<?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-338840738352038051</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:24:21.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forman Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-232904986378204534</id><published>2009-03-06T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:08:42.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand....</title><content type='html'>So i have gotten scolded by pretty much everyone I know for not updating my blog forever.  I have been seduced by something called Facebook and if i have some time to kill, i am usually on there, finding out what everyone is doing.   However, several people have expressed concern and disappointment, (yes Jeff said he was disappointed) that the last post on here was several months ago! My other problem is that i got a new camera and for some reason, it is like a 12 step process to download pictures.  I am gonna get a dock for it that will make it easier and faster, and we will be back in business!  Just to give you an update on what we have been doing since the first of the year.....absolutely NOTHING!  We finally broke away on Wednesday and are down in St George, enjoying the sunshine and NO SNOW!  We are also visiting my grandparents who are in Mesquite for the winter.    So... i will post pics and give a report on our trip next week when i get back in town.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-232904986378204534?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/232904986378204534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=232904986378204534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/232904986378204534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/232904986378204534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back by popular demand....'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-2890530188870808066</id><published>2008-11-25T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:59:04.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"toast is done!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxYHYBt9aI/AAAAAAAAANA/ITnMFtdVXdY/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272686147475994018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxYHYBt9aI/AAAAAAAAANA/ITnMFtdVXdY/s320/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this was funny and had to share it.  yesterday I was trying to do everything at once- as usual- and was juggling laundry, breakfast, and working.  I put in some toast for Linc and got out the cinnamon sugar to put on it when it was done.  As it was cooking, i went into the laundry room to fold some towels.  When I came out, Linc looks at me and says "toast is done!".  He had climbed up on the counter, got the toast out of the toaster, poured about half of the cinnamon sugar on it and was basically just licking the sugar off.  I am so thankful for Lincoln being so independent and being able to feed and take care of himself when his mom is busy! :)&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/338840738352038051-2890530188870808066?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/2890530188870808066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=2890530188870808066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2890530188870808066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2890530188870808066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/11/toast-is-done.html' title='&quot;toast is done!&quot;'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxYHYBt9aI/AAAAAAAAANA/ITnMFtdVXdY/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4563711215426906208</id><published>2008-11-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:54:11.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUwssIdGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sbUHR_61VSc/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682459350725730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUwssIdGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sbUHR_61VSc/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been so busy since we got home that I haven't even had time to post pics on here of our amazing trip!  This top one is probably not one of the "highlights" but funny anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUv8sBB4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1q4y96UeAjA/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682446465337218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUv8sBB4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1q4y96UeAjA/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was at the Black Sand beach on the road to Hana.  This was one of my favorite parts of the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUvNRLWYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zs7j2XVfxfg/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682433736300930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUvNRLWYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zs7j2XVfxfg/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was pretty long and windy, but some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. they say that it is "the most beautiful drive" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUXUOh8XI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eCtP5bXRwGA/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682023287386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUXUOh8XI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eCtP5bXRwGA/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww.  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUXLoD55I/AAAAAAAAAMY/i2Poux9Euck/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682020978550674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUXLoD55I/AAAAAAAAAMY/i2Poux9Euck/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at dinner on our actual anniversary.  Part of our package deal was a free dinner at this restaurant at the resort we were staying at. Well, up to $80 anyways.  Everything there is SO expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUWrxUwWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H6sY4ejscbM/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682012427469154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUWrxUwWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H6sY4ejscbM/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after Jeff got knocked down by a wave.  We spent most of our time either SCUBA diving or snorkeling.  We were underwater more than we were above.  Just how we wanted it! We saw a sea turtle 2 different times. One was when we were snorkeling up the beach from our hotel at a place called Black rock.  It is perfect for snorkeling and SCUBA there because the visibility is so good.  Anyways, I looked to one side of me and saw this HUGE turtle swimming right for me! I moved out of it's way and was in awe as it swam by me like it didn't even know I existed! it was probably one of my top 3 things from our trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUWdmhh8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/0z9E-XVsiII/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682008624072642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUWdmhh8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/0z9E-XVsiII/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our view every night from our deck.  jeff had a hard time getting me to leave that chair.  I could have sat there all day long, every day and just enjoy the view.  I could see turtles in the water every morning, right out from our beach.  I also saw some whales out a little further one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUWNu2QCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vIg0n9GVMxM/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272682004364017698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUWNu2QCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vIg0n9GVMxM/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at the Luau at our hotel.  We had a great time.  The food was amazing! They bbq'ed some beef that Jeff LOVED! Every night after that, he could smell them cooking it and he wanted to go steal some.  All in all, the trip was fabulous! A week is plenty long to be gone. We were missing the boys a few days before we came home.  They were happy to see us, but had a great "vacation" of their own at grandma Nancy's, grandma Debbies, Nate &amp;amp; Leslie's, and Randy &amp;amp; Ash's.  I am so lucky to have such great family members that are willing to watch the boys so we could go spend some time together for our anniversary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-4563711215426906208?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4563711215426906208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4563711215426906208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4563711215426906208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4563711215426906208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/11/hawaii-highlights.html' title='Hawaii Highlights'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SSxUwssIdGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sbUHR_61VSc/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-509594841839505866</id><published>2008-11-17T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:50:30.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downside to a week in paradise</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting here in the Honolulu airport at 12:45 am (Utah time), waiting for our 6 hour flight that will arrive in SLC at approximately 7:45 am TOMORROW, it occurs to me that this may be the first of several down sides to escaping to paradise for a week.  I have a hard time sleeping on a plane, but that is just what I must do or else be a total wreck for the next week, while my 32 (yes that's right...32) year old body recovers!   Not to mention the 10 loads of laundry that will awwait me once the bags get all unpacked. So for all of you that may have felt a little jealousy that you weren't coming with us, go ahead and be glad tomorrow morning when you wake up and have had a good night's sleep and aren't picking up the pieces of being gone for a week. :) I will be sure to post pictures tomorrow when I am putting off doing the laundry and reading blogs instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-509594841839505866?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/509594841839505866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=509594841839505866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/509594841839505866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/509594841839505866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/11/downside-to-week-in-paradise.html' title='Downside to a week in paradise'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-1891613955231045872</id><published>2008-11-05T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:20:22.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJzkLwr6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tGOJCyy7GGk/s1600-h/DSC03267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266337227003178914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJzkLwr6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tGOJCyy7GGk/s320/DSC03267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJyxQEd0I/AAAAAAAAALw/ZB5ys-h38yg/s1600-h/DSC03209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266337213331044162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJyxQEd0I/AAAAAAAAALw/ZB5ys-h38yg/s320/DSC03209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJygNzjzI/AAAAAAAAALo/7EjFwUplbQk/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266337208758144818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJygNzjzI/AAAAAAAAALo/7EjFwUplbQk/s320/DSC03186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJyARbBnI/AAAAAAAAALg/c2LyiLG6eC0/s1600-h/DSC03175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266337200183379570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJyARbBnI/AAAAAAAAALg/c2LyiLG6eC0/s320/DSC03175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJxp_JFLI/AAAAAAAAALY/K7o3lOZJr3E/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266337194201126066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJxp_JFLI/AAAAAAAAALY/K7o3lOZJr3E/s320/DSC03167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week from today is mine and Jeff's 11th wedding anniversary. I can't believe I am old enough to have been married for that long, but it's true. Last year was kind of a big one for us and so we took off to Hawaii for a romantic getaway. We stayed at the Grand Hyatt in Kauai and it was AMAZING! I absolutely loved that place! Besides the beautiful scenery, ocean all around you, green everywhere, it had a small town feel to it. There was not one highway or freeway on the whole island- just 2 lane roads everywhere. The morning we were supposed to leave, I was sitting on our deck/patio which had an amazing view of the ocean and I could see the whales swimming by as I was sitting there, I told Jeff he was going to have to go get the boys and bring them back because I wasn't leaving. He dragged me out, kicking and screaming, and then on the way to the airport, when we passed the COSTCO, that sealed the deal. I was moving there permanently! I can live anyplace as long as they have a COSTCO! He said that we had to go back to reality but he would bring me back to my new favorite place next year. Well, what do you know.... it's next year already!!! We are leaving on Tuesday and are going to Maui this time. I hope they don't have a COSTCO or you guys might have to come visit me there if you want to ever see me again! Anyways, I just wanted to write down some reasons (1 for every year of marriage) that I love Jeff. If it gets too sappy, just stop reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He always gives me the last bite of something we are sharing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He turns on my seat warmers before I get in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He lets me put my cold feet on him in bed to warm them up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He does the dishes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He is a absolute genius with the BBQ grill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He thinks I am beautiful even when I clearly am not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He is very hardworking and dedicated to his job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He has great lips...ewwwww I know, i know... bear with me here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He can fix anything!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He loves spending one on one time with the boys so I can have some free time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He is the best dad and husband i could ever ask for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on but those are just a few of the reasons why I am so grateful that I saw him and his awesome mullet while I was cruising State Street about 13 years ago. I am also glad that he decided to marry me even though he was given a fair warning that it wouldn't be easy. It hasn't been easy all the time, but there's been more good times than bad and we always seem to work it out. I am a very lucky girl to have him!! Love you Jeffrey!!&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/338840738352038051-1891613955231045872?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/1891613955231045872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=1891613955231045872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1891613955231045872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1891613955231045872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-reasons.html' title='11 reasons'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SRXJzkLwr6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tGOJCyy7GGk/s72-c/DSC03267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-2602355662238330125</id><published>2008-11-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:03:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman and R..........BATMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyv0miIJMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dScul2Q5k8k/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775382721012930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyv0miIJMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dScul2Q5k8k/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now before you think to yourself, "Nicole has really gone too far with her obsession of dressing her boys alike every chance she gets", we did not intend on having 2 Batmans for Halloween. However, due to a wardrobe malfunction, we ended up with Dawson being Dark Knight batman and Linc was regular Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvz2hh6aI/AAAAAAAAALI/IOAOAmNglZg/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775369833605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvz2hh6aI/AAAAAAAAALI/IOAOAmNglZg/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a party at my mom's house with all the cousins.  We had homemade chicken noodle soup, rolls and Mummy Dogs. (hotdogs in a blanket that look like mummies, all wrapped up) We had some bubbling witches brew (homemade root beer) to drink and LOTS of candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvzd2v31I/AAAAAAAAALA/QO9yEUw83oQ/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775363211714386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvzd2v31I/AAAAAAAAALA/QO9yEUw83oQ/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Debbie bought them these suckers that have a funny mouth on the other side. They were a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvwlXbDbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VPFArdSwhHA/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775313688202674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvwlXbDbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VPFArdSwhHA/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Earlier in the day, we went to Jeff's parents and his grandparents house to trick-or-treat and so they could see the kids in their costumes.  Then we went to Dad's work to the party they have there every year.  At night, we went to my grandparents house and then my parents.  We made quite the rounds- as usual.  Jeff's brother Randy and his wife Ashley came over and went trick or treating with us and brought the boys a huge treat!  I wonder how long it's going to take us to eat all of that candy.  The only things that we tempting to me at all were the full size bag of swedish fish that Ashley brought each of them and the GIANT Butterfinger that one of our neighbors was giving out.  Amazingly, the boys really haven't been asking for candy that much today. Maybe they ate too much yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvwYN11II/AAAAAAAAAKw/1Szsh0YKZv0/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775310158353538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyvwYN11II/AAAAAAAAAKw/1Szsh0YKZv0/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lincoln didn't really know or care what was going on last year so it was all new and fun to him.   He loved his costume- which is rare for any of the 2 year olds I have been around.  He wanted to leave it on all day.  I had to take it off to spot clean it after we left Dad's work and he ate a bunch of M &amp;amp; M's on the way home.  He LOVED trick-or-treating and would beat Dawson to each door and yell "Trick or Treat"!! He would run and/or skip from house to house.  It was the cutest thing ever! I was so sad that I didn't take the video camera. &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/338840738352038051-2602355662238330125?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/2602355662238330125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=2602355662238330125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2602355662238330125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2602355662238330125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/11/batman-and-rbatman.html' title='Batman and R..........BATMAN!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQyv0miIJMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dScul2Q5k8k/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-7560611111044852889</id><published>2008-10-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:54:08.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Golf With Grandma and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQpRW7S6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7YRTysZNkMM/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262755940779379618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQpRW7S6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7YRTysZNkMM/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a call from Grandma today asking us to go mini-golfing.  Every time we drive past Mulligans, Dawson asks me when we are going to go mini-golfing again. The last time we went, I was carrying baby Lincoln in a Baby Bjorn carrier.  So it was time.  We decided to do the Haunted House course, being 2 days before Halloween and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQoWts-2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/J2UAw62-DHU/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262755925037218658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQoWts-2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/J2UAw62-DHU/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lincoln was interested in golfing for about 2 holes.  They gave him his own little putter and he mostly wanted to hit people and/or things with it.  He loved running up and down the hills on the different holes.  Luckily, we were pretty much the only ones there, so he could run free and not bug anyone. I am not sure why he was crawling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQoEtTdlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jnxL9Vw9Iv4/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262755920203707986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQoEtTdlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jnxL9Vw9Iv4/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dawson is a great golfer! He would tell us on each hole if we got a par, birdie, etc.  We didn't see many hole in ones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQnVbHqPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TkxmPZG96zM/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262755907510970610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQnVbHqPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TkxmPZG96zM/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and grandpa had to show us all the correct form and golf etiquette.  I am pretty sure we failed at the etiquette part.  Grandma and Grandpa were thrown off a bit with the little putters. They are both excellent golfers and they are used to the real putters and so me and Dawson had the advantage.  We have &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; practiced with the mini golf ones! :) (well recently anyways) It's a good thing we weren't keeping score or else we might have made them feel bad.  That might fall into the "grandparent abuse" category and we all know how serious those consequences are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQnKi5KFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Sxxpyj5J17I/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262755904590784594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQnKi5KFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Sxxpyj5J17I/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a PERFECT autumn day and great for mini-golf.   We all enjoyed being outside in the beautiful weather and spending time doing something fun with grandma and grandpa!  It was A LOT better than Stink-e-cheese!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-7560611111044852889?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/7560611111044852889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=7560611111044852889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7560611111044852889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7560611111044852889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/mini-golf-with-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Mini-Golf With Grandma and Grandpa'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQkQpRW7S6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7YRTysZNkMM/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-2856300234820779575</id><published>2008-10-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:32:25.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stink-e-cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_HuAyH3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0BI9bfOxG7c/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262736672657907570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_HuAyH3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0BI9bfOxG7c/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dawson has been off track now for a few weeks and he is officially BORED! Yesterday he said he wanted to do something fun and could we go to Chuck-e-cheese.  I was in a nice-mom mood and told him we could.  I made sure we stopped somewhere on the way to get me some lunch so I didn't have to eat their nasty pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_G2BtixI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k9I-ksI46Go/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262736657629416210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_G2BtixI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k9I-ksI46Go/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dawson's favorite game is the snowmobile ride/game.  He is really good at it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_GSf7fCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vBvKekIJZBA/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262736648092482594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_GSf7fCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vBvKekIJZBA/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one was working, but that didn't stop Linc from sitting on the broken one and playing like it was really working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_GD9keLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tC2prd150Rk/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262736644190271666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_GD9keLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tC2prd150Rk/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc loved EVERYTHING! He has a hard time moving from one thing to the next- he has a tendency to want to do the same thing over and over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_FjT1G1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8vAnnwjq_WU/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262736635425266514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_FjT1G1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8vAnnwjq_WU/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc's favorite thing was this Monster Truck ride.  He kept coming over to get more tokens and getting in it and starting it over and over. I don't think he remembered ever going there before so everything was new and fun! He liked the big singing characters, but wanted to keep his distance.  Heck, I think they are a little freaky and I am 32 years old!   All in all, we had a good time with few melt-downs.  Check Stink-e-cheese off our list for at least another few months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-2856300234820779575?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/2856300234820779575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=2856300234820779575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2856300234820779575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2856300234820779575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/stink-e-cheese.html' title='Stink-e-cheese'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQj_HuAyH3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0BI9bfOxG7c/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-6937842102086223731</id><published>2008-10-28T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:35:42.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeC-7sIYrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X5ep8VSolFU/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318707292005042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeC-7sIYrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X5ep8VSolFU/s320/Forman+Portraits+546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the outcome of family pictures that I mentioned a few weeks ago.  I have a girl named Kami Snarr, who owns Salted Paper Photography who has taken the boys pictures a couple of times. I absolutely LOVE her and her work.  She is so talented! The one above just turned out so perfect with the colors from the sunset and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeC-ZaHJCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nPN9hpjR2JI/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318698089620514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeC-ZaHJCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nPN9hpjR2JI/s320/Forman+Portraits+523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out to the Great Salt Lake, of all places, to have these taken.  Besides the pungent smell of brine in the air, it was actually a really beautiful, pleasant evening out there.  Dawson kept saying how stinky it was out threre, but Lincoln didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCv3lY03I/AAAAAAAAAIc/I49x6IUps6w/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318448491942770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCv3lY03I/AAAAAAAAAIc/I49x6IUps6w/s320/Forman+Portraits+462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCvtnZ1lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qjU5pBVr828/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318445816043090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCvtnZ1lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qjU5pBVr828/s320/Forman+Portraits+459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc was in HEAVEN! Anywhere he can get wet, muddy, or both- can't be a bad place at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCvelbLfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3Sp7bGlcZOg/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318441781210610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCvelbLfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3Sp7bGlcZOg/s320/Forman+Portraits+363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites! He was actually looking at some birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCvJn80YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rCXP1kCcnEI/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318436154659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCvJn80YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rCXP1kCcnEI/s320/Forman+Portraits+330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one of Linc and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCu9gxRkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/K1Y00QVBvXg/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318432903317058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCu9gxRkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/K1Y00QVBvXg/s320/Forman+Portraits+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Sturgis with us so that he could be in some of the pictures.  We had to keep him close though because in this place, there was a lot of broken glass that we didn't want him to step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCQpzPGGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pKaICjyvtXQ/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317912215984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCQpzPGGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pKaICjyvtXQ/s320/Forman+Portraits+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww! what a handsome boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCQJDOZZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4ucPRZtZ5gc/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317903424677266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCQJDOZZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4ucPRZtZ5gc/s320/Forman+Portraits+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Sturgis and Linc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCPRT3hzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oUERGoJDaB8/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317888462096178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCPRT3hzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oUERGoJDaB8/s320/Forman+Portraits+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took this one of Dawson and Sturgis' footprints in the sand.  Linc was a mile down the beach at this point and was not coming back anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCO2nXdjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kAPNTFGEIzw/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317881296123442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCO2nXdjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kAPNTFGEIzw/s320/Forman+Portraits+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCOcv2DlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zaz5gzCnm68/s1600-h/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317874352361042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeCOcv2DlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zaz5gzCnm68/s320/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think they turned out good. I love the fact that they are so natural and how they capture the boys' real actions and personalities instead of a fake, cheesy smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/338840738352038051-6937842102086223731?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/6937842102086223731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=6937842102086223731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6937842102086223731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6937842102086223731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeC-7sIYrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X5ep8VSolFU/s72-c/Forman+Portraits+546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-8549567207878627531</id><published>2008-10-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:24:58.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I don't feel like doing my laundry, I will participate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows that I watch (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;4. NIP/Tuck - hasn't started yet&lt;br /&gt;5. The Hills&lt;br /&gt;6. SpongeBob&lt;br /&gt;7. Survivor&lt;br /&gt;8. Dirt- also hasn't started yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday (this is a stretch because I had a pretty lazy day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up&lt;br /&gt;2. Read the paper&lt;br /&gt;3. Took a shower&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate YUMMY Chile Verde and Taco Soup&lt;br /&gt;5. Ate a piece of a caramel apple&lt;br /&gt;6. Took some pictures&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch people carve pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to my mom and dads for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Places that I love to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tepanyaki&lt;br /&gt;2. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;3. Texas Road House&lt;br /&gt;4. Ruth's Chris&lt;br /&gt;5. Steak Pit&lt;br /&gt;6. Porcupine&lt;br /&gt;7. Rafaels&lt;br /&gt;8. Melting Pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. November 5th - will it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanksgiving- grammy's rolls!! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;3. Week in Hawaii with Jeff :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Replacing my nasty carpet&lt;br /&gt;5. Christmas Parties&lt;br /&gt;6. California Trip - if i can talk Jeff into it :) He thinks once a year is enough- HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;7. Spring&lt;br /&gt;8. 4th of july 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends and family to be happy and healthy&lt;br /&gt;2. Lincoln to be potty trained&lt;br /&gt;3. more patience&lt;br /&gt;4. 1/2 of Lincoln's energy&lt;br /&gt;5. A Live in Maid&lt;br /&gt;6. The back seat of my car to not be dirty all of the time&lt;br /&gt;7. New carpet&lt;br /&gt;8. Lincoln to keep his pants and/or diaper on for more than 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BreeAnn&lt;br /&gt;2. Moo&lt;br /&gt;3. Jen Y&lt;br /&gt;4. Holly&lt;br /&gt;5. mom&lt;br /&gt;6. dad&lt;br /&gt;7. Leslie&lt;br /&gt;8. Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-8549567207878627531?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/8549567207878627531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=8549567207878627531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/8549567207878627531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/8549567207878627531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-i-dont-feel-like-doing-my-laundry.html' title=''/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-7656033297387945525</id><published>2008-10-27T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:55:21.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhMeJRsCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1VtVAiWTPlM/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261859344018944034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhMeJRsCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1VtVAiWTPlM/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend Jeff was out of town and we needed someone to entertain us, so we invited my best friend Jaime to come hang out with us.  Her little girl Rylee and Linc are just a couple months apart and they LOVE to play together.  We have already told them that they are getting married and so far, they are all for it! Jaime also brought her niece, Shelby, with her to sleep over on Friday so we had a HUGE, messy party with the kids.  Really we just ordered dinner from Chili's, the kids had a bath, and watched a movie, then went to bed. But the messy part was true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhMDPhLgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ETrL6Ss9-6I/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261859336797367810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhMDPhLgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ETrL6Ss9-6I/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are from yesterday when we went over to Jaime's dad's (papa Deano) house to have our annual Pumpkin Carving Extravaganza.  Papa Deano is one of the best grandpa's that I know.  (There is some very strict competition in this group, so that is saying a lot) He always puts on a full spread of food- this year was homemade taco soup and chile verde burritos. YUM! He also had stuff for the kids to make caramel apples- with all the toppings you could imagine! The kids loved it!  Then we carved our pumpkins.  Ours didn't get finished, so I will post some pics when they are all done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhLbQLXTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gs4VF5IzPVI/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261859326062714162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhLbQLXTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gs4VF5IzPVI/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids playing in papa Dean's back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhK6VVk0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/iwV0oVTkksc/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261859317225984834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhK6VVk0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/iwV0oVTkksc/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawson and Shelby with their m &amp;amp; M covered caramel apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhKYDe6zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ARWODfM2vnQ/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261859308024294194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhKYDe6zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ARWODfM2vnQ/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the highlight of evening on Friday.  I made sure there were no "parts" showing. Look for this picture in Dawson and Shelby's and Lincoln and Rylee's wedding videos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-7656033297387945525?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/7656033297387945525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=7656033297387945525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7656033297387945525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7656033297387945525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQXhMeJRsCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1VtVAiWTPlM/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-5829750707395064269</id><published>2008-10-21T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:44:32.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMCwM9c5gjk&amp;amp;feature=email"&gt;Nationalized Health Care: Truth or Consequences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I donate a good portion of my time and money towards an organization that is political in nature, I have hesitated to blog about it.  However, I wanted to share this video with everyone in case any of you thought that Universal healthcare sounds like a good option for our country.  If you have followed the election at all, you know that Barack Obama has a plan that he wants to introduce, should he win the election,  that would basically be a single payer healthcare system, with the government being that single payer.  The association that I belong to is called NAHU, National Assoc. of Health Underwriters.   It is basically an organization of health insurance agents and insurance carriers. It's probably pretty boring stuff to the average person, but they put together the video above that is a true story of one of our members, and contradicts the documentary SICKO  (by Michael Moore) by providing the actual facts and figures and not just a bunch of political rhetoric.   I first saw it when I went to the annual convention in San Diego this past June. I thought it was very interesting and confirmed what I had believed all along about Single Payer systems.  Anyways, your vote for president may or may not matter, living in Utah, but who we send to Washington as our Congressmen and Senators DOES MATTER!!!!  They are the actual law makers and they need to represent OUR views and positions to the rest of Washington.  If the link above doesn't work, go on youtube and type in Truth or Consequences.  It is worth your time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-5829750707395064269?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/5829750707395064269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=5829750707395064269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5829750707395064269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5829750707395064269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/election.html' title='Election'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-6066511421184502360</id><published>2008-10-20T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:40:34.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Evan &amp; Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SP0GAV2HkII/AAAAAAAAAGc/V8l6CSOmjLE/s1600-h/DSC03848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259366542772506754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SP0GAV2HkII/AAAAAAAAAGc/V8l6CSOmjLE/s320/DSC03848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to 2 of my favorite people!!!!  My cousin Jones' birthday is today!!  He was just like our other brother growing up. He was always around and got the brunt of my frustrations of being the middle child most of the time.  He claims that I beat him up relentlessly.  Unfortunately for me, we actually have video of this, so I can't deny it. :)   There was the time that he bit himself hard and said I did it.  My saving grace was that the bite marks were obviously HIS!  I do have to give him credit for letting me dress him up like a girl and put make up on him and curl his hair.  He was a good sport.  That was just last week.  ha ha ha!  Not really. Now we are great friends and there is very little biting or tripping between us. He is truly ONE OF A KIND and I love him dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SP0GAtzM5WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QQwnUTNJl1M/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259366549202724194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SP0GAtzM5WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QQwnUTNJl1M/s320/DSC03475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little E, Eman, or Evan James Crane as some people refer to him turned the big ONE yesterday.  I can't believe he is already a year old!! He has always been such a handsome boy and is such a little character!! He has started to walk and thinks he is so cool! He is quite the novelty in our family and puts up with a lot of mauling from the other cousins. :) Linc tried to push him out of the way the other day at grandma's and Evan pushed him right back!! Go EVAN. Linc needs someone to push him back every now and then! :) I have a feeling they will be great friends as Evan gets older and can play with the big kids more.  We love Evan and can't imagine our family without him!!! Happy Birthday buddy!&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/338840738352038051-6066511421184502360?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/6066511421184502360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=6066511421184502360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6066511421184502360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6066511421184502360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-evan-jones.html' title='Happy Birthday Evan &amp; Jones'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SP0GAV2HkII/AAAAAAAAAGc/V8l6CSOmjLE/s72-c/DSC03848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-7872277091118892740</id><published>2008-10-16T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:45:02.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping In</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to report that we did not make any progress with Linc sleeping in, but my 6 year old took it apon himself to take care of Linc so I could sleep in.  They were just watching TV in my room, so I was snoozing a bit.  I woke up and realized they were now watching TV in the family room so I went to check it out.  Dawson had turned on a show for Linc, poured them both a bowl of cereal and they were just chillin.  Now THAT'S what I'm talking about. I don't think I am going to let Dawson go back to school ever. :) hahaha! He is my little helper and LOVES to do anything I ask.  Anytime I ask him to help me with something, he almost gets excited to help. He hardly ever complains.  He is my angel and i don't know what I would do without him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-7872277091118892740?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/7872277091118892740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=7872277091118892740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7872277091118892740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7872277091118892740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping In'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4751518181141937657</id><published>2008-10-15T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:06:33.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that Dawson's class party was a success.  The bad news is that I was so busy with everything that I didn't get any pictures to put on here.  :(  We ended up doing 2 games- halloween pictionary (one of the mom's had a really cute game already made up where you pull a bubble out of a witches pot and then you draw whatever object is written on the bubble.  We also did the mummy wrap game- after a technical malfunction with  ghost bowling that I was trying to put together.   The kids LOVED it! Dawson was the one in his group who got to be the mummy and I wish i would have gotten a picture. Oh well! We also did a craft where they glued different shaped noodles onto a black paper to make a skeleton. They turned out super cute and the kids thought they were cool.  Then we had cupcakes and witches brew.  We put apple cider in a pot with dry ice and they thought that was awesome!!  No one wanted to actually drink the apple cider though- they all poured it out. Ha, ha! :) Then, I read a story called Halloween Night that I had bought at Barnes and Noble. It is a really cute story- it reads like Twas the Night before Xmas, but obviously with Halloween things instead.  Anyways, I am relieved to have that checked off my list.  Today is Dawson's last day before he is off track.  We are all excited to sleep in for a few weeks! He has been having a hard time getting up lately.  He needs his sleep like his mama.   Lincoln gets up at 7 at the latest even if he goes to bed before 8.  We are going to try to change this in the next few weeks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-4751518181141937657?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4751518181141937657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4751518181141937657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4751518181141937657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4751518181141937657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-1853401439881869804</id><published>2008-10-13T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:15:04.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Bed and Potty Training time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPNiE8Br0JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pC_oXnEzR5Y/s1600-h/DSC03570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256653027043692690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPNiE8Br0JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pC_oXnEzR5Y/s320/DSC03570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh how boring would my life be without my sweet little Lincoln? The other night when i went to check on him before i went to bed, this is the scene that I found.... Light on, room totally trashed, and Lincoln crashed out on the floor! Well, Jeff and I thought it was so ADORABLE!  Then, last night, this is what Jeff found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPNh43CZRCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2tNPFkqeduA/s1600-h/DSC05165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256652819546063906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPNh43CZRCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2tNPFkqeduA/s320/DSC05165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Light off this time, room not as trashed, PANTS and DIAPER OFF, crashed in the rocking chair! This was equally as adorable.  However, this morning when Jeff went in to get Lincoln, he was standing at the door, with no pants, no diaper and he had POOPED! Not so adorable! Especially since Jeff did not realize he had pooped until after he picked him up.  So, my question is this.....do I really have to switch him to the toddler bed like his pediatrician has been telling me to do for over a year since he started to climb out? And.... does the diaper situation mean he is ready for potty training?  We got the little potty out a while ago and just put it in the bathroom, but he doesn't really seem that interested in it or going on the big potty either.  As far as the bed is concerned, I have been trying to let him stay in his crib as long as humanly possible for 2 main reasons. Number 1- so that he would have a place where he would be confined so that he would keep taking naps and go to sleep good at night, Number 2- because he is my last kid and I want him to be a baby forever.  But it is pretty clear that it's time to get the old toddler bed out. I am hoping he will think it is cool and want to sleep in a big boy bed.  We'll see how it goes.  As far as the potty training is concerned, considering the indendependent little soul that Linc is, I think I am in for a battle.  Any tips or suggestions?&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/338840738352038051-1853401439881869804?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/1853401439881869804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=1853401439881869804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1853401439881869804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1853401439881869804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/toddler-bed-and-potty-training-time.html' title='Toddler Bed and Potty Training time?'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPNiE8Br0JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pC_oXnEzR5Y/s72-c/DSC03570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-6389053153523809851</id><published>2008-10-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:57:53.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPJUFgOfMfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1yo4y-MgHf4/s1600-h/DSC01808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256356168621568498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPJUFgOfMfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1yo4y-MgHf4/s320/DSC01808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in honor of my upcoming birthday, Jeffrey invited our friends over for a party in the "man-cave".  It was so fun to have all of our friends together and to hang out for a night.  Our friends are the best!!! Jeff really surprised me with how well he planned things and how it all came together for a fun night.  He got me a yummy Costco chocolate cake, my favorite!!  He made some yummy hot wings and other snacks.  My friend Candice went all out and decorated it all so cute.  It would have been a little much to ask for Jeff to decorate. That is not on his list of special talents.  :) This picture is of most of my girls.  What a gorgeous group! :)&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/338840738352038051-6389053153523809851?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/6389053153523809851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=6389053153523809851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6389053153523809851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6389053153523809851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-times-with-friends.html' title='Fun times with friends'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SPJUFgOfMfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1yo4y-MgHf4/s72-c/DSC01808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-800338468053556356</id><published>2008-10-05T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:42:35.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girls!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOjrgl-9beI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HXd1-OBtdy8/s1600-h/DSC03556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253707910512209378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOjrgl-9beI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HXd1-OBtdy8/s320/DSC03556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to report that I have checked one big thing off my "list". The baby shower for my friend Brenda was a success! It turned out really well and she got the CUTEST little girl stuff. The last time I saw that much pink stuff in one place, there was a Barbie Corvette and Barbie Dreamhouse involved and I was fighting with my sister over who got to be Barbie. :) Anyways, I have always just been able to admire baby girl stuff from afar. It started with when my niece, Hannah, was born 11 1/2 years ago and has continued as random friends and family have had girls. I am so excited when I go to the store and get to go to the "pink" racks instead of the "blue" ones. I look through all of the pink bows, ruffles, ribbons, lace, and wonder how in the world I am going to be able to pick just one (or 2 or 3) out of the racks and racks of ADORABLE girl stuff!!! Then, after I have narrowed it down to the outfits that the mom-to-be can't possibly live without, I make my way past the "blue" racks and glance over to see if there's perhaps a clearance sale I need to check out. Because I know, sadly, on the "blue" racks there will be no outfits so cute that I want to buy one in every size and color like I just saw on the "pink" racks. But back to the shower.... one of our friends, Holly, just had a baby about 8 weeks ago and I was so happy that she brought baby Alexis for all of us to meet and ooo and ahh over. She was dressed from head to toe in pink and just had that perfect baby look and smell. It's a smell that I can't really explain and probably didn't appreciate until I had one of my own. (Even the "blue" ones smell good for those of you that don't have any) As soon as she came in, all shower activities came to a screetching halt and everyone swarmed around her. She got passed around and even Rylee (who his Linc's best friend and same age) wanted to get on in the baby holding action.  It seems like everyone who is pregnant or had a baby recently is having a girl.  My sister said she wished she would have liked to have known about that 9 months ago so she could have gotten in on the action.  Her last 2 have been boys like me.   If that was even possible, I don't know if I would have or not.  Of course I would love to have a daughter and be able to surround myself in pink until I couldn't see straight. But I always pictured myself with 2 boys even before Dawson was even thought of.   I  think not having girls is a gift to me so that I can so thoroughly enjoy spoiling other people's girls and the pure joy and excitment I experience when I get to walk past the "blue" racks and shop in the "pink" ones instead.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-800338468053556356?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/800338468053556356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=800338468053556356' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/800338468053556356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/800338468053556356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-girls.html' title='Baby Girls!!!!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOjrgl-9beI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HXd1-OBtdy8/s72-c/DSC03556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-5107213225258278220</id><published>2008-10-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:27:50.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Backpack.... say backpack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOTmcdtWfrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M2tDGl2Kcok/s1600-h/DSC03546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576442106412722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOTmcdtWfrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M2tDGl2Kcok/s320/DSC03546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lincoln has officially become a Dora the Explorer fan. He loves to watch the show and repeats all the words they tell him to. Dawson used to watch it but he would never repeat the words and he would get mad if I did for some reason.  Now, Dawson has no use for Dora the Explorer, but it is one of Linc's favorites.  He dressed himself in this nice "get-up" while I was working this morning. You can't really see it, but he is wearing his "monkey backpack". It is really a leash so I can take him out in public every now and then and not lose him in the first 5 minutes.  But he likes wearing it and today he pulled out his boots, which complete the ensemble.  I don't know why he was on top of the counter.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOTmclGoMKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R6xzf0r4yYs/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576444091478178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOTmclGoMKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R6xzf0r4yYs/s320/DSC03547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since my blogs have been so boring lately, I thought I would post some pictures of Sturgis on here.  You really can't tell how giant he is until he sits on the couch and dwarfs it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOTmc5wMAEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_4pWUd_dLw0/s1600-h/DSC03549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576449634500674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOTmc5wMAEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_4pWUd_dLw0/s320/DSC03549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take him to the vet last week for some shots and he was the biggest baby!  He knew what was coming and when the Dr came in, he jumped up on the bench with me and tried to hide behind me. It had to look completely ridiculous.  She was laughing and said the big dogs are always the biggest babies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-5107213225258278220?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/5107213225258278220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=5107213225258278220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5107213225258278220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5107213225258278220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-backpack-say-backpack.html' title='Say Backpack.... say backpack'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SOTmcdtWfrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M2tDGl2Kcok/s72-c/DSC03546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-3460842347666445513</id><published>2008-10-01T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:25:52.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>So I have about 10 million things I should be doing right now.  I am at a point where I don't even know where to start, so..... I decided to ignore it all and just read blogs for a minute.  My sister was just explaining her crazy morning in her blog and although my day has been quite a bit calmer than that, it just seems like i go a couple days without a lot to do and then all of a sudden, everything is happening at the same time.   I am the head room mother in Dawson's class- which I love because I get to spend time at school and get to know the teacher really well.  Plus, even though he doesn't like to admit it, Dawson likes to have his mom there sometimes. :) So right now, I am organizing a banner for Red Ribbon week( I need to go use the diecut machine at school to do some lettering)  and planning the class Halloween party, which is on the 14th because they go off track on the 15th.  I am also having a baby shower for my good friend Brenda at my house for about 40 people this Saturday. I am also making her a quilt that I would like to have the front of done for the shower.   We are doing family pictures on Tuesday- i need to go get some shirts for the boys,  I have our Chapter Luncheon/Meeting for UAHU (Utah Assoc. of Health Underwriters) that I am on the board of and so I have to make sure the meeting goes as planned, there is lunch for everyone, etc. Oh did I mention that we are planning on about 150 people for that one?  That is on Wednesday.  Plus, I REALLY need to go to the grocery store, do laundry, and call some clients back.  So needless to say, I am making a BIG list that encompasses all of the "activities" and what I still need to do for each one.  When I see it down on paper and can start crossing things off, it makes me feel better about being overwhelmed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-3460842347666445513?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/3460842347666445513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=3460842347666445513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/3460842347666445513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/3460842347666445513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4056109098397226099</id><published>2008-09-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:34:13.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tivo did me wrong!</title><content type='html'>So much for my best friend, Tivo.  For some reason it didn't record Survivor.  :(  I think I can go online and watch the episode there, but what a disappointment!!  I also have another dvr on the downstairs tv, so I guess I could record it down there next time.  I did, however, watch the 2 hr premiere of Grey's Anatomy.  I thought it was pretty good.  I like the new army guy that I have a feeling will be back in the future.   My favorite character is Dr Sloan ( McSteamy). I think he is really hot and he is hilarious! I would like to see him and Izzy together.  I do not like Dr Karev- he is ugly and is a total a-s-s!   I also watched The Office, which did not dissapoint!  I loved the ending, of course. I will not say what happened at the gas station in case someone hasn't watched it yet.  I like the new lady that Michael is after, Holly I think.  She is funny. That is one of the only shows that I actually laugh out loud to.  Since I have all this space on our other dvr, what other shows should I be watching??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-4056109098397226099?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4056109098397226099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4056109098397226099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4056109098397226099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4056109098397226099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/tivo-did-me-wrong.html' title='Tivo did me wrong!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-2825687119760127775</id><published>2008-09-25T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:03:01.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend= my Tivo</title><content type='html'>so I know of at least one person (BreeAnn) who gets as excited as me about "my shows".  I just looked at my Tivo schedule for tonight and this surge of complete happiness and excitement came over me.  Then, when I realized why i was so excited, I felt a little pathetic.  But I am over that now and back to pure excitement and anticipation.  Why do I get so attached and involved in a certain few TV shows?  As a mom of a 2 year old, it's definitely not that I am suffering from boredom and this provides my only source of entertainment.   It's not that I am addicted to TV because during the summer, I literally did not watch any tv at all for months straight.  Well, I don't have an answer to why, but the fact remains that I literally look forward to Thursday the whole week long.  If I took one of those email surveys right now where one of the questions is "what is your favorite day of the week?" I would have to answer THURSDAY! My favorite Thursday shows are, in no particular order: Grey's Anatomy, Survivor, The Office, CSI and ER.  I think most people agree with me on Grey's Anatomy and The Office- everyone loves those.  Survivor has been going now for like 10 years or more and it is basically the same thing every season.  Oh sure, they add a twist here and there but it is basically the same thing- people getting really stinky and dirty, living in the wild and competing in physical challenges for a million bucks.  I think part of the draw for me is that I am one of those people who think I could probably do pretty good at Survivor.  In a pre-kid lifetime, I may have even tried out. But for now, I will have to watch others steal my glory.  My oldest obsession is- ER!  I think it was probably George Clooney that got me hooked at first.  I can't say it's my favorite show anymore, but I still record and watch every episode religiously.  This is the last season and I can't wait to see what happens and how it ends.  So, needless to say, I will probably be blogging a bit about my shows and giving my opinions quite regularly. I just want to know 1 thing- what did people do before dvr's and tivo?  There is no way you could record 3 things at once with a VCR.  So for today,(and every Thursday) something I am VERY grateful for is TIVO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-2825687119760127775?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/2825687119760127775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=2825687119760127775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2825687119760127775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2825687119760127775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-best-friend-my-tivo.html' title='My Best Friend= my Tivo'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-7025848223329466153</id><published>2008-09-23T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:39:24.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Jeffrey!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my awesome husband I was able to enjoy an awesome, relaxing weekend in Vegas with my friend Jaime and sis-in-law Leslie.  Not every dad would be thrilled with the idea of taking care of a 2 and 6 year old for 4 days straight!  They had a great time of watching movies, playing video games, eating lots of meat, working in the garage, mowing the lawn, and doing other boy things I probably don't want to know about.  :)  When I got home last night, the house was still in tact, pretty clean actually- and the boys were both fed and bathed.  Who could ask for more?  In Vegas, we enjoyed the nice warm weather and sat by the pool.  We also found time to attend the Janet Jackson concert (which was AMAZING- Leslie's favorite word), eat some good food, do some shopping, and play a little craps.  It was nice to have a fun break, but was definitely glad to get back to my guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-7025848223329466153?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/7025848223329466153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=7025848223329466153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7025848223329466153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7025848223329466153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-jeffrey.html' title='Thank you Jeffrey!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-3441289702718540243</id><published>2008-09-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:52:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>I am: very blessed&lt;br /&gt;I think: therefore i am  (ha,ha)&lt;br /&gt;I know: how to get slivers out really good&lt;br /&gt;I want: to learn how to quilt&lt;br /&gt;I have: the best family in the world&lt;br /&gt;I dislike: to hear about bad things happening to good people&lt;br /&gt;I miss: Samson&lt;br /&gt;I fear: snakes&lt;br /&gt;I feel: loved&lt;br /&gt;I hear: Dawson reading a Clifford book in his room&lt;br /&gt;I smell: nothing thanks to allergies&lt;br /&gt;I crave: chocolate cookies with choc. chips&lt;br /&gt;I cry: when I watch an awesome slide show about Grams' life&lt;br /&gt;I usually: Let Sturgis get on the bed in the morning to cuddle after Jeff leaves&lt;br /&gt;I search: for the fingernail clippers&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: what my boys will be like when they get older&lt;br /&gt;I regret: being late to pick Dawson up after school on Monday&lt;br /&gt;I wish: apon a the first star me and Dawson see&lt;br /&gt;I love: to sit inside the house and read a book on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;I care: about politics&lt;br /&gt;I always: brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;I worry: about my boys getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;I am not: someone who hold grudges&lt;br /&gt;I remember: when gas was under $1 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;I believe: that everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;I sing: in the car&lt;br /&gt;I don’t: do windows&lt;br /&gt;I argue: because people don't always see it my way at first :)&lt;br /&gt;I write: on my blog every day (usually)&lt;br /&gt;I win: at bunco&lt;br /&gt;I lose: at any game I play against Dawson&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to Lincoln yell a lot&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand: how to transform Dawson's transformers&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: at home, looking like a vagabond&lt;br /&gt;I need: at least 8 hrs of sleep every night&lt;br /&gt;I forget:  to go get my allergy shots&lt;br /&gt;I am happy: that I get to have a fun girls weekend in Vegas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-3441289702718540243?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/3441289702718540243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=3441289702718540243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/3441289702718540243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/3441289702718540243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-1173518747403158526</id><published>2008-09-15T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:31:17.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 100th Birthday Grams!</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of my great grandma today. She passed away last year, just shy of her 99th birthday.  She would have been 100 today!  We all thought she was going to make it too.  She is one of my heros and is one of the most amazing people i have ever met.    I am so lucky that I got to spend the first 30 years of my life with her in my life and that my kids got to meet her too.  She faced many challenges throughout her life and endured til the end.  She was always positive and upbeat and was as sharp as a tack, til she passed away.  She lived by herself in her little white house from when my great grandpa died when i was little til about 6 months before she passed away.  She was always busy doing something. She had a garden that she maintained by herself til a little bit before she died.  She loved to read and made a daily habit of reading her scriptures, while she pedaled her little stationary bike.  She was an awesome seamstress and made so many blankets, quilts, dolls, you name it that we couldn't even try to count.  When we were little she would usually make all of the grandkids something.  A doll, or doll clothes, doll blankets.  She was the one who made my "blankee" that I slept with til I got married and by then it was in tatters from the use, abuse and washing throughout the years.  I still have it and even though it looks like a rag to most people, it is one of my prized possessions.  Grams made the most delicious cookies in the world.  Everytime we would go to her house, she would have some dough in the freezer and would cook up a batch of cookies.  She gave the "recipe" to lots of people, but no one could ever make them as good as grams.  As she was busy cooking or cleaning up or doing whatever, she would always be humming or singing a tune to herself.  I miss her so much and wish she could be here with us as we celebrate this great milestone today, but I know she is happy where she is at and with her loved ones that she had to live without for so many years here in this life.  Love you grams!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-1173518747403158526?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/1173518747403158526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=1173518747403158526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1173518747403158526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1173518747403158526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-100th-birthday-grams.html' title='Happy 100th Birthday Grams!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4133027065897289652</id><published>2008-09-14T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:31:17.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3To15eTEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OcdjEwo3az0/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246081839572864066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3To15eTEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OcdjEwo3az0/s320/DSC03480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took our annual Lake Powell trip a little bit differently this year.  We took our trailer instead of going on the houseboat like usual.  We had a BLAST!  We went with my parents and my brother Nate, his wife Leslie and their baby Eman. (Evan or Little E)  The boys had so much fun playing on the beach in the sand and the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3TpC5k2TI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QKiFffXoBmE/s1600-h/DSC03481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246081843062954290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3TpC5k2TI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QKiFffXoBmE/s320/DSC03481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Jim Bob wrote their names in this sand cliff and they thought that was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3TpSPSpeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AJXdiN2092E/s1600-h/DSC03519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246081847180568034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3TpSPSpeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AJXdiN2092E/s320/DSC03519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We snorkeled and looked for "treasure" at a couple of the beaches.  Nate found the best prize- a pair of prescriptions glasses that turn dark when they get in the light.  They were probably pretty expensive glasses and whoever lost them probably had a crappy time for the rest of the trip. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3TpmaPIOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lImS5mdTrcI/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246081852595183842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3TpmaPIOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lImS5mdTrcI/s320/DSC03475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little E was quite the trooper and he had lots of fun too!  The weather was perfect and no one got sunburnt! How often does that happen?  The water was higher than it has been in the past but we thought it was maybe a little bit colder than usual.  We were at Bullfrog instead of Wahweap so that may have a little to do with it too.  My favorite part was taking the boat up the Lake and driving down some big, beautiful redrock canyons.  We haven't done that for many years and that was always one of the highlights for me when I was growing up.  We also did a fair amount of wakeboarding and skiing.  Nate showed off his mad skills at wakeboarding and Grandpa Jim Bob and Jeff impressed us with their pro skiing.  Grandma Debbie got a new nickname this weekend- grandma Dory!  Dawson got to sleep with Grandma Debbie in the trailer and apparently started talking the second he woke up, before Grandma was completely akake.  In a sleepy state, she asked him the same question twice and he was apalled! So, thus, the nickname- Grandma Dory.  (as in Dory from Finding Nemo)&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/338840738352038051-4133027065897289652?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4133027065897289652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4133027065897289652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4133027065897289652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4133027065897289652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SM3To15eTEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OcdjEwo3az0/s72-c/DSC03480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-5329322224020844975</id><published>2008-09-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:31:21.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln aka Dennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMayZmYXSWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OQG_GlZiSUo/s1600-h/6a00d8341c801b53ef00e54f5c29c48833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244074968988731746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMayZmYXSWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OQG_GlZiSUo/s320/6a00d8341c801b53ef00e54f5c29c48833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my sister thought this picture went well with my last blog. I think I need to buy some red overalls, blue and black striped shirt and we will have Lincoln's Halloween costume! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-5329322224020844975?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/5329322224020844975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=5329322224020844975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5329322224020844975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5329322224020844975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/lincoln-aka-dennis.html' title='Lincoln aka Dennis'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMayZmYXSWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OQG_GlZiSUo/s72-c/6a00d8341c801b53ef00e54f5c29c48833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-7977616869091428275</id><published>2008-09-08T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:02:23.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln the Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMU9X1QBUYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AAzT-ry6E4o/s1600-h/DSC03406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243664820783370626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMU9X1QBUYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AAzT-ry6E4o/s320/DSC03406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I kind of hesitated to even put this on here because everyone is going to think that I never watch Linc and just let him fend for himself, but this happened in a matter of probably 3 minutes.  He went and got out the toothpaste and got that all over EVERYTHING from the bathroom to the kitchen, then he moved the chair over to the counter,  got out the salad tongs, used those to get each apple out of the bowl, took one bite of each, then spit the bites back out. I think he was working his way over to the bananas when I caught him in the act!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-7977616869091428275?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/7977616869091428275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=7977616869091428275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7977616869091428275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7977616869091428275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/lincoln-menace.html' title='Lincoln the Menace'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMU9X1QBUYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AAzT-ry6E4o/s72-c/DSC03406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4967564952917611127</id><published>2008-09-05T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:03:05.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXly5gvKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cs0ayiT49Zk/s1600-h/DSC04974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242567748065737890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXly5gvKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cs0ayiT49Zk/s320/DSC04974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXmKcwfhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PC-tPpTWXz0/s1600-h/DSC04977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242567754387586578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXmKcwfhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PC-tPpTWXz0/s320/DSC04977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXmiB4uGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mUHDByS4v38/s1600-h/DSC04978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242567760717330530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXmiB4uGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mUHDByS4v38/s320/DSC04978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXm9E8VpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6G1L0hibmSU/s1600-h/DSC04983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242567767977907858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXm9E8VpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6G1L0hibmSU/s320/DSC04983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Labor day weekend and also for Randy's birthday we went down to St George and rented a really nice house with some friends. The house had a pool and we all had a really fun time, just hanging out and getting some sun. The boys loved swimming and the house also had a ground-level trampoline and a swingset that was a lot of fun for them too. The weather was perfect, not too hot like we thought it might be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-4967564952917611127?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4967564952917611127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4967564952917611127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4967564952917611127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4967564952917611127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFXly5gvKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cs0ayiT49Zk/s72-c/DSC04974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-124554079621602332</id><published>2008-09-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:53:49.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFV5UUmsJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z1rxS3ksR1c/s1600-h/DSC04963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242565884432003218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFV5UUmsJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z1rxS3ksR1c/s320/DSC04963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFVj9Dx3-I/AAAAAAAAADs/cH1JWO-vPVE/s1600-h/DSC04958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242565517410164706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFVj9Dx3-I/AAAAAAAAADs/cH1JWO-vPVE/s320/DSC04958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFVL_BoLTI/AAAAAAAAADk/MtqKIytoA8I/s1600-h/DSC04957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242565105621151026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFVL_BoLTI/AAAAAAAAADk/MtqKIytoA8I/s320/DSC04957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So some of these pictures should have gone with my blog about Randy's birthday dinner, but I just got ahold of Jeff's camera, where they were. We pretty much celebrated his birthday the whole last half of August!!! It was so much fun! We went to dinner at the Olive Garden after the whole Cheesecake Factory thing and it was DELICIOUS! Look at all of those good looking Forman men!! Us ladies are definitely outnumbered!&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/338840738352038051-124554079621602332?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/124554079621602332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=124554079621602332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/124554079621602332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/124554079621602332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/randys-birthday.html' title='Randy&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMFV5UUmsJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z1rxS3ksR1c/s72-c/DSC04963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-1948407150671027210</id><published>2008-09-05T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:26:13.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothfairy Came Last Night</title><content type='html'>So the toothfairy came last night and left 6 gold dollars for Dawson's tooth.  He was so excited this morning and the first thing he asked was if 6 dollars was enough to buy him and Lincoln ice cream from the ice cream truck.  I thought that was so sweet of him to want to buy his little brother an ice cream with his tooth fairy money. He is a very generous and thoughtful boy and I am so lucky to be his mom.  Everyone comments on how nice and well mannered he is.  I am convinced it was nothing I have done as a mother, but rather he was just born that way.  Otherwise, how do I explain Lincoln????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-1948407150671027210?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/1948407150671027210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=1948407150671027210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1948407150671027210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/1948407150671027210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/toothfairy-came-last-night.html' title='Toothfairy Came Last Night'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-7104403306787248325</id><published>2008-09-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:15:45.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawson's First Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBri0SZoxI/AAAAAAAAADE/IvmSRar6uU0/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242308212154802962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBri0SZoxI/AAAAAAAAADE/IvmSRar6uU0/s320/DSC03400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBrjIGDQSI/AAAAAAAAADM/MzZR1gWiMJ4/s1600-h/DSC03405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242308217471713570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBrjIGDQSI/AAAAAAAAADM/MzZR1gWiMJ4/s320/DSC03405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBrjVMlpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/l6ewVveTXOA/s1600-h/DSC03403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242308220988793938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBrjVMlpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/l6ewVveTXOA/s320/DSC03403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBrjqRFsYI/AAAAAAAAADc/oDWHdbyKPIg/s1600-h/DSC03402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242308226644816258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBrjqRFsYI/AAAAAAAAADc/oDWHdbyKPIg/s320/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have mixed feelings about the fact that I just pulled Dawson's first loose tooth out! I can't believe he is so big and growing up so fast... it kind of makes me sad. But at the same time, it's so fun to see him reach each milestone and see how excited he is about it each time. This tooth has been basically "hanging on by a string" for a few days, but today we decided to pull it out. I told him that Grandma Debbie told me how to do it. She has "the technique" down and is famous for pulling out teeth. The most memorable one being the time that we gathered up enough money between everyone so that Hannah let grandma pull out a tooth that had been loose for a while. Hannah bawled and bawled and as the blood ran down her face, she cried "what have you done to me?" It didn't turn out to be as much fun as we thought it was going to be. :) Poor Hannah. I guess that's what you get when you're the first grandkid. Now there have been quite a few teeth lost and no one really cares anymore. (Except for maybe Brandon's "rogue" tooth that was so loose and then turned backwards and reattached itself. ) Anyways, I guess i have inherited "the technique" because Dawson didn't cry, wasn't scared, and said it didn't hurt a bit. Go mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-7104403306787248325?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/7104403306787248325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=7104403306787248325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7104403306787248325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/7104403306787248325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/dawsons-first-loose-tooth.html' title='Dawson&apos;s First Loose Tooth'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMBri0SZoxI/AAAAAAAAADE/IvmSRar6uU0/s72-c/DSC03400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-6887549510198081425</id><published>2008-09-04T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:08:10.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show and Tell w/ The Rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMAHzpKkQLI/AAAAAAAAACs/9VbEI7-CNy8/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198550064152754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMAHzpKkQLI/AAAAAAAAACs/9VbEI7-CNy8/s320/DSC03395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMAHzwRgjyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FGb7lYzEzKM/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198551972319010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMAHzwRgjyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FGb7lYzEzKM/s320/DSC03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMAH0beJL0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/KWo6JPeRSNo/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198563568037698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMAH0beJL0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/KWo6JPeRSNo/s320/DSC03388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Dawson is one of the kids in his class with a summer birthday, his teacher asked us to celebrate his birthday this week. He is the "star student" and gets to bring in one thing for show and tell each day. On Tuesday he took his favorite Webkinz at the moment, Fasty, who is a gecko. Yesterday he took his Bioncle that he got for his birthday. He really wanted to take Sturgis and today happened to be the only day that Jeff could go with us. The thought of me trying to handle Sturgis and Lincoln (mostly Lincoln) in a class full of 1st graders was a little too ambitious for me. Especially first thing in the morning. :) So, he was a big hit with all of the kids. The teacher asked the kids if they had any questions for Dawson about Sturgis and there were some pretty good ones. Some questions they asked were, "How big is he", "how old is he", and my personal favorite-" how fast is he? I don't think we have actually clocked him running, but I know it takes him about 2 leaps to get across the whole front yard, and that when he is running at full speed, if you are in the way, you WILL get knocked over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-6887549510198081425?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/6887549510198081425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=6887549510198081425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6887549510198081425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6887549510198081425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/show-and-tell-w-rockstar.html' title='Show and Tell w/ The Rockstar'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SMAHzpKkQLI/AAAAAAAAACs/9VbEI7-CNy8/s72-c/DSC03395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-6689662652336826198</id><published>2008-09-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:57:01.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Nesquick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SL7BtX7xIRI/AAAAAAAAACk/J4iu7BHjOks/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241840001568809234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SL7BtX7xIRI/AAAAAAAAACk/J4iu7BHjOks/s320/DSC03387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice is it when your kids can do something for themselves? Pretty nice when they can dress themselves, or make their own bed or brush their own teeth? Well I thought it was nice that Dawson and Lincoln could get themselves snacks if I was busy or in the middle of something. I didn't, however, think about the fact that the Nesquick powder is right by the snacks in the pantry and it might be a little too enticing for a 2 year old to resist getting it out and "decorating" the cofee table and himself with. I also didn't realize that when you get it wet, pink Nesquick turns RED! Thanks to Lincoln I learned something new again today! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-6689662652336826198?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/6689662652336826198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=6689662652336826198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6689662652336826198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/6689662652336826198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-nesquick.html' title='Pink Nesquick'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SL7BtX7xIRI/AAAAAAAAACk/J4iu7BHjOks/s72-c/DSC03387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-2468402265796584685</id><published>2008-08-28T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:02:02.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just kidding</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who were so proud that I was getting organized and cleaning stuff out, getting my laundry counter cleaned off etc. ..... Yeah- the counter is full of stuff again! What the heck?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-2468402265796584685?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/2468402265796584685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=2468402265796584685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2468402265796584685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2468402265796584685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-kidding.html' title='Just kidding'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-3193394551173110823</id><published>2008-08-28T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:18:21.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 1/2 hr wait for Cheescake Factory?  SERIOUSLY!</title><content type='html'>Well today is Evan day again and he is just crawling around, entertaining himself right now. Lincoln is sleeping so I am trying to get some work done. But something has been bugging me for a few days and so I thought i would share it with everyone.  Jeff's brother Randy had his birthday on Saturday and he wanted to go out to dinner with the fam that night.  He decided he wanted to go to the Cheesecake Factory.  So we make plans to be there around 5 so that hopefully we can get seated by 6.  Doesn't seem like to lofty of a goal, does it?  Wait 1 hour for dinner?  Before we had kids, Jeff and I would have probably waited 1 hour for someplace that was REALLY good, maybe one of our favorites.    Now that I have a 6 and 2 year, I would say that time frame has dropped to 20-30 minutes.  But, being that it was Randy's birthday and he really wanted to go there, we  of course said ok.    So as we are driving there, Jeff's mom calls and says we just got here to put our names on and it is a 2 1/2 ( yes, I said 2 and a half) hour wait.  This was at like 5 oclock in the afternoon.  Who in world waits 2 1/2 hours to eat at any restaurant?  Well not me!  I have been to the Cheesecake Factory in other cities several times and never once waited more than 30 minutes.  Don't get me wrong- I mean, their dessert is to die for and their meals are good too, but 2 1/2 hours? I guess I just didn't think their food was "that good" that I would wait that long to eat there.  We ended up eating at Olive Garden, which I think has better food than Cheesecake Factory, and waited about 30 minutes to be seated.  What does everyone else think?  I would like to hear how long everyone else is willing to wait to eat dinner and if you think their food is worth waiting 2 1/2 hours for.  Maybe I am the one who is crazy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-3193394551173110823?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/3193394551173110823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=3193394551173110823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/3193394551173110823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/3193394551173110823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-12-hr-wait-for-cheescake-factory.html' title='2 1/2 hr wait for Cheescake Factory?  SERIOUSLY!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4138759668403796891</id><published>2008-08-26T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:43:22.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there's smoke, there's a fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLSAjKMwfCI/AAAAAAAAACc/ld5b_sYJ2jw/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238953608060369954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLSAjKMwfCI/AAAAAAAAACc/ld5b_sYJ2jw/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably noticed, the mountain has been on fire since yesterday around noon. Just ask grandpa Jim Bob who doubles as the Fire Captain at the Draper, South Mountain fire station. He got the call around noon yesterday and as his crew raced up there, they realized it was spreading really fast. They ended up staying up there, making sure the houses were not in danger, until 6 am this morning. They had to camp out on someone's lawn. I guess the younger fireman were all very impressed by his "mad firefighting skills". Most of them are closer to my age than his. He is as tough as they come, but not exactly a spring chick. :) We are so proud to have a grandpa and dad that is a true hero, not only to us, but to a lot of other people too. He has gone above and beyond the call of duty many times and has saved and helped many people.   It looks like the mountain is still burning a bit- the helicopter has flown right over our house a few times as it was going back to get more "red stuff" to drop on the fire.  Lucky for Gpa Jim Bob that he was on the last day of his shift yesterday and now gets to enjoy his 4 days off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-4138759668403796891?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4138759668403796891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4138759668403796891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4138759668403796891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4138759668403796891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-theres-smoke-theres-fire.html' title='Where there&apos;s smoke, there&apos;s a fire'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLSAjKMwfCI/AAAAAAAAACc/ld5b_sYJ2jw/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-381785341269848596</id><published>2008-08-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:38:05.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln &amp; Rylee sittin in a tree... K -I -S -S -I -N -G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLMJ9SkwqhI/AAAAAAAAACE/RO1z1YvpNfU/s1600-h/DSC03370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238541740124711442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLMJ9SkwqhI/AAAAAAAAACE/RO1z1YvpNfU/s320/DSC03370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLMJ9ofL3mI/AAAAAAAAACM/KaXB04GHbE4/s1600-h/DSC03374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238541746006908514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLMJ9ofL3mI/AAAAAAAAACM/KaXB04GHbE4/s320/DSC03374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLMJ_Ii2eSI/AAAAAAAAACU/xMsPtLzrWTs/s1600-h/DSC03379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238541771792087330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLMJ_Ii2eSI/AAAAAAAAACU/xMsPtLzrWTs/s320/DSC03379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Lincoln and I went over to my friend Jaime's dad's house to play outside in their little pool and enjoy the sunshine. Rylee is about 4 months older than Lincoln, but is way smaller. They do all the same cute things and say the same funny things. They LOVE each other! This fits in just swell with mine and Jaime's plan for them to get married someday. They can play together for hours and usually only fight over a toy a couple of times. :) Jaime's nephew Tank (real name is Braxton, although never used as Tank is more appropriate) was over there too. He was born after Rylee but before Lincoln, so he fits right in too! I Love to watch them play together- I think this age is one of my favorites! As I was watching them, a thought came into my head. It was "what in the world would I do with 2 year old triplets?" The answer is probably: Never be able to leave the house, be doing laundry constantly, get little to no sleep, hire a full time nanny(or 2). As I watched them all play, it made me very tired at the endless amounts of energy they have; and then very much in awe of those moms who have triplets (or more) and live to tell about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-381785341269848596?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/381785341269848596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=381785341269848596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/381785341269848596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/381785341269848596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/lincoln-rylee-sittin-in-tree-k-i-s-s-i.html' title='Lincoln &amp; Rylee sittin in a tree... K -I -S -S -I -N -G'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SLMJ9SkwqhI/AAAAAAAAACE/RO1z1YvpNfU/s72-c/DSC03370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-697863800796375626</id><published>2008-08-22T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:36:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SK705ji-3BI/AAAAAAAAABc/k-2UTxYwzPo/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237392686310153234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SK705ji-3BI/AAAAAAAAABc/k-2UTxYwzPo/s320/DSC03366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing I did yesterday was when I decided to change the scent in my Scentsy burner.  The old one had kind of lost it's smell.  When I looked in the cupboard, I saw one called "Falling Leaves" that I hadn't used before.  I thought to myself, "it's a little early to burn that one" not wanting summer to be gone yet.  But I decided I needed to face the fact that summer is coming to a close and "embrace" the new season.  So, I gave it a try.  Once I started smelling the delicious, spicy flavor throughout the house I was so pleased at my decision! It is sooooo yummy. It is definitely my new favorite scent.  It has made my whole day today again( I know, I get excited over very simple things sometimes)  and keeps luring me back to the kitchen. Which sounds like a bad thing, but we completely cleaned out the fridge and pantry a couple of weeks ago and we don't have anything really tempting at all.  So I have just been cleaning things in the kitchen and living room to stay in the area. YUM! Lincoln is in the picture because he is obsessed with cameras and taking pictures.  He will pick up my camera and say "cheese.....mile". (smile) My camera is kind of old, so I have been letting him play with it and take pictures of whatever. Most of them that I have deleted are either the floor, the wall, his finger, or a flash of Sturgis fur.  The bad part is that he thinks he needs to play with other people's cameras too. Sorry Dad! Notice the dirty shirt Linc is wearing- Mr Mischief.  He has lived up to that name the last couple of days. He has been into EVERYTHING! I am glad he is so curious, but honestly! I feel like I spend all day telling him no or cleaning up something he has gotten into. Then I wonder why he tells me "no" so much! ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-697863800796375626?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/697863800796375626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=697863800796375626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/697863800796375626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/697863800796375626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/falling-leaves.html' title='Falling Leaves'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SK705ji-3BI/AAAAAAAAABc/k-2UTxYwzPo/s72-c/DSC03366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-2262322022731185476</id><published>2008-08-21T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:34:20.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em-an Day/Organize!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SK3tWTDL5bI/AAAAAAAAABU/ehYc2zbnUPU/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237102909028296114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SK3tWTDL5bI/AAAAAAAAABU/ehYc2zbnUPU/s320/DSC03363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is our Evan day, or Eman as Lincoln calls him. We get to watch my brother Nate's baby every Thursday. He is 10 months old and is sooooo dang cute! He likes to be held a lot, so we don't get much done on these days, just a lot of playing. :) Before he got here, I was on an organizing/cleaning drawers out/throwing stuff away kick. I feel like every little nook and cranny is so cluttered in this house and it is driving me crazy!! I was working on mybathroom. It is amazing how much lotion and hair products one person can actually have. Seriously! Who needs that much smelly lotion? Anyways, I ended up chucking a lot of it and I feel much better about life now that I can find what I am looking for in my drawers and they are not so messy. Last night it was the "junk drawer" in the kitchen. That was an even bigger nightmare! Why do I keep all of the stuff that gets shoved in there? IT's crazy, but everyone has one! The other place that was driving me crazy was the counter in my laundry room. I have this nice, big counter to fold clothes on and it was completely covered in.... everything! That is the central place where stuff gets put that doesn't have a place. It's normally stuff that I need and want to keep, but don't want it sitting on my kitchen counter where I have to look at it all day. If i put it in the washroom, I can just close the door! But I am happy to report that is pretty much empty except for some towels that need to go back in the camper and some things that I need to give back to other people. I was actually able to fold clothes on it last night!!! Yay me!! Next I am going to conquer the linen closet... if i am feeling really ambitious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-2262322022731185476?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/2262322022731185476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=2262322022731185476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2262322022731185476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/2262322022731185476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/em-dayorganize.html' title='Em-an Day/Organize!!!!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SK3tWTDL5bI/AAAAAAAAABU/ehYc2zbnUPU/s72-c/DSC03363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-8950745767604620334</id><published>2008-08-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:57:46.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of 1st Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKz1tS8DbdI/AAAAAAAAABI/7j-ZUvmGvB4/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236830625251683794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKz1tS8DbdI/AAAAAAAAABI/7j-ZUvmGvB4/s320/DSC03334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big man Dawson started 1st grade on Tuesday. It set in that I was the mom of a gradeschooler when I put a check in an envelope for lunch money and put it in his backpack! I remember taking a check for lunch money every week and it doesn't seem like that long ago!!! His teacher's name is Mrs Strain and she seems really nice. He was sooo excited to meet her and to go back to school. He has quite a few of his classmates from last year in his class this year, but informed me he met some new friends on the first day and that he's good at making friends. His teacher last year wrote on his "report card" that he was a good friend to the other kids. To me, that is as important as(if not a little more than) him getting good grades and being a good student. Luckily he does well in both areas. I thought it would be harder to entertain Lincoln all day long, but is actually kind of nice to spend some more 1 on 1 time with Linc and he has done really well with big brother gone. He has learned to play by himself and keep himself busy, which is wonderful!!! And since Lincoln doesn't eat, I don't even have to make lunch for anyone besides myself now! Ha..ha...ha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-8950745767604620334?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/8950745767604620334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=8950745767604620334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/8950745767604620334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/8950745767604620334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-1st-grade.html' title='First Day of 1st Grade'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKz1tS8DbdI/AAAAAAAAABI/7j-ZUvmGvB4/s72-c/DSC03334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-984573383571148923</id><published>2008-08-17T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:02:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog park with the "Rockstar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKif6zaN3CI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JEnVFhfMtMM/s1600-h/DSC04949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235610399399599138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKif6zaN3CI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JEnVFhfMtMM/s320/DSC04949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKif7D2dUhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/La47s8HJQNk/s1600-h/DSC04944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235610403813020178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKif7D2dUhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/La47s8HJQNk/s320/DSC04944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKif7u8OgBI/AAAAAAAAABA/iX7GcINBSy4/s1600-h/DSC04945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235610415379939346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKif7u8OgBI/AAAAAAAAABA/iX7GcINBSy4/s320/DSC04945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a beautiful day today (and a little bit cooler) that we decided to take the whole fam to the dog park. Sturgis loves it there and he gets to play with other dogs. He has been so sad since Samson died and he gets lonely a lot even though he has constant attention from people. At the dog park he always attracts the little dogs that have BIG attitudes. I worry because he is so big and even though he is not aggressive or mean at all, if he does one thing wrong, or even growls he will look like the big, mean dog. So far he has been fine and just kind of stays away from the ones that are not nice. There were not that many dogs there today. Usually there are quite a few on weekends, but maybe it is still too hot. He is our "rockstar" and always draws a crowd wherever we go. Usually I don't mind talking to everyone and answering their questions about him, but sometimes if I don't feel like talking to people, it can be a problem and I get bugged. It's so funny to watch people as we drive down the road with Sturgis in the back of the truck. On the way there today, I kept seeing people look and point and I was confused for a minute. Then I realized we had the "Rockstar" in the back who looks like either a medium sized cow or a small horse. He's quite the spectacle! He is such a sweetie though- everyone LOVES him! He just turned one in June and is a HUGE part of our family! :)He's so big that he drinks our of the people drinking fountain instead of the lower one that is for the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-984573383571148923?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/984573383571148923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=984573383571148923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/984573383571148923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/984573383571148923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-park-with-rockstar.html' title='Dog park with the &quot;Rockstar&quot;'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKif6zaN3CI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JEnVFhfMtMM/s72-c/DSC04949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4022967506542127195</id><published>2008-08-17T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:39:00.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Free Day</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Jeff and I got the opportunity to spend pretty much the whole day together with no kids! We went and got a couples massage at the Santuary Day Spa at the gateway and then we went SCUBA diving (my new obsession).  It was so much fun!  It reminded us of the 5 years we had alone together before DooDaw came along.  We couldn't seem to remember what we did with our time back then.  Some ideas we were able to come up with were:  going to the gym every day for as long as we wanted... going to movies that didn't have cartoon characters in them... eating a meal at a restaurant without someone crying, screaming, spilling a drink, going to the bathroom 10 times, or trying to run away...., being able to go out of town or on vacation at the drop of a hat without spending 2 weeks packing and getting ready.... buying clothes and halloween costumes for our dogs....sleeping in on weekends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all of those things do not even come close to the pure joy and happiness we get from these things:  snuggling a sleepy Linc when he is ready for Night Night.... listening to Dawson read US a bedtime story...  Lincoln's "spongebob" smile... watching Dawson get a great hit in baseball... waking up to Linc's sweet voice saying "ma-ma" or else  "Ni-ic" when I don't answer to a few dozen "mamas"... watching Dawson help Linc with something without me asking him to... watching Lincoln watch Dawson do something with a look that says he thinks his big brother is the coolest person on the WHOLE planet- and then trying to copy him.... and most of all, being able to enjoy all of these things with our best friend as a partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-4022967506542127195?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4022967506542127195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4022967506542127195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4022967506542127195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4022967506542127195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/kid-free-day.html' title='Kid Free Day'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-5429667878065031348</id><published>2008-08-15T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:08:18.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Mac N Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKWp5OLmC3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/74VLr0yw6_c/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234776942412434290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKWp5OLmC3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/74VLr0yw6_c/s320/DSC03313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so for the second time this week, I have seen what Mac n Cheese looks like after it's been in someone's stomach for a while. When I went in to get Lincoln out of his bed on Wednesday, he and his bedding were covered in throw up! The scary part is that it was dried and basically glued all over in his hair! He has been okay since then and since he has done that a couple of times before, I wasn't too worried. But in the middle of the night last night, Dawson came into our room and said his throat hurt and he was "gonna throw up". So we made it to the bathroom, and what do you know.... there was the mac n cheese staring out of the potty again! Now, someone might assume that it was a bad batch of mac n cheese, but this is a new, different batch, made with different butter and different milk. So, needless to say I think we will be eating a lot of dino nuggets and mini corndogs for the next week or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-5429667878065031348?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/5429667878065031348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=5429667878065031348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5429667878065031348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/5429667878065031348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/revenge-of-mac-n-cheese.html' title='Revenge of the Mac N Cheese!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SKWp5OLmC3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/74VLr0yw6_c/s72-c/DSC03313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338840738352038051.post-4896706028742871257</id><published>2008-08-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:27:53.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peer pressure!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so now that everyone I know has told me how lame I am for not having a blog, here it goes!  I actually started to set one up the last time someone told me how cool they were, but never finished completely.  I really do like the idea of having someone to store all of the funny things that Dawson says or crazy things that Lincoln does.  Then everyone else can feel the pain of having a 2 year old with me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338840738352038051-4896706028742871257?l=forman4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/feeds/4896706028742871257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338840738352038051&amp;postID=4896706028742871257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4896706028742871257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338840738352038051/posts/default/4896706028742871257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forman4.blogspot.com/2008/08/peer-pressure.html' title='peer pressure!'/><author><name>Nklpkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094669018544133321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g05G1LhNGT0/SQeF4xl9zhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aR0c-BLk8C8/S220/Forman+Portraits+138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
