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:39:14.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>five things</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt; and Lisa. Their tags were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; but not the same. Here it goes, try not to get too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cerritos&lt;/span&gt;, California (until I was 3)&lt;br /&gt;Draper, Utah (before it was cool to live in draper!)&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, Utah (currently, before I was married, high school and middle school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; Delta Chapter House, U of U. (I won't call it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slc&lt;/span&gt;, since it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a city all it own!)&lt;br /&gt;South Jordan, Utah (first 2 years of marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was stretching it. Basically I have just live in Dandy forever! That is Draper and Sandy put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks that I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jorgensen&lt;/span&gt; Home made ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Julia's cupcakes (the frosting is pure heaven!)&lt;br /&gt;chewy sprees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Habits that I have:&lt;br /&gt;Always wanting to give people makeovers. I never actually ask I just want to make them pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Too much diet coke (the fact that I know the sonic girl is a big sign of that!)&lt;br /&gt;talking all the time&lt;br /&gt;buying way too much fabric&lt;br /&gt;staying up late (this is a problem when your hubby goes to bed at 9pm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;returns&lt;br /&gt;clean house&lt;br /&gt;shower&lt;br /&gt;spend time at pool&lt;br /&gt;call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 goals:&lt;br /&gt;to be a great mother&lt;br /&gt;lose weight (i just want to fit into my jeans!)&lt;br /&gt;keep the house clean for more than 1 day&lt;br /&gt;finish book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; this year&lt;br /&gt;finish apron project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I was a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;travel&lt;br /&gt;shop&lt;br /&gt;donate&lt;br /&gt;bigger house&lt;br /&gt;create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs that I have had:&lt;br /&gt;capitol roofing 14 years. (I am not going to list all that I did there i was there a long time!)&lt;br /&gt;parade of home when I was 14 handing out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;flyer's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that is it. pretty lame. i did interview at discover card once. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;amy&lt;/span&gt;, molly, anyone else. not sure who hasn't done this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4688679959526706789?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4688679959526706789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4688679959526706789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4688679959526706789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4688679959526706789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-things.html' title='five things'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-447069700579180639</id><published>2008-07-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:09:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>signing and talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGpWwdstz6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/ZC-bqsypAj4/s1600-h/img_4760+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078508868030370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGpWwdstz6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/ZC-bqsypAj4/s400/img_4760+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia is now 16 months old. She is very developed in her personality. She can only talk a little but she definetly gets her point across. We have been watching baby signing times in the car and I think it is working. It is so much nicer to listen to the songs then dora or some other annoying kids show. Here are a few of the things she can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;milk (mil)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;please (pease)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;more (mo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;hat (ha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;bee (pacificer or binky)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;uh-huh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;da dad (daddY"S GIRL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;she also kind of spits out words here there. She loves to chatter. I can never understand her but she acts like you are totally having a conversation with her. She will also shake her head and nod if she wants something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, I was putting her to bed and I wanted to find out what she knew. She gave me kisses and hugs on demand. When she hugs she makes the oohhh sound. She will give high fives (but not on demand). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is amazing just how much she is growing. She is learning everyday and it is so wonderful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-447069700579180639?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/447069700579180639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=447069700579180639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/447069700579180639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/447069700579180639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/signing-and-talking.html' title='signing and talking'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGpWwdstz6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/ZC-bqsypAj4/s72-c/img_4760+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1487605908792803992</id><published>2008-06-25T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:22:43.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recital rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMYB9eLJI/AAAAAAAAAts/-seEtzvl_2M/s1600-h/IMG_4791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215885662919470226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMYB9eLJI/AAAAAAAAAts/-seEtzvl_2M/s200/IMG_4791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMZjnY_MI/AAAAAAAAAt0/x33jOtd-kec/s1600-h/IMG_4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215885689133530306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMZjnY_MI/AAAAAAAAAt0/x33jOtd-kec/s200/IMG_4797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMaLObGJI/AAAAAAAAAt8/cAhYRScGtno/s1600-h/IMG_4799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215885699766229138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMaLObGJI/AAAAAAAAAt8/cAhYRScGtno/s200/IMG_4799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMawg7SqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/s3ZfnRyJXts/s1600-h/IMG_4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215885709775948450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMawg7SqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/s3ZfnRyJXts/s200/IMG_4798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMac9vPgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wTLq_uWW0hE/s1600-h/IMG_4802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215885704528084482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMac9vPgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wTLq_uWW0hE/s200/IMG_4802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dress rehearsal for savannah's dance recital was kind of funny. they were the first class to do perform. the first time the girls danced amazing, only problem was the music was off. the second time. well, the second time was not so hot. the music was not the problem. savannah was the problem. she was having a small meltdown. ricki, another dancer, always led the girls onto the stage. she was number 1. and savannah figured since they take turns that it was her turn to be number one. so she was crying the whole second run through. i didn't know what the problem was until after the incident. she cried about it for a while. the whole next day (tuesday) i prepped her that she was not 1 but 3 or 4 but not 1. so she was ready for that. I guess what happened at the recital just goes to show you that kids are aware of things and they (especially savannah) like to have things as consistant as possible.  Oh and I forgot her ballet shoes. In all the excitement to get packed up and over to juan diego, I left them sitting on the counter. Funny thing is that I never forgot shoes the entire year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1487605908792803992?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1487605908792803992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1487605908792803992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1487605908792803992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1487605908792803992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/recital-rehearsal.html' title='recital rehearsal'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGKMYB9eLJI/AAAAAAAAAts/-seEtzvl_2M/s72-c/IMG_4791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5047444121008516264</id><published>2008-06-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:25:32.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random pictures</title><content type='html'>I love to take pictures of my girls. I have so many. Here are a few from the last month. Livvy is getting so big!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwsMGkwWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/F2L1L-lW7tE/s1600-h/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855222913810786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwsMGkwWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/F2L1L-lW7tE/s200/IMG_0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwsv-e5vI/AAAAAAAAAtM/iAw8guPf7bU/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855232543549170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwsv-e5vI/AAAAAAAAAtM/iAw8guPf7bU/s200/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwtEtVagI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0wM3i9-6Rqg/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855238108768770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwtEtVagI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0wM3i9-6Rqg/s200/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwtW4-LWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eSpQBPfszvU/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855242989415778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwtW4-LWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eSpQBPfszvU/s200/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwtw9eJvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wc6B75rOhEg/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855249987610354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwtw9eJvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wc6B75rOhEg/s200/IMG_1071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2763974716088182731-5047444121008516264?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5047444121008516264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5047444121008516264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5047444121008516264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5047444121008516264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-pictures.html' title='random pictures'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJwsMGkwWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/F2L1L-lW7tE/s72-c/IMG_0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1995012700004269065</id><published>2008-06-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:05:35.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading</title><content type='html'>I love to read. I read most anything. I love to get lost in a book. Both my parents are readers. Eric is a reader. (that is a whole other post!) As a teenager during hay fever season, I would just lay inside and read.  A few weeks ago, much to my surprise. The house was quiet. That is usually the scariest sound to a mother. It means that trouble is brewing. I run upstairs to see this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJr_m7PnBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Lt5GOJTYjnk/s1600-h/IMG_0947+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215850058973420562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJr_m7PnBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Lt5GOJTYjnk/s400/IMG_0947+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great sight for a mom to see. I was so excited. I ran to grab my camera so I could capture this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1995012700004269065?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1995012700004269065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1995012700004269065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1995012700004269065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1995012700004269065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/reading.html' title='reading'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJr_m7PnBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Lt5GOJTYjnk/s72-c/IMG_0947+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-6510064551768724918</id><published>2008-06-25T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:12:04.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance recital</title><content type='html'>Last night was Savannah's first dance recital. It was a lot fun and hard to work to get to this point. It is amazing to see how much she has grown in the last year. She began in August and really she has progressed beyond what I thought she would do.  Back to the recital. Let's just say that it will be a memory that we will not forget.  Here is the play by play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to start out by saying, I think they were supposed to go before they went. Another mom could see them lined up and then a few other acts went a head of them. Not sure why and well I could only imagine with this group. They really are a bunch of characters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lead out by a helper. So far so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdY0M5pyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k1P-ugNjJqY/s1600-h/img_4811+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215833999359452962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdY0M5pyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k1P-ugNjJqY/s400/img_4811+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah being put in the wrong place.  She was put on the 9 and she was not a 9. Trust me the rest of the performance shows this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdZE7YR2I/AAAAAAAAAsc/jXfCFkSg2CA/s1600-h/IMG_4815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834003849365346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdZE7YR2I/AAAAAAAAAsc/jXfCFkSg2CA/s400/IMG_4815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kind of doing the dance. She is only starting to get ticked off! One little girl has already run off the stage. Not the best start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdZd5ts4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/j0Eh9R9slB0/s1600-h/img_4816+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834010553267074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdZd5ts4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/j0Eh9R9slB0/s400/img_4816+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So then my camera chooses to take blurry pictures. But I can sum it up for you. Savannah is mad!! She kind of freezes and then looks like she wants to cry.  She knows that she is supposed to be the 4th person in. And it shows. I just wanted to run up on stage and then put her in the right spot. She really did know the dance. I will post the recital practice pictures so you can see that. Oh well, this is the first one and well she did great.&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, watching the show. Hercules was the theme. It was an amazing production and very entertaining. Savannah and Lexi completed the evening by dancing like the prima ballerinas they are by dancing in the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdaPyVU3I/AAAAAAAAAss/5ZYNaFXqY8g/s1600-h/img_4822+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834023944082290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdaPyVU3I/AAAAAAAAAss/5ZYNaFXqY8g/s400/img_4822+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show. She was cranky and hungry. She drank a whole kids sprite from mcd's in about 2 minutes. Note to self. Feed kid during recital!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdhfpK90I/AAAAAAAAAs0/smEgdMOHf4Q/s1600-h/IMG_4827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834148459706178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdhfpK90I/AAAAAAAAAs0/smEgdMOHf4Q/s400/IMG_4827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night. It was great to see that Savannah was up there and growing so fast. Thanks to all that came to support her! We missed you, Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-6510064551768724918?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6510064551768724918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=6510064551768724918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6510064551768724918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6510064551768724918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-recital.html' title='dance recital'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJdY0M5pyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k1P-ugNjJqY/s72-c/img_4811+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5598465889938310957</id><published>2008-06-25T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:51:38.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens when mom stays up too late!!</title><content type='html'>So I stayed out way too late last night. I have a habit of doing that. I went out with friends. We seem to start late. (after kids go to bed at 9 we get together at 9:30). We head for treats and such. It is always a good time and more often or not we talk and talk and talk. We really needed last night. We have A LOT to talk about. So I was tired this morning. Not up to mom duties. I played on the computer and the girls ate their cereal (out of baggies) and not much else or so I thought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks like Olivia found the bag of dum-dums left from our trip to St George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJaMqm-z9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/XlFLuSfBUxo/s1600-h/IMG_4841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215830492091174866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJaMqm-z9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/XlFLuSfBUxo/s200/IMG_4841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like she didn't want to eat them just unwrapped and taste test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJao2blxHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/wTU4DPFSfXc/s1600-h/img_4842+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215830976300958834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJao2blxHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/wTU4DPFSfXc/s200/img_4842+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't kids just wierd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5598465889938310957?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5598465889938310957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5598465889938310957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5598465889938310957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5598465889938310957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happens-when-mom-stays-up-too-late.html' title='what happens when mom stays up too late!!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SGJaMqm-z9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/XlFLuSfBUxo/s72-c/IMG_4841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-974004852304191403</id><published>2008-06-17T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:46:15.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SFgQPFmH5FI/AAAAAAAAAr0/DSUxNJKb-sU/s1600-h/img_4766+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212934420067509330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SFgQPFmH5FI/AAAAAAAAAr0/DSUxNJKb-sU/s400/img_4766+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Angie, Me, Melissa, Amber, Tori and Krissie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been said that your college friends are the friends who know you best. I couldn't agree more. I love these ladies. This is a small group compared to the whole group but it was fun to catch up with them. Amber comes in town every june. (She lives in North Carolina.) So every June, she plans a party. It is always a fun time. We just relax and talk. The kids play and have a great time. This year there was was only one exception. Eric and the kids stayed home. Eric knew that he wouldn't be able to go since we have so much going on with getting the house ready to stucco. But I was planning on going without the kids. Until Monday morning, when both kids were sick. I was so sad. Here it was a set time to see my girlfriends who I have known for years and I was sad all day long. Eric called around 4:00 and told me that he would work for a few hours and then I could go and see my friends! I was so excited! I had a great time catching up and seeing new babies! We took this picture at the end and Catherine had already left. Thanks Ladies for a great time. We miss all of you who live far away and I hope you enjoy this picture. It is always fun to see how much (or how little) people have changed! Thanks Amber ( &amp;amp; her parents!) for a great time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-974004852304191403?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/974004852304191403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=974004852304191403' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/974004852304191403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/974004852304191403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SFgQPFmH5FI/AAAAAAAAAr0/DSUxNJKb-sU/s72-c/img_4766+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7569185992049457401</id><published>2008-05-29T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:48:42.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from start to the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mom always took pictures of us on the first day of school. It was at the bus stop or later on when we carpooled, at the front door. This something I started with Savannah. I also took pictures of her with Olivia and I took simillar pictures today. I think it was be fun to see how much she has changed each year from the start of the year to the end of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WGv2DWWI/AAAAAAAAArg/DvAbW84dAE0/s1600-h/IMG_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205903999441787234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WGv2DWWI/AAAAAAAAArg/DvAbW84dAE0/s400/IMG_3047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WHP2DWXI/AAAAAAAAAro/rgbvInNf2fg/s1600-h/IMG_3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205904008031721842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WHP2DWXI/AAAAAAAAAro/rgbvInNf2fg/s400/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WF_2DWVI/AAAAAAAAArY/UCNS7hf1XLo/s1600-h/img_4708+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205903986556885330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WF_2DWVI/AAAAAAAAArY/UCNS7hf1XLo/s400/img_4708+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia kept getting in this picture. She kept saying "cheese!" The picture of just Savannah didn't turn out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WF_2DWVI/AAAAAAAAArY/UCNS7hf1XLo/s1600-h/img_4708+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WFv2DWUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/khyG1cmthDI/s1600-h/IMG_4700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205903982261918018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WFv2DWUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/khyG1cmthDI/s400/IMG_4700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7569185992049457401?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7569185992049457401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7569185992049457401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7569185992049457401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7569185992049457401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-start-to-end.html' title='from start to the end'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8WGv2DWWI/AAAAAAAAArg/DvAbW84dAE0/s72-c/IMG_3047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-3268815235908432006</id><published>2008-05-29T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:39:04.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was Savannah's last day of preschool for the summer. I was excited but also a little sad. She won't have the same teachers next year and I know how much she loves them! Both of the teachers told me how much they are impressed with Savannah and how far she has come in the last year. She started the year out crying and not wanting to be there and now she is happy and loves school. They put together books comparing how they were at the beginning of the year and how far they have come. It is amazing to see how much she learned in the last nine months! She can write her name. She knows all her letters and can count to 29. I was totally crying when i was looking at the book. It was so sweet! I know that she is not yet 4 but she is really growing up!!! She was really funny after I picked her up she kept saying she was going on summer vacation. I don't think she realizes that she isn't going back until the end of august!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SKf2DWSI/AAAAAAAAArA/uSS8cgTOCVA/s1600-h/IMG_4711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205899665819785506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SKf2DWSI/AAAAAAAAArA/uSS8cgTOCVA/s400/IMG_4711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexi, Savannah and Ellie. (lexi did not want her picture taken. at all!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8TO_2DWTI/AAAAAAAAArI/s-AFrKvtb4k/s1600-h/img_4715+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205900842640824626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8TO_2DWTI/AAAAAAAAArI/s-AFrKvtb4k/s400/img_4715+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah and Miss Darcie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SIP2DWOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/7B-T76ta0Uc/s1600-h/img_0925+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205899627165079778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SIP2DWOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/7B-T76ta0Uc/s400/img_0925+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexi after school and in a happy mood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SJv2DWRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HACNTsO6138/s1600-h/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205899652934883602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SJv2DWRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HACNTsO6138/s400/IMG_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah's Class and Miss Sue. It was just of the girls and more and more kids kept getting in. I figured why not, you never know who those kids will end up being and it is always nice to have a picture of them. (I went to preschool with the owner of the school and we would have loved a picture together now!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SIv2DWPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/UGBkUVaRFO8/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205899635755014386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SIv2DWPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/UGBkUVaRFO8/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah, Ellie, Lexi and Isabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-3268815235908432006?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3268815235908432006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=3268815235908432006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3268815235908432006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3268815235908432006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='last day of school'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SD8SKf2DWSI/AAAAAAAAArA/uSS8cgTOCVA/s72-c/IMG_4711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5663542090173492081</id><published>2008-05-20T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:57:38.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>internet down</title><content type='html'>our internet was down for about 24 hours. seriously, I thought I was going to die. I realized that I could live without most things but I have become dependent on the internet. i love just clicking and checking. I love it. So maybe I need to dial it back a bit but I really don't want to. Eric figured out the problem. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5663542090173492081?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5663542090173492081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5663542090173492081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5663542090173492081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5663542090173492081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/internet-down.html' title='internet down'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7374470703623639382</id><published>2008-05-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:13:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new favorite thing</title><content type='html'>Olivia has a new favorite thing. She likes to eat it and play with it. Can you guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-joq5lxOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/q8fk34vAhvc/s1600-h/IMG_4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201556013742146786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-joq5lxOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/q8fk34vAhvc/s200/IMG_4671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-jo65lxPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ffOhgmSlBCg/s1600-h/IMG_4678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201556018037114098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-jo65lxPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ffOhgmSlBCg/s200/IMG_4678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-jpa5lxQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u73_BXJhD0M/s1600-h/IMG_4677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201556026627048706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-jpa5lxQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u73_BXJhD0M/s200/IMG_4677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-jpq5lxRI/AAAAAAAAAqY/CnjHSxQcLiA/s1600-h/IMG_4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201556030922016018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-jpq5lxRI/AAAAAAAAAqY/CnjHSxQcLiA/s200/IMG_4673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep! DIRT! She loves it.I can understand the playing in dirt. That is just a kid thing, but eating it. It drives me crazy. She will eat dirt anywhere. She is not particular and loves all the dirt around. The dirt in Kris's house plants to the sandy dirt in our flower beds. I am not sure if I should be worried. Is she lacking some mineral and is trying to get it in our garden or what? Oh and she likes to suck on rocks. That one is just plain wierd. Here are a few pictures of what she looks like after eating the dirt. As you can see she is just happy as can be to have had a nice snack of soil.&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/2763974716088182731-7374470703623639382?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7374470703623639382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7374470703623639382' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7374470703623639382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7374470703623639382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-favorite-thing.html' title='a new favorite thing'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SC-joq5lxOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/q8fk34vAhvc/s72-c/IMG_4671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1727943349308708963</id><published>2008-05-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:15:42.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>familliar face</title><content type='html'>I grew up in Draper. We moved there when I was 3 and moved away when I was almost 13. It has a dear spot in my heart. I loved growing up in a small town. It was really small back then. Almost everyone had a least one cousin in their grade. Simillar last names. It goes on. I loved the small town feel. Growing up on a small farm. We had all sorts of animals. Everyone knew everyone or you knew of them. There was one man just like that. He rode his bike everywhere. I think his name was Ray. I can't remember his last name.  Well, the reason for the post is that I was driving home from Kris's house on Tuesday. I was about to get to the old railroad tracks by Draper park. I saw a man with a bike who was going to cross the road. This road can get pretty busy at this hour, so I slowed down and let him cross. As he was crossing, I realized that I knew him. It was Ray. He looked the same. Just 20 (plus) years older. His bike was a mountain bike instead of a ten speed and his clothes were newer. He was still wearing his baseball hat. I can't believe I recognized him. It really has been over 20 years since we moved. Has this ever happened to you? You are going along just living your life and a face that you remember pops up? I think it really got me thinking about life and growing up in Draper when it was a small town and how now it is so big and crazy (compared to what it was when we moved there from los angeles.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1727943349308708963?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1727943349308708963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1727943349308708963' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1727943349308708963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1727943349308708963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/familliar-face.html' title='familliar face'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-6765063267006371816</id><published>2008-05-05T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:09:45.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomatoes</title><content type='html'>savannah has discovered a new treat. tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;today, eric came home from work to find Savannah sitting on the couch eating a tomato. yes, a tomato.  she was eating it like an apple. where was I you ask? blogging. where else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-6765063267006371816?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6765063267006371816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=6765063267006371816' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6765063267006371816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6765063267006371816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomatoes.html' title='tomatoes'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-135969544755537673</id><published>2008-05-05T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:37:19.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthdays, Birthdays and More Birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of April and the first week of May seem to be packed with birthdays. I am not sure what goes on 9 months before now but people sure were busy! Here are a few of the pictures of those special people in our lives who celebrated birthdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Y6CukMlI/AAAAAAAAApY/_KaUmx0QdNc/s1600-h/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197040617940857426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Y6CukMlI/AAAAAAAAApY/_KaUmx0QdNc/s400/IMG_3994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Y6yukMnI/AAAAAAAAApo/5QpU-HzQTrM/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197040630825759346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Y6yukMnI/AAAAAAAAApo/5QpU-HzQTrM/s400/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Y7CukMoI/AAAAAAAAApw/tPOeoR4jZOI/s1600-h/IMG_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197040635120726658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Y7CukMoI/AAAAAAAAApw/tPOeoR4jZOI/s400/IMG_4055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Z5SukMpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Xw_To7XtoXE/s1600-h/IMG_3438+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197041704567583378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Z5SukMpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Xw_To7XtoXE/s400/IMG_3438+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope everyone had a great day! Thanks for being a great part of our family! We love you and love having you in our family!&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/2763974716088182731-135969544755537673?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/135969544755537673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=135969544755537673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/135969544755537673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/135969544755537673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthdays.html' title='birthdays'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SB-Y6CukMlI/AAAAAAAAApY/_KaUmx0QdNc/s72-c/IMG_3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-9198456074606764706</id><published>2008-04-30T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:23:32.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>def leppard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiAxyukMhI/AAAAAAAAAo4/LvfEH1_ZjGA/s1600-h/Def+Leppard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195043763090895378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiAxyukMhI/AAAAAAAAAo4/LvfEH1_ZjGA/s200/Def+Leppard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiAzCukMiI/AAAAAAAAApA/PzO056Wo7c8/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195043784565731874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiAzCukMiI/AAAAAAAAApA/PzO056Wo7c8/s200/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiAziukMjI/AAAAAAAAApI/0m313ckSS8c/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195043793155666482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiAziukMjI/AAAAAAAAApI/0m313ckSS8c/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiA0CukMkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/LB5_d-it_XM/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195043801745601090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiA0CukMkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/LB5_d-it_XM/s200/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in honor of def leppard being on dancing with the stars last night, i thought I would post a few pictures from their concert that we went to almost 2 years ago. It was a great night. we were late to the concert. It was at Usana and we took the long way there and only got to hear two of journey's songs. I was about 8 or 9 weeks pregnant with Olivia and I got sick halfway through the concert. It was a fun night. Eric, Alan and Steve were so excited to go to the concert it was like they were rebelious teenagers!! I felt like I went to the concert 20 years too late. Considering I loved them while I attended Indian Hills Middle School, I am pretty sure that I was 20 years too late but I have to say that it was worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to say that I am so excited for Neil Diamond on American Idol tonight. I have to say that I am a huge fan. I went to his concert about 10 years ago now. It was awesome. We were totally rocking with the people in the wheel chairs!! It was so fun. And full of old people!! He is also on the Today show this friday. Seriously, can life get any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-9198456074606764706?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9198456074606764706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=9198456074606764706' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9198456074606764706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9198456074606764706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/def-leppard.html' title='def leppard'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBiAxyukMhI/AAAAAAAAAo4/LvfEH1_ZjGA/s72-c/Def+Leppard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2057019534802923583</id><published>2008-04-28T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:07:10.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYR3SukMfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/J5BKu7ALyMk/s1600-h/april+2008+121+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194358861836071410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYR3SukMfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/J5BKu7ALyMk/s320/april+2008+121+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYR4CukMgI/AAAAAAAAAow/6zcXN3NH-mo/s1600-h/april+2008+120+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194358874720973314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYR4CukMgI/AAAAAAAAAow/6zcXN3NH-mo/s320/april+2008+120+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These were taken at the dr's office while we were waiting. as you can see savannah did NOT want to be there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, it seems like we have been sick, sick, and sick again. we are normally not sicky people but this year it has been bad. last week, we went to the doctors twice. Once for olivia and once for savannah. olivia had two ear infections. i think i knew that before i took her in. you can always tell when they wake up at 3 am screaming. savannah ran a fever for 3 days. she even went to bed one night at 6:30 pm. so we took her in on friday. she was negative on everything. strep, ears, bladder. we were happy for that. it was just a virus that had to run its course. she was almost back to her usually cheerful and stubborn self by saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2057019534802923583?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2057019534802923583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2057019534802923583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2057019534802923583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2057019534802923583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick-kiddos.html' title='sick kiddos'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYR3SukMfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/J5BKu7ALyMk/s72-c/april+2008+121+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2369839623151926146</id><published>2008-04-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:56:26.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pancake princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYPwiukMeI/AAAAAAAAAog/wV3-tzZ1mVY/s1600-h/april+2008+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194356546848698850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYPwiukMeI/AAAAAAAAAog/wV3-tzZ1mVY/s320/april+2008+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYPVCukMdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/A82aXwav2-k/s1600-h/april+2008+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah loves pancakes (or pandcakes as she calls them)!!! She could eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner and that meal in between. She loves them. It is funny to see her get so excited for them. So I thought I would post Savannah and her favorite meal! I had a picture of her smiling but you could see a little chewed up pancake so you get the one without a smile. &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/2763974716088182731-2369839623151926146?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2369839623151926146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2369839623151926146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2369839623151926146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2369839623151926146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/pancake-princess.html' title='the pancake princess'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SBYPwiukMeI/AAAAAAAAAog/wV3-tzZ1mVY/s72-c/april+2008+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7459786702054765682</id><published>2008-04-21T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:56:38.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new cell phone</title><content type='html'>out with the old and in with the new. completely! today I got my new cell phone. you are thinking, big deal who cares. well I care. I also got a new number. look for your emails. i am sending the new number out. it is the second email. i sent out kris's number first. yes, I am that smart. I know you are thinking you don't need a new number. wrong!! let me tell you the history of my cell phone.  I have pretty much had a work cell phone for years. (like 15).  I got one number that ends in 97 and it was great. my whole family have similar numbers. it is great so we just have to know the last 2 or 3 digits and we can call anyone. we don't have to remember anyone's number. well, about 2 years ago the Salt Lake County jail got a new phone number for their inmates family to call and leave money on a credit card to call home. it was the 800 version of my phone number. people being the smart people that they are would call me and do one of two things: argue with me that they dialed the right number and how dare I tell them they have the wrong number or apologize and say that sucks. well, i got all kinds of phone calls. a few call looking for drugs, angry lovers, it goes on and on. so I got a new number. unfortunately, no one in my family can remember it. myself included. so that is why i have yet another new number. i also got a new phone that will make texting easier. so long big ugly nextel phone.  seriously, i am the only one of my sisters that still had the original phone from 3 years ago. it was big and indestructable. trust me, i tried. i think i even ran it over once. so new phone and new number. it is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7459786702054765682?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7459786702054765682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7459786702054765682' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7459786702054765682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7459786702054765682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-cell-phone.html' title='new cell phone'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8803008474194535829</id><published>2008-04-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:49:06.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's snowing.</title><content type='html'>as I write this it is snowing. i am ready for spring. go away snow. you are no longer welcome here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8803008474194535829?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8803008474194535829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8803008474194535829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8803008474194535829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8803008474194535829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-snowing.html' title='it&apos;s snowing.'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5978288267622225057</id><published>2008-04-15T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:37:23.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ants in my car....</title><content type='html'>yep, it's true. i have ants in my car. we have always had ants in our garage. we take care of them and then they come right back. it is not as bad as it once was but they are here and we don't love them. i was  on my way to pick up lexi for school and i looked down and there were ants all over my front seat.  earlier, i had taken a small ziploc bag of circus animal cookies from the back seat to the front seat. i started throwing ants out the window. i picked of the bag of cookies and it was filled with ants. okay, this is the part I am not so proud of, i threw the bag and the cookies out the window. i know, littering it bad, but really what would you do? ants in bag in car or out the window. i really had no choice. i got to kris's house and started trying to de-ant my car. i got most of them out but really i don't think they are out. the sad thing is that my car is usually really yucky. i am the worst about a clean car. anyway, i cleaned out my car on saturday and vaccuumed the entire car. there was nothing to eat in my entire car except for this bag of cookies that i had given savannah and lexi when we went to the store yesterday. i think the worst part of it all is that i know feel like i have ants crawling all over me. yuck! I hate ants!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5978288267622225057?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5978288267622225057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5978288267622225057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5978288267622225057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5978288267622225057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/ants-in-my-car.html' title='ants in my car....'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7803188472959297644</id><published>2008-04-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:31:27.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad dream</title><content type='html'>last night i had a bad dream. it wasn't scary but i was glad it was just a dream. i was dreaming that i was back in college and that i was running for president of my sorority. okay, many of you know that i was in a sorority in college and was president. so you are thinking why is that such a bad thing. the thing is that i am so happy those days are over. i couldn't imagine going back. that 12 months of being president were priceless. they were easily the hardest times in my life. i really have stories to last a lifetime. i wouldn't trade them for anything, i just don't want to do it again. i was just glad that i woke up because i had to use the bathroom. and even more happy that it was just a dream. does anyone else do that or is it just me? are there things you don't want to live over but are glad that you went through them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7803188472959297644?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7803188472959297644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7803188472959297644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7803188472959297644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7803188472959297644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-dream.html' title='bad dream'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5205450279695241195</id><published>2008-04-14T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:39:52.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>princesses need to wear dresses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAPAo-CLcBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/MQrTd6kk8nc/s1600-h/img_0596+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189203005740380178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAPAo-CLcBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/MQrTd6kk8nc/s320/img_0596+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Princess Savannnah and Princess Lexi in their Castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet our newest addition to our backyard....it is a play set. It has been fun for Savannah. She loves being able to go outside and play. Lexi loves it too. Today after the park, Lexi came to play. They both ran out to play and within seconds were back inside. They were both so excited and they were screaming, "We are princesses and we need to wear dresses." We went up stairs and carefully selected a few dresses for them to wear. They were so excited. The put the dresses on and the newly crowned princesses ran out to their castle. On a funny side note, you can see how they have the "drawbridge" up on the bike. Well, that is a no no. So I moved the bike. They both got mad at me but I am the mom and I make the rules. So Savannah, the clever one that she is, decided to but the drawbridge on her head and then Lexi began to walk out on it. Yeah, not one of the better ideas. She was crying out in pain and Lexi is still walking, and I am screaming at both of them. Seriously, where do they come up with these ideas. Here let me put this on my head and you can walk on it. Hello! Silly kids!! I tried explaining what was going on but I don't think that they got it so it will probably happen again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAPAoOCLcAI/AAAAAAAAAoE/H5KQg7c1RUU/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189202992855478274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAPAoOCLcAI/AAAAAAAAAoE/H5KQg7c1RUU/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olivia making Savannah mad by riding her bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5205450279695241195?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5205450279695241195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5205450279695241195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5205450279695241195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5205450279695241195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/princesses-need-to-wear-dresses.html' title='princesses need to wear dresses!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAPAo-CLcBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/MQrTd6kk8nc/s72-c/img_0596+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7446413480490471003</id><published>2008-04-14T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:28:36.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9YeCLb5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0wew7Cjfx3w/s1600-h/img_4583+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189199423737655186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9YeCLb5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0wew7Cjfx3w/s200/img_4583+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9Y-CLb6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/LltaJkl8o04/s1600-h/img_4584+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189199432327589794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9Y-CLb6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/LltaJkl8o04/s200/img_4584+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9ZOCLb7I/AAAAAAAAAnc/lLLbZwJzfWo/s1600-h/img_4590+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189199436622557106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9ZOCLb7I/AAAAAAAAAnc/lLLbZwJzfWo/s200/img_4590+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9ZuCLb8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/qpkocKQo2kk/s1600-h/img_4587+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189199445212491714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9ZuCLb8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/qpkocKQo2kk/s200/img_4587+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9aeCLb9I/AAAAAAAAAns/KeK_iO5ZWsQ/s1600-h/IMG_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189199458097393618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9aeCLb9I/AAAAAAAAAns/KeK_iO5ZWsQ/s200/IMG_4585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO-XuCLb_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/NHcNJgEq-Gw/s1600-h/img_4592+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200510364381170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO-XuCLb_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/NHcNJgEq-Gw/s200/img_4592+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9_uCLb-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/VXeQ4fgMW78/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200098047520738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9_uCLb-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/VXeQ4fgMW78/s200/IMG_4579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so sunny when I woke up this morning I wanted to take advantage of it. It seems like this winter has gone on and on. I am ready for spring. I talked with Kris and Danielle and arranged a lunch in the park. Since Olivia naps during this time, it is always hard for me. Lucky for me I have great sisters. I made sandwiches for the kids lunch. Kris came and got the lunch and Savannah. Kris stopped at Tacos Nacos for the adults. Danielle brought graham crackers and raisins. It was a party!! I arrived after Olivia woke up. It was sunny and windy. It was so great to be outside! It was amazing how much you can miss just being out doors and not freezing!! The kids had a blast and we brought lexi home with us. SO the party continues.....&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/2763974716088182731-7446413480490471003?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7446413480490471003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7446413480490471003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7446413480490471003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7446413480490471003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-at-park.html' title='day at the park'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAO9YeCLb5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0wew7Cjfx3w/s72-c/img_4583+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-9191754018604160366</id><published>2008-04-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:03:26.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chair and a half</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAGGBuCLb4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/BgY5A34z3Vs/s1600-h/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188575609802682242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAGGBuCLb4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/BgY5A34z3Vs/s400/IMG_4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many of you will recognize this chair. if you have known my family at all or been in my parents house, you know that this chair was once in their house. it started out in park city at their condo. it was picked out by my mom. she would say that it is her chair and that my dad got the recliner. it has an ottoman. it is more than a chair but less than a love seat. it is a chair and a half. well, my parents spruced up their family room and got some new furniture and this chair needed a new home. eric was more than happy to make room for it. i think i figured out why he jumped at the chance. this chair has become eric's go to spot. every night after work he comes home and relaxes on this chair. sometimes we talk, sometimes he thinks with his eyes closed. i really think that eric loves this chair. that is okay. i like it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-9191754018604160366?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9191754018604160366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=9191754018604160366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9191754018604160366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9191754018604160366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/chair-and-half.html' title='chair and a half'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/SAGGBuCLb4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/BgY5A34z3Vs/s72-c/IMG_4508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7493418400631210060</id><published>2008-04-10T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:21:41.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>the action that is livvy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R_7ZIYvDXvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IxnrP3k2N9M/s1600-h/march+2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187822558879375090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R_7ZIYvDXvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IxnrP3k2N9M/s320/march+2008+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R_7ZI4vDXwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/YCMKSY5nEnM/s1600-h/march+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187822567469309698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R_7ZI4vDXwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/YCMKSY5nEnM/s320/march+2008+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;livvy climbs everywhere. the counter. the table. anything and everything. she loves LOVES the dishwasher. this time though she climbed onto the TOP level of the dishwasher. we just watched all amazed. she keeps me on my toes all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7493418400631210060?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7493418400631210060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7493418400631210060' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7493418400631210060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7493418400631210060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/action-that-is-livvy.html' title='the action that is livvy'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R_7ZIYvDXvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IxnrP3k2N9M/s72-c/march+2008+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4209265400943908812</id><published>2008-04-06T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:05:43.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference</title><content type='html'>Well, another session of conference is over. I feel touched and inspired and loved. I loved hearing our prophet talk to us. I loved the stories filled with love and guidance. I was touched by many of the talks. Elder Bednar's talk on meaningful prayer, Elder Ballard's talk on mothers, and there were so many, I am having a hard time recalling them all. I can't wait until the next Ensign comes out and I can absorb all the talks in a more complete manner. At times, I feel it is hard to feel the spirit and learn from conference. With calming kids or keeping them occupied, I often feel like a I miss a lot but this time I missed some but I really felt the spirit of the conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4209265400943908812?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4209265400943908812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4209265400943908812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4209265400943908812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4209265400943908812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/conference.html' title='Conference'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-798026639699117192</id><published>2008-03-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:58:24.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0hThpPcfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ZkfSsr2p2bw/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835365505888754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0hThpPcfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ZkfSsr2p2bw/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0jgxpPcjI/AAAAAAAAAms/k-lXdNS7yUU/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182837792162411058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0jgxpPcjI/AAAAAAAAAms/k-lXdNS7yUU/s200/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0jgRpPciI/AAAAAAAAAmk/M9dt690stnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182837783572476450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0jgRpPciI/AAAAAAAAAmk/M9dt690stnQ/s200/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah got a lot of new dresses yesterday. Well new to her. They are dresses that were worn by kami and liz. They are so cute! I was loving it all! Savannah has really been into dresses in the last week so this was perfect! Thanks Kris!! Livvy is wearing a top or something from Korea. She felt so special to be wearing it I just had to grab a picture!&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/2763974716088182731-798026639699117192?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/798026639699117192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=798026639699117192' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/798026639699117192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/798026639699117192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-dresses.html' title='new dresses'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0hThpPcfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ZkfSsr2p2bw/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7802409716128031287</id><published>2008-03-27T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:44:09.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0gNxpPceI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-i2AXWHXPXU/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182834167210013154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0gNxpPceI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-i2AXWHXPXU/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0f7hpPccI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NXGSKtukcao/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182833853677400514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0f7hpPccI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NXGSKtukcao/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0f8hpPcdI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Tl19NvFs22M/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182833870857269714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0f8hpPcdI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Tl19NvFs22M/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0fZxpPcbI/AAAAAAAAAls/alxaXTjJsjY/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182833273856815538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0fZxpPcbI/AAAAAAAAAls/alxaXTjJsjY/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed this morning. I was taking Savannah to school and ran into get Lexi and came out to a white out conditions. It got worse by the time I picked up Ellie. But it is spring in utah so of couse the sun is shining now. It is still cold but sunny! These are pictures of my spring flowers with snow on them!&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/2763974716088182731-7802409716128031287?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7802409716128031287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7802409716128031287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7802409716128031287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7802409716128031287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-flowers.html' title='spring flowers'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-0gNxpPceI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-i2AXWHXPXU/s72-c/IMG_0557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-3504844450736083084</id><published>2008-03-25T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:55:29.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mQ6BpPcaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZD0X5w-CUOg/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181832172814692770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mQ6BpPcaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZD0X5w-CUOg/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah and I dyed Easter eggs on Saturday. Growing up we always dyed lots and lots of eggs. It was so much fun. Eric isn't into the commercial side of Easter so I am usually solo on this. We dyed the Eggs while Livvy was sleeping. Savannah really just delegated. She told me whose name to write on the egg and which color to put it in. She was lot and lots of help. The sad part of it was that we didn't have an egg hunt. Savannah was the only kid around. Maybe will with let her have a small one outside one of these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-3504844450736083084?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3504844450736083084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=3504844450736083084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3504844450736083084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3504844450736083084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/dying-easter-eggs.html' title='Dying Easter Eggs'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mQ6BpPcaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZD0X5w-CUOg/s72-c/IMG_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8372265270897766282</id><published>2008-03-25T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:51:23.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mP0BpPcYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/m3cKLonIU3Y/s1600-h/IMG_4413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181830970223849858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mP0BpPcYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/m3cKLonIU3Y/s320/IMG_4413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mP1hpPcZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZITzCACBEpE/s1600-h/IMG_4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181830995993653650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mP1hpPcZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZITzCACBEpE/s320/IMG_4411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to St George at the beginning of the month. It was just for 4 days and it was just girls. My mom went with me and girls for a quick getaway. It was a great time. The weather was better than SLC, we didn't do much. Just watched movies and hung out. Olivia loved it. She was into everything. I think I was glad to come home just so I didn't have to keep cleaning up after here. Savannah cried when we left. She was sad to leave. She can't wait until the next st g trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8372265270897766282?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8372265270897766282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8372265270897766282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8372265270897766282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8372265270897766282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-george.html' title='St George'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-mP0BpPcYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/m3cKLonIU3Y/s72-c/IMG_4413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4720018621553518806</id><published>2008-03-18T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:03:57.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>just press pause</title><content type='html'>I have a DVR. I love it. The only problem is that it seems to carry over in to my life. I find myself wanting to press pause so I don't miss things. I want to rewind so I can catch what I miss and fast foward through the boring parts. The other night I was with two friends. I have known them most of my life. One I met in a sixth grade home ec class. We wanted to makeover a girl in our group, trust me she needed it. The other was in my ward when my parents moved from california to utah, we met again at the age of 12 and became friends soon after. They are great friends. Leyla lives in Texas. We see her every few months. Julia just moved back to Utah after living away for 10 or so years. We have the best time when we get together. We always laugh and ending up crying from laughing so hard. Last Thursday was no exception. We were sitting at Julia's house. Her husband just called (he was out of town, which is why we were at her house) to say good night. (it was 11 pm or later.) She was trying to talk to him and leyla and I couldn't stop talking. Julia held up her "remote control" hand and kept saying "pause". Over and over. That made us laugh harder. It was so funny. She was trying to control us like her tivo. It didn't work and she hung up. I wish she could have stopped us. I wish DVR were in real life, maybe one day. Right now I will just enjoy the good times. Thanks guys, for the break in reality. It is always great to be with people who have known you for so long that they actually know you for you and not for being someone's mom, or wife or neighbor. Just you for you. The night ended with me driving Leyla home to her parents. It was kind of funny. After dropping her off, I started driving home. To my parents house. That they lived in when I was in high school. I figured it out in time to make the turn to my house. I guess I just hit auto pilot and was going home to where I used to go after dropping her off. I also forgot to take pictures. Next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4720018621553518806?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4720018621553518806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4720018621553518806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4720018621553518806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4720018621553518806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-press-pause.html' title='just press pause'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2939386175223487011</id><published>2008-03-18T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:33:21.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed...</title><content type='html'>I renewed my temple recommend on Sunday. I had the Bishopric interview at the beginning of February but since Sundays are crazy days for us. I never had the chance to go, Eric did. It is hard with 2 kids and naps and such to figure our scheduling for things like bishop interviews and such. In fact, Eric and I rarely go to these together since they are usually later at night or during nap time. Anyway... my recommend had expired at the end of February.  I didn't realize that this was the first time since 8 years ago when I went to the Temple for the first time, I didn't have a current recommend. I was panicked. It was really stressful. As I had the interview with the Stake President, I started to relax, that small dark piece of stress just melted away. I told the Stake President of this, and he smiled. He simply stated the same things that I was feeling. The simple thing of having the temple recommend gives peace and comfort. I don't think that I will ever be without a temple recommend again!! As I was leaving the Stake Offices, I saw a friend of ours and he smiled and asked if I "passed". Yes, I did pass and I was happy to do so! It is a great feeling to have "passed" a temple recommend interview!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2939386175223487011?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2939386175223487011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2939386175223487011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2939386175223487011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2939386175223487011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-passed.html' title='I passed...'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2641220401353011052</id><published>2008-03-18T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:05:33.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><title type='text'>All greens match day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-ASd7PsSmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qLs8AnxpiGc/s1600-h/march+2008+003+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179159876805085794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-ASd7PsSmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qLs8AnxpiGc/s320/march+2008+003+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up, one of my sisters had a friend who would wear all the same color but different shades. We would make fun of it as sisters often do. We still do. We will say, " it is all (insert color here) match day." It is our way of being funny. Well, Savannah has taken that to a whole new level. Here she is in green polka dots and flower pants with a little green on them. She let me know that it matches since it has green on it. Yep, all greens match day is alive and well at our house!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2641220401353011052?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2641220401353011052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2641220401353011052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2641220401353011052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2641220401353011052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-greens-match-day.html' title='All greens match day....'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R-ASd7PsSmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qLs8AnxpiGc/s72-c/march+2008+003+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4868514905302861845</id><published>2008-03-11T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:33:40.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years....</title><content type='html'>Picture goes here. I am still looking for one of us together, i know I have one. And i need a scanner to scan some wedding pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been eight years since Eric and I got married. I still consider myself one of the lucky ones! I know that I married a great man who has turned into a great father. Sure we have had a few rough patches, who hasn't. I know that I love him and he loves me. We learned more and more about each other all the time.  Thanks for 8 great years! Here is to 80 more!! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a funny song that sums it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow Old With You&lt;br /&gt;By Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;Carry you around&lt;br /&gt;When your arthritis is bad&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;Grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you medicine&lt;br /&gt;When your tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire&lt;br /&gt;When the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;It could be so nice&lt;br /&gt;Growing old with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;Need you&lt;br /&gt;Feed you&lt;br /&gt;Even let you hold the remote control&lt;br /&gt;Let me do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;In our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;Put you to bed&lt;br /&gt;When you've had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;I could be the manwho grows old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***I am posting this late. The day of our anniversary we stayed home to take care of two sick kiddos. It is also really hard to get a babysitter on a Tuesday. My sis, danielle watched the kids on friday night and we went out. We had dinner and then went and picked out our own presents! That is the way to go!  Thanks Dani for watching the kids!! We also went out on Saturday night with some friends for the best sushi!! And then we watched Dan In Real Life! That was a great movie!!   It was a great year! We figured that if we missed the day to go out that we might as well make the celebrating last and last. It was great to go out 2 weekend nights and party!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4868514905302861845?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4868514905302861845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4868514905302861845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4868514905302861845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4868514905302861845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/8-years.html' title='8 years....'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7430226562086595123</id><published>2008-03-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:17:06.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah Speaks'/><title type='text'>funny quotes</title><content type='html'>these are a few of the funny things that I heard yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah in response to Kris asking if she wants me to make her a hot dog. "You can't make a hot dog it is already a hot dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi after I told her I couldn't do everything at once. (I was driving and she dropped something and wanted it picked up.) "If you were an octopus you could do everything because you would have a lot of feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another one. I will add it later when I remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7430226562086595123?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7430226562086595123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7430226562086595123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7430226562086595123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7430226562086595123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-quotes.html' title='funny quotes'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2988734420052788974</id><published>2008-03-03T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:10:55.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>The other day I was doing laundry and I realized how funny it can all be. Sorting and all the funny piles. And I could be a little wierd. I sort all the clothes into piles and do the hardest loads first. Then I finish up with the "easy loads". For me the hardest loads are the ones I have to pre-treat for stains and then hang to dry. The easy loads are the one I just stick in the dryer. I wasn't sure if I do it like other or what. Here is a list of my loads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;whites to be dried&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whites not to be dried&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinks and simillar colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tans  (this has increased since Bedrock when business casual)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;towels light colored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;towels dark colored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realize that this can be time consuming but as a laundry freak like myself it is necessary. Oh and if I want to "mix" the loads I just throw in a Shout Color Catcher. It traps all the loose colors. By far the best invention in the last few years!!! Am I normal or is everyone this way??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2988734420052788974?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2988734420052788974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2988734420052788974' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2988734420052788974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2988734420052788974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2612184422606203485</id><published>2008-02-29T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:30:44.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>Olivia's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last was Olivia's party. We invited both sides of the family for cake and ice cream. It was a lot of fun and a full house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gm_En42-I/AAAAAAAAAko/pQzoYpSgfSg/s1600-h/IMG_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172427037049674722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gm_En42-I/AAAAAAAAAko/pQzoYpSgfSg/s320/IMG_4342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave Olivia her own special cake. She was really neat about her cake at first. Then she dug in. She was really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gni0n43AI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MMfKJm3jbik/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172427651229998082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gni0n43AI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MMfKJm3jbik/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gniEn42_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/cIc6xnIcIVM/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172427638345096178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gniEn42_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/cIc6xnIcIVM/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great time. Thanks for all who came and celebrated with us. I think I would have invited anyone who knew Olivia but our house is not that big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2612184422606203485?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2612184422606203485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2612184422606203485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2612184422606203485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2612184422606203485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/olivias-party.html' title='Olivia&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gm_En42-I/AAAAAAAAAko/pQzoYpSgfSg/s72-c/IMG_4342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-9034312522473707231</id><published>2008-02-28T06:15:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:52:02.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><title type='text'>no more scissors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gqFUn43BI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FVXxfxP8aLE/s1600-h/IMG_4344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172430442958740498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gqFUn43BI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FVXxfxP8aLE/s320/IMG_4344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah was helping me make cupcakes for Olivia's party and she got cake batter in her hair. I know, I know I shouldn't let her eat cake batter. But the kid is stubborn and I was tired. Anyway, she got batter in her hair. I went on with things and forgot that she had it in there. Apparently she didn't. Later that night after giving Livvy a cupcake and Savannah and I singing to her. (this was on her actual birthday day and eric was at a work thing), I got to give both girls a bath. I realize that Savannah has a dreadlock. I wish I had taken a picture of that. Yep, a dreadlock. I thought oh boy that cake batter is great. So I wash and condition her hair and then apply more conditioner. Then I start to comb the dreadlock out. She is still sitting in the bathtub. I am combing and some hair comes out. I am thinking wow, this is some great cake batter. More combing, more hair. When I am done there is a big clump of hair. I am starting to think what it up. So I ask Savannah if she cut her hair. Her answer was simple, "Yep mom, I cut my hair." That explains it all. Later that night I found a few dry strands on the kitchen rug. So no more scissors for Savannah. The area of missing hair is that obivious but I still think that I will have it shortened up a bit.&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/2763974716088182731-9034312522473707231?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9034312522473707231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=9034312522473707231' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9034312522473707231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/9034312522473707231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-more-scissors.html' title='no more scissors...'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8gqFUn43BI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FVXxfxP8aLE/s72-c/IMG_4344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7666071382035760223</id><published>2008-02-28T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:58:09.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOIyHvBgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WQOf2Qu3Ujg/s1600-h/IMG_4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047872370083330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOIyHvBgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WQOf2Qu3Ujg/s200/IMG_4314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOJyHvBhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/y9d_NtG9NE4/s1600-h/IMG_4322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047889549952530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOJyHvBhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/y9d_NtG9NE4/s200/IMG_4322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOKiHvBiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1RdSs3JsIos/s1600-h/IMG_4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047902434854434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOKiHvBiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1RdSs3JsIos/s200/IMG_4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOLSHvBjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/doHhT-Du_u4/s1600-h/IMG_4305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047915319756338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOLSHvBjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/doHhT-Du_u4/s200/IMG_4305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOLyHvBkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Fwbg4yNw8iQ/s1600-h/IMG_4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047923909690946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOLyHvBkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Fwbg4yNw8iQ/s200/IMG_4318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, it was so sunny so we played for a few minutes in the front yard. Savannah loved it. Olivia was all smiles. I am welcoming spring any time it wants to come!! Savannah even tried to pick the flowers. I had to explain that these are not flowers for picking. Silly girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7666071382035760223?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7666071382035760223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7666071382035760223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7666071382035760223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7666071382035760223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='just a little sun'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bOIyHvBgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WQOf2Qu3Ujg/s72-c/IMG_4314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4950698764523084096</id><published>2008-02-27T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:36:42.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>Livvy is One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDHCHvBXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BV2T4MlEJbk/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172035747677406578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDHCHvBXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BV2T4MlEJbk/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDHiHvBYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2YXtNRb4kU/s1600-h/IMG_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172035756267341186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDHiHvBYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2YXtNRb4kU/s320/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDICHvBZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YVkO4-uRBlA/s1600-h/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172035764857275794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDICHvBZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YVkO4-uRBlA/s320/IMG_1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172035730497537378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDGCHvBWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NGk3j3PmMuc/s320/img_2735+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDIiHvBaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IEibelEvCbs/s1600-h/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172035773447210402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDIiHvBaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IEibelEvCbs/s320/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172037512908965330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bEtyHvBdI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zz9xgK2SnsE/s320/IMG_3426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172037495729096130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bEsyHvBcI/AAAAAAAAAjg/bQeJgmeGAfA/s320/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172037487139161522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bEsSHvBbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/49N9H9lQNAE/s320/IMG_3050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172037517203932642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bEuCHvBeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cC9zNg2SMuU/s320/IMG_3683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172037534383801842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bEvCHvBfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/h25A3W7QgJg/s320/IMG_4174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is hard to believe that it has been a year since that snowy morning at the hospital. I remember waking up to my water breaking. It was crazy. I was so not ready! We went to the hospital and it was warm and windy. By 8 am when Olivia arrived it was completely white! We are so lucky to have this special little lady in our lives. She truly made me believe that babies can be easy. After the rough run that was Savannah, I know that I deserved an easy one! I got it! Here are just a few of the things that Olivia is doing now and other things that make her special!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy's Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always smiles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just learned to go down the stairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves her sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants to feed her self (no mess there! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves anything that makes a lot of noise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has crazy j family hair line pattern (makes combing interesting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always excited&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hates her shoes and socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants to be a big girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves savannah's toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves her blankie, other blankie, pink puppy dog and sock monkey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will wake up with a smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to tease savannah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinks lexi is her sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to take everything out of drawers and take all over house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4950698764523084096?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4950698764523084096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4950698764523084096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4950698764523084096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4950698764523084096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/livvy-is-one.html' title='Livvy is One!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8bDHCHvBXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BV2T4MlEJbk/s72-c/IMG_1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2774322830057875720</id><published>2008-02-24T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:57:23.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>importing babysitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8MPciHvBUI/AAAAAAAAAig/WkN56K4A3Ao/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170993780021462338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8MPciHvBUI/AAAAAAAAAig/WkN56K4A3Ao/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to have a really great babysitter Kambri. She was Savannah's first babysitter. She was great. She totally plays with the kids. One time she even got stuck behind the couch while chasing Savannah through the crawl area. (Lucky for her I let her have friends over so she wasn't stuck too long!) Well, Kambri and her family moved to Lehi in July. I was so sad. There is another great girl in the neighborhood so we aren't let without one. But there aren't a lot of girls who are of babysitting age in our area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night was our Stake Conference. We really wanted to go. I got a sitter on wed. I figured we were safe. Her dad called on Saturday morning and she was sick!!! I was so stressed and bummed out. I hate calling for sitters. I feel like an awkward boy calling to ask a girl out on a first date. Maybe that is exaggerating a little but really I don't like it. If they tell me no, I wonder it is me, is it my kids, are they really busy? Then I hate calling people. I don't know when this started but I really don't like calling people and asking for things. It really stresses me out. I need to work on this. I don't mind talking on the phone but I hate cold calling. So back to the story, I tried everyone in the area. Busy phone lines, not available. Duh, it was Saturday afternoon and I needed one that night!! I was desperate!! I called Kambri and left her a message explaining my situation. We then proceeded to work out an another solution. Trading kids with eric's brother. It wasn't ideal but it was going to have to do. Then Kambri called back! Sometimes her sister will bring her up from lehi. I offered to come and get her and take her home! So that is what I did. I drove to Lehi for a babysitter! Seriously, it was worth it! It was a good conference and we got to eat dinner out and some one else put the kids to bed!! Loved it! Will be doing it again. So glad Kambri was available!! Eric told everyone all night that we are now importing babysitters!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2774322830057875720?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2774322830057875720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2774322830057875720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2774322830057875720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2774322830057875720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/importing-babysitters.html' title='importing babysitters'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R8MPciHvBUI/AAAAAAAAAig/WkN56K4A3Ao/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7162451905579127508</id><published>2008-02-20T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:22:00.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs of spring...</title><content type='html'>I noticed this in my front garden today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7zuCyHvBSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7Wt7M8cZhI8/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169268203895850274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7zuCyHvBSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7Wt7M8cZhI8/s200/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7zuDyHvBTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zeYURG9cgYM/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169268221075719474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7zuDyHvBTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zeYURG9cgYM/s200/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean this long winter is almost over??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! I love the flowers of the spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7162451905579127508?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7162451905579127508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7162451905579127508' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7162451905579127508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7162451905579127508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/signs-of-spring.html' title='signs of spring...'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7zuCyHvBSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7Wt7M8cZhI8/s72-c/IMG_0386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8040748738860280741</id><published>2008-02-19T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:36:00.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><title type='text'>favorite flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7uQRiHvBRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/X6D1z9S4tu0/s1600-h/IMG_4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168883628229199122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7uQRiHvBRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/X6D1z9S4tu0/s320/IMG_4223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday, (Feb 12) Eric surprised me with red roses for V day. He stopped at Costco and bought them for me. I thought that was really sweet of him. He remembered early and he didn't spend too much money on flowers. (We both feel the same way that spending too much money on flowers is a waste, most of the time.) Later that night, we were talking and he said that he realized that he didn't know my favorite color of rose. I had to think for a minute. I really don't have a favorite color of ROSE. I answered that it had to be yellow roses. My grandma's favorite flower was yellow roses. Everyone knew that was her favorite flower. EVERYONE! Whenever I see a yellow rose it reminds me of her. So I guess that is my favorite color of rose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well two days later on Valentine's Day.....Guess who stopped at Costco and bought yellow roses?? Aren't I a lucky girl?!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168883623934231810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7uQRSHvBQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/5pcck897w6g/s320/IMG_4228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my favorite flower is has to be the seasonal things. I love the lilac of the early spring. I love love LOVE tulips. I love flowers that grow in my own garden. I think my favorite flower to get is probably the gerbera daisy. Pretty and loving. Like it is just there to cheer you up!! So what is your favorite flower? Do you get flowers a lot or just for special occaisions? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8040748738860280741?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8040748738860280741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8040748738860280741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8040748738860280741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8040748738860280741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-flowers.html' title='favorite flowers'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7uQRiHvBRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/X6D1z9S4tu0/s72-c/IMG_4223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-6530370738126642797</id><published>2008-02-17T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:54:36.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>olivia and toilets, savannah's black eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjpyHvBLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/83hRmyjb6hY/s1600-h/IMG_4240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168130879376000178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjpyHvBLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/83hRmyjb6hY/s320/IMG_4240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjqSHvBMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/T691ElQGD9M/s1600-h/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168130887965934786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjqSHvBMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/T691ElQGD9M/s320/IMG_4241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjqyHvBNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ZjpNVkHKjl4/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168130896555869394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjqyHvBNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ZjpNVkHKjl4/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjrCHvBOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/NjpOy2au3MU/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168130900850836706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjrCHvBOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/NjpOy2au3MU/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the heck? I know that is what you are thinking. Olivia loves the toilet. She runs for the bathroom when she sees anyone near it. If I leave the door open. She finds her way in there and plays in the toilet. If the seat is down, which is usually is, she will flush it. (she also loves our garbage can. It is part of our cabinets. You pull out the garbage cans, that why there is a picture of that. I know why is she chewing? I don't know. I try to stop her. I have actually quit throwing away messing things in this can for this reason. She also loves to pull everything out.) She loves to unwrapped the toilet paper and take bites out of the toilet paper roll. Eric is wondering if she is getting enough fiber. Okay, back to the story. Friday afternoon, I was downstairs. The girls had made their way upstairs. Not a big deal. Until, I hear Savannah crying. SHe was repeating over and over, "Olivia hurt me. Olivia hurt me!" What?? How can your not yet one year old sister hurt you? Well, they were playing in the bathroom and Olivia was lifting the seat up and down and slammed the seat down on Savannah's head. It was pretty loud. And funny. I told eric. He started laughing. It was pretty funny. Savannah cried for quite some time. Her eye looks like she has bad 80's eye make up on. I tried to get a good picture of it, but it wasn't happening. I have now learned just to keep the bathroom doors closed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-6530370738126642797?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6530370738126642797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=6530370738126642797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6530370738126642797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6530370738126642797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/olivia-and-toilets-savannahs-black-eye.html' title='olivia and toilets, savannah&apos;s black eye.'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jjpyHvBLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/83hRmyjb6hY/s72-c/IMG_4240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2885762367635249392</id><published>2008-02-17T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:10:15.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>say cheese!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jisiHvBJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/omhLfwPtQ4Q/s1600-h/IMG_4170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168129827109012626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jisiHvBJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/omhLfwPtQ4Q/s200/IMG_4170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jitCHvBKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FEplpGhT4GA/s1600-h/IMG_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168129835698947234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jitCHvBKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FEplpGhT4GA/s200/IMG_4172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle posed for a few pictures. What do you think?  I think she is going to kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2763974716088182731-2885762367635249392?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2885762367635249392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2885762367635249392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2885762367635249392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2885762367635249392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures-of-brat-child.html' title='say cheese!!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jisiHvBJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/omhLfwPtQ4Q/s72-c/IMG_4170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2468164367493161070</id><published>2008-02-17T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:25:25.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><title type='text'>my other daughter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7uPhiHvBPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rDQR9Q-_kdg/s1600-h/IMG_4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168882803595478258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7uPhiHvBPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rDQR9Q-_kdg/s320/IMG_4297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Lexi!! Lexi is my neice but since Kris began working last May, Lexi has become a part of the family a few days a week! (This has come to an end. I know Savannah will be sad!) Savannah misses her when she is not here. Olivia loves her! She gets excited when she sees her! So Happy 4th to Lexi!!! I hope it is a special year for you!!! Thanks for the party Chuck E Cheese! It was a party to remember!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2468164367493161070?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2468164367493161070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2468164367493161070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2468164367493161070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2468164367493161070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-other-daughter.html' title='my other daughter....'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7uPhiHvBPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rDQR9Q-_kdg/s72-c/IMG_4297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2773256571040572990</id><published>2008-02-17T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:57:32.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>valentine's at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jW8iHvBII/AAAAAAAAAg0/Dww0A7tpuAM/s1600-h/IMG_4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168116907847386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jW8iHvBII/AAAAAAAAAg0/Dww0A7tpuAM/s400/IMG_4235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah had school on Valentine's day. They had a party and exchanged cards. She gave Tinkerbell Cards. They had a pencil and a Tootsie Pop attached. She was really excited to had them out. She tried writing her own name on them but her name is so long it really wasn't fitting so I did it for her. They made the cutest Valentine bag at school. She really had a fun day. She was a little crabby towards the end but what kid isn't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of Savannah at my parent's house. Don't you love how tall the snow is? Their driveway has been getting smaller and smaller!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168116899257451634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jW8CHvBHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tml1dQvZMoQ/s400/IMG_4219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2773256571040572990?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2773256571040572990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2773256571040572990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2773256571040572990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2773256571040572990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-at-school.html' title='valentine&apos;s at school'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jW8iHvBII/AAAAAAAAAg0/Dww0A7tpuAM/s72-c/IMG_4235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4166530467873198689</id><published>2008-02-17T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:48:15.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>all clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jVvyHvBGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uYW4cTESPuo/s1600-h/IMG_4225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168115589292426338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jVvyHvBGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uYW4cTESPuo/s400/IMG_4225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought you would like to see how olivia is doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4166530467873198689?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4166530467873198689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4166530467873198689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4166530467873198689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4166530467873198689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-clear.html' title='all clear'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jVvyHvBGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uYW4cTESPuo/s72-c/IMG_4225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8477690646774098692</id><published>2008-02-15T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:05:40.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><title type='text'>man tag.</title><content type='html'>What is his full name? eric willbur j.&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been married? almost 8 years&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? about 8 months, I think&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more sweets? me by far. i love the sweets! he eats more in general&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? not sure. maybe him. maybe me. i think it was him. i was in a place where i wasn't going to say it unless i was ready.&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? 32&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? he is by 2 inches.&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? I would say he is about most things but I win the prize for random facts.&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing better? duh, if you ever heard me you wouldn't even ask. his whole family is more musical than most families. I sit out when the music starts.&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? i do.&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? he does.&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? which is the right. i sleep on the right if you in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? dallin and justin. but if we didn't pay them, eric would do it. he is sort of a perfectionist in this area. i don't think he would let me mow the lawn even though i know how and have been doing it since i was 7 or 8.&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? i do. eric used to do it once in a while, then he started working more.&lt;br /&gt;Who drives? he does. although I backseat it a lot with directions and speed control.&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? varies. we both have our moments.&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? eric. &lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out? not sure. we just started hanging out and then dating. he probably asked me on our first "real" date.&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? eric.&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? eric. 7 vs. 4. but I have more sisters. which really is way more siblings than he could ever have!&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? what pants. if eric had a choice we would all be naked. seriously. more of a team. we both take turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag who ever. if you want to do this please do. and danielle, i know where you live too. now do the bag tag. i want to see inside your purse!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8477690646774098692?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8477690646774098692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8477690646774098692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8477690646774098692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8477690646774098692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-tag.html' title='man tag.'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1643292503621217004</id><published>2008-02-14T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:18:52.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day! I have to admit. I am liking this holiday more and more. It is a fun and easy holiday where you show those around you how much you love and appreciate them. It is also a fun kids holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKYiHvBBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ygHVSEI2wQY/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168103095232562194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKYiHvBBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ygHVSEI2wQY/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast, we had heart toast with strawberry jam and pink milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKZCHvBCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JCoQws1XsI4/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168103103822496802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKZCHvBCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JCoQws1XsI4/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For dinner we had spaghetti. We also had sparkling apple juice or as the j family calls it "the bubbly". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKZSHvBDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JvDUN_h5iHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168103108117464114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKZSHvBDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JvDUN_h5iHQ/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Nicole found smurfs. She called me and was telling me about them and then I told eric and he got all excited and was recalling the names of all the smurfs. I had Nicole send me a few smurfs for Eric's valentine present. He LOVED them. I thought he would like them and then let the kiddos play with them. NOPE! He is taking them to work. Olivia might have something to say about it. She loves them, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKZiHvBEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/x5b-_eqNzeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168103112412431426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKZiHvBEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/x5b-_eqNzeQ/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Savannah and Olivia got matching hooded kitty towels with their names on them. Savannah seems to like Olivia's better. I don't know why since they are EXACTLY the same! Silly Savvy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKaCHvBFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YZpcJULkFBM/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168103121002366034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKaCHvBFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YZpcJULkFBM/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids at dinner. Aren't they cute??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great day! Thanks to Eric for making it so special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1643292503621217004?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1643292503621217004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1643292503621217004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1643292503621217004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1643292503621217004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R7jKYiHvBBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ygHVSEI2wQY/s72-c/IMG_0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-6931826714196163784</id><published>2008-02-07T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:11:47.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kind acts'/><title type='text'>the kindness of a stranger</title><content type='html'>Today, I took Olivia to the doctor. Since I was at the sandy ihc clinic, and I had a prescription called in for me for the pain of the ovarian cysts, i thought I would go and pick it up. the parmacist informed me that is price was going to be $104 with insurance. (turns our we have an high deductible on prescriptions.) OUCH! was all I could think. I knew that I would have to talk to eric before I filled that one. I told the pharmacist that I would have to wait and that since I really didn't need it today that it wasn't a big deal. I would talk to my doctor about free samples or another drug. I went to sit out and wait for Olivia's name to be called (which it took about 45 minutes total waiting time!). The pharmacist came out and told me that there was a man who wanted to pay for the prescription. I was floored. Someone I didn't know was willing to pay so much money for me. I was shocked. I thought that only happened in Christmas stories. I was near tears. The pharmacist said the man wouldn't take no for an answer. I ran into the pharmacy and met the kind stranger. He was an ordinary man. Plainly dressed and simple. He had been wandering around the pharmacy as I was talking to the pharmacist. As I explained to him that there is no way I would let him pay for this for me. He insisted and we went back and forth a few times. Tears were forming in both our eyes. I explained that I had the money and it was just not with me. I also told him that there are so many more deserving people than me. I was so touched that a stranger was offering this to me. In the end, I didn't get the prescription. I really didn't feel right. I think just knowing that he was willing was far more touching than the actually act of paying for it. We both sat in the waiting area for another few minutes. His wife was called back and he stayed. Olivia's name was finally called and I stood up to walk back to see the doctor. I gave the kind stranger one last smile of gratitude. I truly believe that his small act has affected me beyond words. I hope that I can be a kind stranger and show others the love that they all deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**this took me a fews days to write since it was such a sweet act. i wanted to do it justice!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-6931826714196163784?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6931826714196163784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=6931826714196163784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6931826714196163784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6931826714196163784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/kindness-of-stranger.html' title='the kindness of a stranger'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-597163172871061051</id><published>2008-02-07T14:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:16:46.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>cute cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uDL7aLUsI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mvjBvN7eah0/s1600-h/IMG_4139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164365638659691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uDL7aLUsI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mvjBvN7eah0/s400/IMG_4139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uDMraLUtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/grgQ_gc7vME/s1600-h/IMG_4141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164365651544593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uDMraLUtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/grgQ_gc7vME/s400/IMG_4141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uDM7aLUuI/AAAAAAAAAfE/HvkOVW-icF4/s1600-h/IMG_4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164365655839560418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uDM7aLUuI/AAAAAAAAAfE/HvkOVW-icF4/s400/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some a few of the fun pictures I took today while lexi was playing with savannah &amp;amp; olivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-597163172871061051?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/597163172871061051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=597163172871061051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/597163172871061051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/597163172871061051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-cousins.html' title='cute cousins'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uDL7aLUsI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mvjBvN7eah0/s72-c/IMG_4139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-6040463291074491677</id><published>2008-02-07T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:13:47.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>impetigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uBtraLUqI/AAAAAAAAAek/RwJquTNKxzo/s1600-h/IMG_4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164364019457020578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uBtraLUqI/AAAAAAAAAek/RwJquTNKxzo/s400/IMG_4133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uBuLaLUrI/AAAAAAAAAes/TDLSMOv6Z_Q/s1600-h/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164364028046955186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uBuLaLUrI/AAAAAAAAAes/TDLSMOv6Z_Q/s400/IMG_4130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (these are not the best pictures but you get the idea. and it is really hard to take a picture of olivia.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;impetigo. this is what is causing the sores on Olivia's face. she had a small sore right before we went to cancun and when we came home it was a lot bigger (kind of like a canker sore) and crusty and gross. really gross. that sore cleared up and then her nose got bad. it has been getting better and then i noticed another one by her eyebrow. i was doing some research on the internet last night (aka blog stalking, everyone does it) and saw something about it on the blog I was reading. saw the pictures and I knew I had to get her in to see the doctor. so glad I did. impetigo is a strep infection on the outer layers of the skin. it is really contagious but only if you have an open sore. it seems to pass though open sores. i am not sure how livvy got it but i hope that this is where it ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funnies part of the story is when we got back last tuesday, eric looked at it and said it looks like impetigo. in my mind, i was thinking what does he know. turns out father does know best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-6040463291074491677?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6040463291074491677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=6040463291074491677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6040463291074491677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6040463291074491677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/impetigo.html' title='impetigo'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6uBtraLUqI/AAAAAAAAAek/RwJquTNKxzo/s72-c/IMG_4133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1091487995558321581</id><published>2008-02-06T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:01:28.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><title type='text'>happy birthday to my dear husband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF5raLUvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ovhyTzhk4Hk/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164438992406139634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF5raLUvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ovhyTzhk4Hk/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF6LaLUwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KGpajCXuL7A/s1600-h/IMG_4151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164439000996074242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF6LaLUwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KGpajCXuL7A/s320/IMG_4151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF6raLUxI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Hx-FLXjRZGI/s1600-h/IMG_4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164439009586008850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF6raLUxI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Hx-FLXjRZGI/s320/IMG_4152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF7LaLUyI/AAAAAAAAAfk/N8LhvsBTfk8/s1600-h/IMG_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164439018175943458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF7LaLUyI/AAAAAAAAAfk/N8LhvsBTfk8/s320/IMG_4150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF7raLUzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HzL06stMAok/s1600-h/IMG_4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164439026765878066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF7raLUzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HzL06stMAok/s320/IMG_4147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eric's birthday was a few days ago. he was actually working the night of his birthday so we postponed celebrating until tonight. we did go to dinner with some his family members (adults only!) to market street on tuesday. that was tons of fun. all the girls sat on one side. the food was yummy and the company even better. tonight we celebrated with the girls. savannah was so excited to give eric his card and present that he got them the minute he walked in the door. she wrote her name on his card all by herself. she also drew a picture of a snowman (that can walk). it was really sweet. we had a simple dinner of salad and baked potato. (his choice) and the our favorite guys from the northeast made a visit. we sang to eric with a plate of cookies. eric is totally a no fuss guy when it comes to his birthday. this used to frustrate me. i love a party. i love to plan a party. i love to have people over. eric is the opposite. he doesn't even want people to know it is his birthday. he would be happier if it were forgotten. he usually even buys his own present because that way he gets what he wants. this year i felt particularly bad. i usually make him something as a surprise and I didn't even do that. i know he understands but i love to make him feel special. he is an amazing guy. i feel so lucky that he is in my life and a father to my beautiful (or will be once the impetigo is gone) girls. so thanks eric. i hope it was a good one. next year i may actually plan something. i may not. be good or i will plan a big party!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1091487995558321581?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1091487995558321581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1091487995558321581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1091487995558321581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1091487995558321581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-husband.html' title='happy birthday to my dear husband!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6vF5raLUvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ovhyTzhk4Hk/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1334857728497904159</id><published>2008-02-06T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:00:13.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>letters from home</title><content type='html'>we didn't call home while we were in cancun. we knew it would be really expensive so we just never planned on it. we did get lucky because the hotel had an internet cafe with free internet access. it was great. i was able to find out all about the kids. danielle sent me some funny stories. i was laughing out loud most of the time. i thought i would post them here. they are a little long but really funny. it was great to hear the funny stories even though we were so far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;danielle wrote:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is just fine here. The girls are doing great. Savannah is happy to be with Ben and Paul and they are playing fantastic. The only struggle I have had is getting Ben to take a nap. He doesn't want to but sure needs to. Olivia thinks that I am her mom...for right now at least. She is a little scavenger. Whenever she is hungry she goes to the cupboard or starts looking for food under the chairs. I think it is funny. Not sure yet is Savannah has really even noticed you are gone. I keep telling her you are in Mexico and she says hmmm and them walks away. Pretty funny! By the way...thanks for the PJs. You are awfully sweet to remember the boys in the little gifts. I didn't think you were going to but little Paul was so excited about his and couldn't get anything on them even popcorn. They all have been carrying their little stuffed animals around as if they were their only toy. The two older kids are working on their "art" projects right now and are having a blast. I think they were both getting a little bored and it was a little nice to have a new treat and something to stir up the monotony. I have wondered where a couple of items are but Savannah usually knows where they are and totally helps me find it. I couldn't find the syrup today and she helped me out on that and the bisquick. I was pretty impressed about the bisquick. I don't think my kids could tell anyone where that was....I asked her where the pancakes making stuff was. She has been doing great with potty. I just tell her that she needs to go in order to have a turn or to have a treat or whatever when I can tell she needs to go and then she goes just fine. She hasn't gone poo yet but I am sure that will come sometime. I really hope it isn't when the babysitter is here tonight. I will talk to her about it and tell them to watch out as well. I think she might not go until you get back...really. Well, hope you are having fun and soaking up the sun. Don't worry about the kids. They are in good hands and are having a ball. Love, Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I knew you wouldn't be calling...tooooo much money. Also, your kids are super easy to put to sleep. My kids are way harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;danielle also wrote&lt;/span&gt;: Okay...I thought I would share some funny things that S has done. So yesterday I told her to go pee and then we could do something...don't remember what it was. So she goes into the bathroom to go pee and stands there and starts to squeeze herself. I quickly ran in there and told her that she had to sit down b/c Paul is a boy and she is a girl and girls have to sit to pee and boys can stand. It was pretty funny. They were both sort of confused about that. I guess that is what happens when you have the same sex siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after I got her out of the tub and was dressing Ben. I told S to go and get some underwear out of her drawer. She told me that she didn't have any underwear in her drawer and I thought that was pretty weird. So after we got the little ones all dressed we went into her room and opened her drawer and she told me that those are "panties". Gotcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1334857728497904159?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1334857728497904159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1334857728497904159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1334857728497904159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1334857728497904159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/letters-from-home.html' title='letters from home'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1586996207072459357</id><published>2008-02-05T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:24:31.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>bag tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6lQULaLUpI/AAAAAAAAAec/Lx_qumuFfQ0/s1600-h/IMG_4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163746755347174034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6lQULaLUpI/AAAAAAAAAec/Lx_qumuFfQ0/s400/IMG_4127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got bagged tagged. thanks ann marie. sorry it took so long. not feeling well and cancun kind of got in the way. i was lucky and took a picture of my cancun bag so it was a lot more fun and a lot less mommy than i normal carry around. so here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;passports (mine and eric)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;postcards (i forgot to mail them to savannah and olivia)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see's butterscotch candies and biscoff cookies from airplane.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ipod and adapter for movie on plane (not that I watched it. read book)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the wedding by nicholas sparks. (read the whole thing on the 5hr flight home)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lip stuff -- rosebud salve (the best!), gap lip balm in vanilla (only vanilla I like), mac lipstick and gloss,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bobby pins and hair clip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loritab (for the cramping), vitamins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tissues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;muffin bar (so yummy and only 2 points)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quart size bag with saline solution and lip gloss in it. ( i was flying)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunglass bag. i know the sunglasses were in there but not sure where they are now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ticket stub from flight (did i mention i was flying)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that is about it. It was fun to do this tag, especially after travelling somewhere fun. Thanks ann marie. i tag nicole, kat, jacki t, and leyla (like ley will really do this!) have fun ladies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***Update: I have to say the morning I took this picture I was really glad I was not my sister Kris. She found a crisp chicken burrito from Taco Time in her purse. Yep, she was the lucky one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1586996207072459357?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1586996207072459357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1586996207072459357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1586996207072459357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1586996207072459357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/bag-tag.html' title='bag tag'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6lQULaLUpI/AAAAAAAAAec/Lx_qumuFfQ0/s72-c/IMG_4127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7647160042602188932</id><published>2008-02-05T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:09:48.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>not the flu</title><content type='html'>okay. i was sick last friday. i was puking and just feeling pretty crappy. it wasn't the flu. i guess i should have realized that when i was puking but didn't have a fever or really any other flu like symptoms and when the cramping kept getting worse. i was laying in a ball for two day. i think i had another ovarian cyst that ruptured. another you say? yeah. i had one about 4 weeks ago. in fact, i only was without cramping for about 24 hours. the last day in cancun, i felt normal. not sure on what to do about this. hopefully, this will be just a twice in a row thing and then go away. oh, there is one easy solution. while being pregnant and nursing you don't ovulate. but i really don't think we need to keep having kids just so i don't cramp up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7647160042602188932?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7647160042602188932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7647160042602188932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7647160042602188932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7647160042602188932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-flu.html' title='not the flu'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-3127830359869345514</id><published>2008-02-03T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:58:12.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>acts of kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6YcvLaLUoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1TUyztegSMg/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162845619668865666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6YcvLaLUoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1TUyztegSMg/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky enough to catch the snowblowing fairy hard at work. With all this snow we are lucky enough to have had a visit at our house from not only one but two of these hard working men. They were going around the neighborhood and clearing all this wonderful white stuff that we can't seem to get enough of! Thanks Guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-3127830359869345514?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3127830359869345514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=3127830359869345514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3127830359869345514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/3127830359869345514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/acts-of-kindness.html' title='acts of kindness'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R6YcvLaLUoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1TUyztegSMg/s72-c/IMG_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5655527444131797284</id><published>2008-01-29T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:20:45.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><title type='text'>cancun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R598iLaLUnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9c08P3gJvME/s1600-h/IMG_4120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160980624609858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R598iLaLUnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9c08P3gJvME/s320/IMG_4120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to cancun this last weekend. It was the first time we have left our children. It was so much fun. Eric's company earned 6 free trips to cancun from Contempo Tile. It was so much fun. The hotel was awesome. (Newly remodeled, swanky urban hotel) The food was great. (Guacomole, anyone?) We went with fun people. (Doug &amp;amp; Patti Burnett, Kat &amp;amp; Steve.) We had a stowaway. (Craig) We met tons of great people that we loved being with! (Jennifer, Jessica, Ryan, James, Dustin, Clint, Trace, etc. etc.) No trip is complete with out a wallet being stolen. (doug) Lots pictures. (200, I think!) Yummy breakfast! (missing that waffle with berries and cream!) Sun and Sunscreen. (I was the mom of the trip, aka sunscreen supplier.) Funny stories about drunk people (no names here, just know that i was in none of the stories!) Jungle tour to go snorkeling. (Not sure why it is called the jungle tour, there was no jungle!) Coming home to snow. (wish we had brought the sun home with us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post a slide show at a later day. So many pictures!!! &lt;/div&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/2763974716088182731-5655527444131797284?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5655527444131797284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5655527444131797284' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5655527444131797284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5655527444131797284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/cancun.html' title='cancun'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R598iLaLUnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9c08P3gJvME/s72-c/IMG_4120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4668426215158016060</id><published>2008-01-29T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:08:45.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>love this girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R595WLaLUmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MOZMMiySPWE/s1600-h/nov+2007+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160977119916544610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R595WLaLUmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MOZMMiySPWE/s320/nov+2007+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left our kids for the first time. I was hard, I am not going to lie. I think it helped that Danielle was going to be the one to watch them. Thanks Danielle!! I am so happy to have you for my sister. Thanks for being a mom to my kids while I was away. I appreciate your willingness to help me out. I had a great time! I am so lucky to have a great sister like you to help me out. Your turn is next!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. i know i already used this picture, but i couldn't find a cuter picture of just you. we need to work on that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4668426215158016060?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4668426215158016060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4668426215158016060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4668426215158016060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4668426215158016060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-this-girl.html' title='love this girl!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R595WLaLUmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MOZMMiySPWE/s72-c/nov+2007+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-276143338610240655</id><published>2008-01-29T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:01:40.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>so much....</title><content type='html'>....to do, say, and snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do: unpack, blog, laundry, hug kids, thank danielle, thank yous to contempo tile, grocery shop, adjust to reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say: wow! can't wait to blog all that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow: don't you love coming home from a warm get away to a lot of snow on the ground. i do. it makes the trip that much more special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are home. mexico was a blast. you will hear more later. i promise. i think that stories will be coming from this trip for the months to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-276143338610240655?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/276143338610240655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=276143338610240655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/276143338610240655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/276143338610240655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-much.html' title='so much....'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8566980368426356012</id><published>2008-01-24T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:05:45.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>love these girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l73baLUiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gyu6eSR8KBw/s1600-h/IMG_3659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159291040310186530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l73baLUiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gyu6eSR8KBw/s320/IMG_3659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l737aLUjI/AAAAAAAAAds/T7DnsMzDW1k/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159291048900121138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l737aLUjI/AAAAAAAAAds/T7DnsMzDW1k/s320/IMG_3675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l74LaLUkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gRvLVy0C9ds/s1600-h/IMG_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159291053195088450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l74LaLUkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gRvLVy0C9ds/s320/IMG_3682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l74raLUlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vUH1uvMCJZk/s1600-h/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159291061785023058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l74raLUlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vUH1uvMCJZk/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it but I love these girls! They make me smile everyday, sometimes they make me cry too. But mostly they make me happy. eric makes me pretty happy too! He is a great dad. Olivia has become a daddy's girl. She can now say "dada" and looks at eric and laughs. She totally is working him. Get ready daddy, you are about to be wrapped around another little finger!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: I don't hurt my child but she is a little accident prone. I think that is from my side of the family. If you know me or my sisters, you will agree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8566980368426356012?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8566980368426356012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8566980368426356012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8566980368426356012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8566980368426356012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-these-girls.html' title='love these girls'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5l73baLUiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gyu6eSR8KBw/s72-c/IMG_3659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-6383339430469285044</id><published>2008-01-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:40:42.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5TZD5hMM3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/9u75WnxXdpw/s1600-h/IMG_4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157986134248928114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5TZD5hMM3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/9u75WnxXdpw/s320/IMG_4059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5TZEphMM4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/JayWU_DfUa0/s1600-h/IMG_4058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157986147133830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5TZEphMM4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/JayWU_DfUa0/s320/IMG_4058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is snowing today. Lots and lots. It hasn't stopped. I convinced Savannah to let me put her in the snow and take a picture. It was kind of funny. There is so much snow. I don't want to leave the house. It is nice to not have anywhere to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-6383339430469285044?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6383339430469285044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=6383339430469285044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6383339430469285044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/6383339430469285044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5TZD5hMM3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/9u75WnxXdpw/s72-c/IMG_4059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1531879298842055562</id><published>2008-01-18T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:57:18.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5DoeJhMMzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/EWwoGvzWSsU/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156877177988068146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5DoeJhMMzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/EWwoGvzWSsU/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia is walking. Savannah was walking at 11 months so I knew it was coming early. She began taking more than just a few steps about two weeks ago. She now prefers to walk over crawling. The only time she crawls is when she is in a hurry to get some where. She is so proud of her self. She just smiles and laughs! So cute! The funniest part is that every time Savannah sees her walking, she begins to scream, "Olivia is walking!" Like she has never seen her do it before. It is crazy to see Olivia's little body just walking along and acting all grown up. Time is just flying by! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1531879298842055562?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1531879298842055562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1531879298842055562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1531879298842055562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1531879298842055562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5DoeJhMMzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/EWwoGvzWSsU/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7872567282993043487</id><published>2008-01-17T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:26:03.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>All Done!!!!</title><content type='html'>That is right, I am all done! Finished! What you say? Olivia is totally on a bottle. I breastfed her for the last time on Sunday. It is hard to believe but I did it. (I nursed Savannah for a record 15 months!) She loves her bottle and I love her taking a bottle. Makes life so much easier!! I was worried about how she would react but she has handling the transition very well. I can't wait so wear normal clothes and have a smaller chest!! I think that is what I am most excited about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7872567282993043487?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7872567282993043487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7872567282993043487' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7872567282993043487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7872567282993043487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-done.html' title='All Done!!!!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7425150759673119150</id><published>2008-01-17T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:22:11.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><title type='text'>Savannah is a Sunbeam!</title><content type='html'>Savannah started primary a few weeks ago! I meant to take a picture and post it but well I didn't. I will try to remember this Sunday! She was so excited to start! She went right in and sat next to "her Ayden". She already knows her teachers well. One is the mom across the street and the other was her nursery teacher. I have had several Primary workers tell me how cute she is and how reverent she is. It makes me so proud of her. I can't believe she is growing up. Funny side note -- in her class there is a Hannah and Anna. Makes it kind of funny, huh? Savannah, Hannah and Anna. Both of the other girls moved in after they were born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7425150759673119150?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7425150759673119150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7425150759673119150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7425150759673119150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7425150759673119150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/savannah-is-sunbeam.html' title='Savannah is a Sunbeam!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1558331396815407021</id><published>2008-01-17T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:18:03.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><title type='text'>Major Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>We have been potty training Savannah for months and months. Those of you around me have heard all the potty stories. I haven't post any of them since I am really just sick of potty training and, well, poop! We are having a few accidents here and there but Savannah is getting it. She makes it through preschool, dance and now primary. I have thrown away more underwear than i can even count (or want to!) But last night, for the first time, Savannah woke me up so that she could go potty! Eric was confused and really kind of asleep, but I was so excited! This is great! She is getting it! Of course, it was just Sunday that she peed in her room on the floor but she is getting it! I will be so glad when I can say we have gone 1 week with no accident! I know that day is coming soon!!!! I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1558331396815407021?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1558331396815407021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1558331396815407021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1558331396815407021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1558331396815407021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/major-breakthrough.html' title='Major Breakthrough'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5382117590505392289</id><published>2008-01-17T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:22:10.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The Work and The Glory</title><content type='html'>It was a goal of mine to finish The Work and The Glory series last year (2007). I did it. I finished on December 28! I know it really shouldn't have taken me so long but did I mention I had a baby. I really resisted even reading the books. Eric "suggested" that I read them like 5 years ago. Last February, I was stuck in St George and needed a book to read. Well, that weekend I read the first two. It was before Olivia and we were watching Lexi while Kris and Paul were at some training thing. I got hooked. I finished a few more after Olivia was born. But that last one was the hardest for me. I don't know why. I think that poor Steed family was stuck in Winter Quarters for way too long. I finally finished and was so happy when they made it into the valley. (like I didn't know they would!) I really enjoyed reading this historical fiction. I think it helped put into perspective all that happened to the early Saints. While reading I found out that I had ancestors that were at Winter Quarters. They were part of the group that was asked to stay and raise crops. It helped give me an understanding that was not there before. I also think that it help strengthen my testimony of Joseph Smith. I know that it is fiction but I can't help but feeling like the stories allowed me to briefly be a part of the early restoration of the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Another trivial little thing about the Steed Family. The oldest son Josh has two daughters Savannah and Olivia. Our savannah was named after this. She has bright red hair. When I was pregnant with Savannah we both were convinced that we would get a red head. Wrong, Jorgensen light  brown is what we got. Eric won on the name anyway. When it came time for Olivia to be named we went to the hospital with totally different names. But she was so calm and relaxed, we felt it was just Olivia. I had to say that I was not yet to the part in the books where Joshua meets Olivia and her mom so really it wasn't after the books at all.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the stories. Has anyone else read the books? Do you ever feel like historical fiction makes the stories come alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5382117590505392289?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5382117590505392289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5382117590505392289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5382117590505392289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5382117590505392289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-and-glory.html' title='The Work and The Glory'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-5273270410026036270</id><published>2008-01-15T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:36:58.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Taco Tuesday Lives On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41Dk5hMMuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-NYxM1wnlMw/s1600-h/IMG_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155851449603470050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41Dk5hMMuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-NYxM1wnlMw/s400/IMG_4043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday for Taco Night, we celebrated Steve's birthday. We had most of the Jorgensen's over. It was a fun night. Everyone loved the tacos and the brownie sundaes. Savannah loves Steve a lot. She really likes that his name starts with a Mama S too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-5273270410026036270?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5273270410026036270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=5273270410026036270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5273270410026036270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/5273270410026036270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/taco-tuesday-lives-on.html' title='Taco Tuesday Lives On'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41Dk5hMMuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-NYxM1wnlMw/s72-c/IMG_4043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4280671031481072931</id><published>2008-01-08T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:12:38.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>an easy way to serve</title><content type='html'>as a mom with young kids, I want to serve but I have found that I can't really do service projects or structured things like that. I do find that I can make dinner for those who need it. a friend in my ward just had surgery, so I made dinner for her. Simple and easy. Yet, I know that when I get a dinner brought to me it is a lifesaver. Takes so much off my mind to not worry about dinner. I hope that this is way I can serve others. I just hope they like my cooking. And I plan on doing it more and more. (unless someone tells me to stop with the terrible recipes!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4280671031481072931?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4280671031481072931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4280671031481072931' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4280671031481072931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4280671031481072931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/easy-way-to-serve.html' title='an easy way to serve'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1475127642118313230</id><published>2008-01-07T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:08:51.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>a new calling</title><content type='html'>I recieved a new calling in church this week. I am a Sunday School teacher. I have to say I am really excited about it. I have never taught sunday school before and I am not really great at teaching but I am happy to feel apart of something and be able to serve. I have struggled with where I fit in at my ward. We have lived here for six years and at times I have felt like I am starting all over. Let me explain. My first calling in this ward came six months after we moved in. That was hard on me. I had just come from a ward where I was the 2nd counselor in the Young Women's and I really didn't want to leave the ward. I loved it! I was trying to figure out a way to stay in that ward. Trust me I tried. Back to my calling. I was called as a primary teacher to seven 9 year old boys. Yep! And I was alone. It was the hardest thing I think I have ever done!! (those boys just left Eric's deacons this last year!) The new year came and I was moved to a new class (nicknamed the dream class) and they were angels. I was also called as an Activity Days leader. I enjoyed all that until I was called to be the primary secretary. I loved this calling. It was great! I think I met more people during that calling then I have in any other calling. It was great. The hardest thing for me was to ask to be released after the birth of Savannah. I just couldn't do it with her. She was very difficult her first few months and I had very little support from Eric. I don't blame Eric, it was our first kid and he was busy too, but I felt very alone at church because he had something to do and I had to take care of Savannah. I was then called to Activity Days. I had this calling for two years. It was great, I loved the girls I worked with. They were so cute! (Two are now in my sunday school class!) After two years, I was feeling forgotten. I know that is terrible but I was. I knew what I was doing was important but I just felt like I could do more. I was then called to the Activities Committee. I loved this. Parties are right up my alley! I loved this calling. Unfortunately, I was joining the committe when I was pregnant and the leader was about to be released. We had two amazing parties. And that was it. A new leader was called. And not a lot was done for the ward parties. Actually only the Pioneer Day breakfast and well that is another story. A year later here I am.  I hadn't done anything except cut fruit since Olivia was born.  I know it is hard with two small children to give your all but I know that I can. I also know that I need Eric to support me in this calling. I cannot do it with out him! Sorry for the novel but this has been on my mind. I felt like I have so much to give yet I was stuggling for a place to give it. This calling came at the right time. I am really excited to teach for so many reasons. This year is the Book of Mormon and I am so excited to learn and study and teach others about the importance of this book and how it can change your life. I can't wait to get to know the 12 year olds of our ward better. (they might be sick of Jorgensens though since Eric gets the boys the first hour for Deacons.) I think the only way I was able to get through the last few months of not feeling relevant in this ward was the I knew my Heavenly Father loves me and has a plan for me.  I just had to keep telling myself this.  I also knew that my job was to support my husband as he is serving in the young mens. I feel like I do that. He is away a lot with them, especially in the summer, but I know that he is needed there.  So sorry for the long ramble. Many thoughts running through my head right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1475127642118313230?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1475127642118313230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1475127642118313230' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1475127642118313230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1475127642118313230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-calling.html' title='a new calling'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8227117538807854828</id><published>2008-01-07T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:47:32.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><title type='text'>Savannah as Stephanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R4Kd6phMMtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NspnQKs_RBw/s1600-h/img_4024+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152854554568307410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R4Kd6phMMtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NspnQKs_RBw/s400/img_4024+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have kids you know about Lazy Town. Well, Savannah saw this Stephanie dress up outfit when we were out running errands and she had to have it. I agreed simply because I wanted to leave the store and she wasn't budging. But isn't it so cute. She loves it. She has been walking around saying she is Stephanie. It is so cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8227117538807854828?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8227117538807854828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8227117538807854828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8227117538807854828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8227117538807854828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/savannah-as-stephanie.html' title='Savannah as Stephanie'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R4Kd6phMMtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NspnQKs_RBw/s72-c/img_4024+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7320777005653089948</id><published>2008-01-04T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:51:23.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><title type='text'>Eric's New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36bcJhMMpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vupVPLmjCcU/s1600-h/img_4015+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151725931652199058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36bcJhMMpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vupVPLmjCcU/s400/img_4015+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you really know our family, you know that Eric is usually the person who vacuums in our house. I hardly ever do it. In fact, Eric picked out our last vacuum around the time I had livvy and well I didn't even know how to turn it on (or even where he put it) for a really long time. We made a deal when we got married that he could vacuum and I would do laundry (although he no longer remembers this deal). So a few days ago Eric brought home a new vacuum. It is the Dyson Stowaway. He was so excited. He has been wanting a Dyson FOREVER! He waited until after dinner to open it. It then became a family party. Olivia loved it. Savannah had a blast. Eric was in heaven and I got an freshly vacuumed house! What could be better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36bxZhMMqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2ErR_bZW9z4/s1600-h/IMG_4012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36bx5hMMrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7eFQrg-Z7Co/s1600-h/img_4006+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151726305314353842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36bx5hMMrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7eFQrg-Z7Co/s200/img_4006+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36cCphMMsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/y-05jwQoY_8/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151726593077162690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36cCphMMsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/y-05jwQoY_8/s200/IMG_4014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7320777005653089948?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7320777005653089948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7320777005653089948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7320777005653089948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7320777005653089948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/erics-new-toy.html' title='Eric&apos;s New Toy'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R36bcJhMMpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vupVPLmjCcU/s72-c/img_4015+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-8388785192780090379</id><published>2008-01-03T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:24:17.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I don't usually make resolutions. I usually try to make myself a better person year round. But this year I am trying to make things better now. Here are a few of the things I want to achieve/accomplish this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Book of Mormon at least once this year.&lt;br /&gt;Family Prayer and Scripture Reading each night***&lt;br /&gt;Eating smarter as a family and individually&lt;br /&gt;Completing projects (not just starting them)&lt;br /&gt;Better blogger (more interesting and thoughtful)&lt;br /&gt;Controlling my temper with my girls better&lt;br /&gt;Finish decorating my house! (and try to do it for each holiday!)&lt;br /&gt;Being a better wife/mother/daughter/sister/aunt&lt;br /&gt;Remembering to send thanks yous for the little things that people do for me&lt;br /&gt;Being a better visiting teacher!! (For some reason I have struggled with this one this last year! Let's do it right Allison!!)&lt;br /&gt;Finish de-junking house&lt;br /&gt;Be a better neighbor&lt;br /&gt;Gossip less and serve other more&lt;br /&gt;Make one quilt for each of my daughters&lt;br /&gt;Finish Scrapbooks for each of my daughters for their first year (way behind!!)&lt;br /&gt;Spend quality time with Eric at least once a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots more things I want to do this year but I think I will just do them and post about them later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Okay, we haven't been the best at this in the past but that is all changing. We have done it for 3 nights so far. Last night (jan 2), we sat down to read the scripture and eric and I asked whose turn it was and Savannah didn't miss a beat! She said it was her turn. I helped her "read" the scripture. She then immediately got on her knees and got ready to say the prayer. It just amazed me that after only one night she had caught on to it and was ready and willing to do it. She has never been willing in the past. I was so proud of her! She did the same thing tonight! She knew that is was my turn to read and pray. She even took the scriptures out of eric's hand and gave them to me. I can't believe how grown up this make her seem to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-8388785192780090379?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8388785192780090379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=8388785192780090379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8388785192780090379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/8388785192780090379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-2825464896707942217</id><published>2008-01-02T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:17:51.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 30th Steve!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3vxXJhMMmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/oLBq5bB1X7Y/s1600-h/IMG_3876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150975978822709858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3vxXJhMMmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/oLBq5bB1X7Y/s400/IMG_3876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Steve!! Hope your next 30 years are just as great! I am happy to have you as a brother! Thanks for always being you! I love that I can tease you and be honest with you! You are a great friend and brother! Hard to believe we have known each other for 9 year!!! Time flys! Welcome to the 30's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-2825464896707942217?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2825464896707942217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=2825464896707942217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2825464896707942217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/2825464896707942217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-30th-steve.html' title='Happy 30th Steve!!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3vxXJhMMmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/oLBq5bB1X7Y/s72-c/IMG_3876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-4783198764722780973</id><published>2007-12-31T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:41:01.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><title type='text'>10 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41EgZhMMvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/61k13aew3z8/s1600-h/IMG_4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155852471805686514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41EgZhMMvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/61k13aew3z8/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41EgphMMwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rKjKKKk3tZM/s1600-h/IMG_3897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155852476100653826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41EgphMMwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rKjKKKk3tZM/s320/IMG_3897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia is getting so big. She amazes me everyday. It seems like she learns something new everyday. She loves to torment Savannah (and Lexi when she is here!). She loves the dishwasher. It is like she has a radar or something. She can tell anytime you open the dishwasher. She is almost walking. I can't believe how much one little person can change in just a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-4783198764722780973?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4783198764722780973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=4783198764722780973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4783198764722780973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/4783198764722780973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-months-old.html' title='10 Months Old'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R41EgZhMMvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/61k13aew3z8/s72-c/IMG_4035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1103498353562131178</id><published>2007-12-31T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:33:19.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Dave II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3vmu5hMMWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/rRc_tOZhUi0/s1600-h/IMG_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150964292216697186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3vmu5hMMWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/rRc_tOZhUi0/s400/IMG_1931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Dave! I know that he is not checking this blog since he is on his mission and has so many more important things to do, but I just wanted to wish him a happy 20th birthday!! We are proud of you and our girls miss you !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1103498353562131178?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1103498353562131178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1103498353562131178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1103498353562131178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1103498353562131178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/dave-ii.html' title='Dave II'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3vmu5hMMWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/rRc_tOZhUi0/s72-c/IMG_1931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-7545056336991445948</id><published>2007-12-28T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:28:22.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Nicole, Danielle and I signed up for a gift exchange called Pink Christmas. The idea is that you make something and then send it to that person and they open it on Christmas. Well, being sisters that weren't going to be together on Christmas we decided to open it together a few days early. I have to say a big thank you to Jenny for my gift! Loved it all! The apron, the tutu's for the girls, the J plaque, and the scarf! So very thoughtful and sweet! (Don't forget the m&amp;amp;m's! Like I could forget chocolate!) Having trouble finding the picture I took.  Will post it when I find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had fun creating my gift for Sheri in AZ. I hope she liked it! The gift exchange was a great idea and I had lots of fun with it! I think it is a must for next year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3UV6phMMPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjZiWtvlxCE/s1600-h/IMG_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045846289690866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3UV6phMMPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjZiWtvlxCE/s200/IMG_3661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-7545056336991445948?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7545056336991445948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=7545056336991445948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7545056336991445948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/7545056336991445948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/pink-christmas.html' title='Pink Christmas!'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R3UV6phMMPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjZiWtvlxCE/s72-c/IMG_3661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763974716088182731.post-1214343519577604545</id><published>2007-12-28T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:19:13.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Since all the writers are on strike for TV I thought I should take a break too. Just kidding. So much has been going on yet, I didn't have the energy for blogging. I think each member of our family was sick at least once once this past month except for me. Stay tuned and I will attempt to update you on our last month or so.  Thanks to Kat for calling me on my blog slacking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763974716088182731-1214343519577604545?l=natalieandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1214343519577604545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2763974716088182731&amp;postID=1214343519577604545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1214343519577604545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2763974716088182731/posts/default/1214343519577604545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieandgirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-hiatus.html' title='Blog Hiatus'/><author><name>Natalie Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516363464803894690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vk6a9v0fs_U/R5EbgJhMM2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/UtGFcodl0FI/S220/IMG_2714+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
