<?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-4299589278264592336</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:03:18.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity Now</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6200222775453695312</id><published>2009-06-17T13:59:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:15:40.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlNkhblk7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/f_vrL7SQ_b8/s1600-h/DSC_0014_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlNkhblk7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/f_vrL7SQ_b8/s320/DSC_0014_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348391322323882930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past week all our kids got haircuts. Tate just got his usual buzz but I decided to take Kennedy and Tia to that new place in Layton called Snip Its and let me just say that place is so dang cute. Kids have there own tv to either watch cartoons or play games. They can also have treats and when they are done they take some of their hair and put it in this magical machine that turns it into a prize. My girls loved that and even Tate was entertained there. Probably due to the toys they have there to buy. Thank goodness I brought grandma along to spoil her grandkids. Kennedys hair turned out so cute. Tia only got a trim so now its more even. My mom told me if I ever cut off Tia's hair she would kill me and I do love her hair long. Here are some pics from that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlNzqOIhcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/51w4uzXx7Tc/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp536%253B%253B%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B36%253B9335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlNzqOIhcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/51w4uzXx7Tc/s320/232323232%257Ffp536%253B%253B%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B36%253B9335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348391582381409730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlOAsILD_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/S2cEItffvhA/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53692%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B3676335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlOAsILD_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/S2cEItffvhA/s320/232323232%257Ffp53692%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B3676335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348391806231580658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlOLvVFL0I/AAAAAAAAAtI/p0GbD3MvfN4/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53677%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B369%253A335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlOLvVFL0I/AAAAAAAAAtI/p0GbD3MvfN4/s320/232323232%257Ffp53677%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B369%253A335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348391996069588802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlOaEg2uCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FbzNWOuyW3k/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53689%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B3659335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlOw9Qjp-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zemjEk8OcCc/s320/232323232%257Ffp536%253C2%253Enu%253D3898%253E4%253A7%253E256%253EWSNRCG%253D325%253A8%253B3653335nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348392635463870434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6200222775453695312?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6200222775453695312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6200222775453695312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6200222775453695312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6200222775453695312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/06/haircut-week.html' title='Haircut Week'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SjlNkhblk7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/f_vrL7SQ_b8/s72-c/DSC_0014_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8389659887898888507</id><published>2009-06-09T22:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:37:42.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Si83_6Z-IBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SRlZFRtKHks/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Si83_6Z-IBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SRlZFRtKHks/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345552853861539858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Monday was Ben and I's 8th wedding anniversary but we were able to celebrate the entire weekend thanks to my wonderful parents. They took Kennedy, Tate, and Tia camping up at Bear lake for the weekend. Brave souls. So what was our huge plans since the kids were gone? Pretty much nothing which was everything I thought it could be and more. We bummed around, went to the drive-in, out to eat, and relaxed. I did drag Ben to two doctor appointments but this should be my last visit at a doctors for quite a long time at least it better be. I am finally feeling like my old self again minus my gallbladder of course. I forgot how easy it is to go places with just one kid and not having to raise my voice for a whole weekend was a little weird although I'm sure my parents were doing plenty of it to make up for my lack thereof. No the kids were actually pretty good surprisingly. The only big punishment was for Tate when he hit Kennedy in the face with a flyswatter for the second time. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Si84bK8P_RI/AAAAAAAAAso/y-8Ol4S-q8M/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Si84bK8P_RI/AAAAAAAAAso/y-8Ol4S-q8M/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345553322156752146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well Ben and I decided that the 8th anniversary is the swing anniversary. We have been wanting a porch swing for quite sometime and we finally did it. I love it! It was our gift to each other so I was really surprised when Ben came home early Monday with my favorite kind of roses. He had them made for me so I know it was probably a pretty penny but I don't care cause they're gorgeous. Ben is a seriously thoughtful guy and I love that about him among many other things. So this anniversary was simple but one for the books. Here's hoping the next 8 years are just as chaotic and wonderful as the first. I love you Ben!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-8389659887898888507?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8389659887898888507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8389659887898888507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8389659887898888507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8389659887898888507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/06/absolute-bliss.html' title='Absolute Bliss'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Si83_6Z-IBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SRlZFRtKHks/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5397029956409777955</id><published>2009-05-01T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:13:41.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Woolf Romney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftXR2Nj7NI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_FOLum5s1Xo/s1600-h/DSC_0011_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftXR2Nj7NI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_FOLum5s1Xo/s320/DSC_0011_edited-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330950548044901586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is finally here. He was born April 20th at 6:31 pm, apparently the same birthday as Hitlers. Thanks for pointing that out Kyle. He weighed 8'6'' and was 20 1/2 inches long. He has brown eyes and brown hair. He actually has the most hair out of all my kids. It was quite a shock and he is obviously adorable as you can see. Unfortunately the little guy had what they call TTN and I'm not going to remember what that stands for. Basically he had fluid stuck in his lungs that they couldn't get out so he was having a hard time breathing. Some babies can clear it out in 24 hours but some can take up to a week or more and of course Austin decided he should be in the week or more category. They say it is alot more common with C-sections because the fluid doesn't get squeezed out in the birth canal. So they had to admit him to the NICU so that means 3 out 4 of our kids are part of the NICU club. Not bad huh. He was completely fine in every other aspect so it wasn't as bad as it was with our twins and we had done it all before so we were pros. A week after he was born we were finally able to bring him home but on oxygen which was our choice. We could either keep him in the NICU till he could breath fine on his own or bring him home earlier on oxygen. We wanted him home as soon as possible so we decided on the oxygen plus we had to do that with Tate also so we're pros at that as well. We are just so glad that he is finally home and we are a complete family. The kids were starting to think he wasn't real and Ben said he felt like Austin was the hospital's baby and we were just visiting. Hopefully tomorrow we will be able to take him off the oxygen completely. It would definitely make things alot easier. I'm getting a little sick of our Family room/master bedroom/nursery. As you can see in these pics Kennedy adores baby Austin. She is my little mom. Always helping me out. So far I haven't lost it yet with 4 kids but time will tell. Thanks to everyone that has been helping us out especially my mom and dad who bravely watched our three kids for an entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftXDl5LtMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ncnUZk6hojQ/s1600-h/DSC_0024_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftXDl5LtMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ncnUZk6hojQ/s320/DSC_0024_edited-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330950303146292418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftW5El9lJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/R6kNAzrVS0E/s1600-h/DSC_0032_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftW5El9lJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/R6kNAzrVS0E/s320/DSC_0032_edited-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330950122408613010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftWuN6iZmI/AAAAAAAAAsA/aLrvoVdAQXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0040_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftWuN6iZmI/AAAAAAAAAsA/aLrvoVdAQXQ/s320/DSC_0040_edited-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330949935932270178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5397029956409777955?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5397029956409777955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5397029956409777955' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5397029956409777955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5397029956409777955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/05/austin-woolf-romney.html' title='Austin Woolf Romney'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SftXR2Nj7NI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_FOLum5s1Xo/s72-c/DSC_0011_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5339364401784602811</id><published>2009-04-14T15:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:41:48.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUByqdubCI/AAAAAAAAArg/M8POYmLdKEw/s1600-h/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUByqdubCI/AAAAAAAAArg/M8POYmLdKEw/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324664104339532834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am trying to get caught up on my posts before I have this baby but I am not sure that it's possible. This St. Patrick's Day we had a little party for the girls. My only idea for the day was to make green pancakes which when I told Kennedy about it she made a disgusted face and said, "No thanks Mom". I finally convinced her that they would taste the same and that it was only food coloring so she agreed to try them and was shocked. I hadn't planned on the party but Kitty's preschool got cancelled and she was just crushed about it so we decided to do something on our own. Lauren and Reese were sad to so we decided to invite them in on the fun. So after an agonizing trip to Target we had all the materials we needed. If you noticed Tate isn't in any of the pictures, it was because he was in a timeout during the party for bad behavior. My trip to Target should have been only 15 minutes long but became 40 minutes because of Tate. I couldn't put him in the cart because he would scream bloody murder and everyone in the store would stare at me. I'm sure they're thinking jeez lady get a grip on that kid so I would let him walk and then he would play his favorite game in Target of hide and seek with mommy. Then after we get home he starts throwing a humongous fit and that was it. I had hit my Tate quota of the day. It was much more peaceful without him and we all know Tate has no interest in making crafts anyways. The girls colored a picture of a leprechaun with a rainbow and then they built their own rainbow with clouds. I came up with that idea and was quite impressed with myself if I may say so. Pretty sad huh. Then Michelle brought over sugar cookies for them to decorate and then they all got to search for their own pot of gold outside. I think they all had fun and they still got to have their preschool party later that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUCOhuSrhI/AAAAAAAAAro/2PtTOjxqyB8/s1600-h/DSC_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUCOhuSrhI/AAAAAAAAAro/2PtTOjxqyB8/s320/DSC_0530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324664583029435922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUCeid7CQI/AAAAAAAAArw/tUHgUPoDs-A/s1600-h/DSC_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUCeid7CQI/AAAAAAAAArw/tUHgUPoDs-A/s320/DSC_0531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324664858107119874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUC3jfN_7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/t9KYt3jb2QM/s1600-h/DSC_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUC3jfN_7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/t9KYt3jb2QM/s320/DSC_0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324665287877722034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5339364401784602811?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5339364401784602811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5339364401784602811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5339364401784602811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5339364401784602811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patricks Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SeUByqdubCI/AAAAAAAAArg/M8POYmLdKEw/s72-c/DSC_0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7157863725445584130</id><published>2009-03-14T17:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:10:41.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Son Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbxGZaoewpI/AAAAAAAAArI/MkmGI8ly08k/s1600-h/100_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbxGZaoewpI/AAAAAAAAArI/MkmGI8ly08k/s320/100_0632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313199062850126482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week Ben took Tate to the Thomas and Friends show at the E Center. As some of you may know Tate is completely obsessed with trains right now especially Thomas and his friends. Ben bought the tickets awhile ago but never told Tate because he didn't want to hear, " When we going to see Thomas, Dad?" everyday. In fact he didn't even tell him at all. When he got to the E Center he kept saying look dad that kid has a Thomas shirt like me but it never clicked. They sat down waiting and finally figured it out when the show started and he heard Thomas's whistle. He then totally freaked out and was so excited. We weren't exactly sure if he would enjoy a show with singing and dancing but apparently its okay as long as there are trains in it. Those of you that don't know Tate all that well should know that Tate hates it when anyone sings. Ben said they had pretty good seats but I guess they weren't good enough for Tate because he kept trying to climb on top of Ben's head. So the outing was a success which I was so happy about cause Ben usually has such high expectations of how these things should go and he is usually let down. Maybe the kids are just getting old enough to appreciate them. Here are some pics. The first one Tate said that him and Ben needed to make silly faces which I think turned out pretty cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbxGsBGaAjI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Ps9reB84wM/s1600-h/100_0636_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbxGsBGaAjI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Ps9reB84wM/s320/100_0636_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313199382413836850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbxHCvaMmmI/AAAAAAAAArY/G8kx2Ph3z24/s1600-h/100_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbxHCvaMmmI/AAAAAAAAArY/G8kx2Ph3z24/s320/100_0631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313199772801997410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-7157863725445584130?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7157863725445584130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7157863725445584130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7157863725445584130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7157863725445584130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/03/father-son-outing.html' title='Father Son Outing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbxGZaoewpI/AAAAAAAAArI/MkmGI8ly08k/s72-c/100_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4425465916949769906</id><published>2009-03-13T11:44:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:12:52.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy's First Friend Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqb8Dc5QkI/AAAAAAAAApw/kEcsOezK1PM/s1600-h/DSC_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqb8Dc5QkI/AAAAAAAAApw/kEcsOezK1PM/s320/DSC_0573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730166457877058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I am kind of making it a habit of posting birthdays two months after but at least I finally get to it right. We took 12 kids to the Classic Fun Center for the party. I know we're crazy and it was a little chaotic but I think they all loved it. I think I might cut the list down next time though. Luckily the grandparents came to help out so I just had a person guarding each play area and it worked really well. It was a little expensive but priceless in the fact that when we left we got to leave the mess behind. Here are some pics from party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqeOHJh4bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/6wA4zoAuj5E/s1600-h/DSC_0516_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqeOHJh4bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/6wA4zoAuj5E/s320/DSC_0516_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312732675711295922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqetnCLf_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dQ4XfMy-_EA/s1600-h/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqetnCLf_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dQ4XfMy-_EA/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733216846348274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqfF8eD0dI/AAAAAAAAAqI/BeXrEBND0ZM/s1600-h/DSC_0531_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqfF8eD0dI/AAAAAAAAAqI/BeXrEBND0ZM/s320/DSC_0531_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733634917290450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqfYThHSnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9cd5qI8NYlE/s1600-h/DSC_0535_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqfYThHSnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9cd5qI8NYlE/s320/DSC_0535_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733950341761650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqf3FvUAmI/AAAAAAAAAqY/CZXvXno0cJo/s1600-h/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqf3FvUAmI/AAAAAAAAAqY/CZXvXno0cJo/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312734479219163746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SbqgOz5VYvI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-D5PW53CJAc/s1600-h/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqhl0qyO9I/AAAAAAAAAq4/nx50shrFIgA/s320/DSC_0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312736381602249682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqh3JBdR7I/AAAAAAAAArA/5dYgL3Ce_Xc/s1600-h/DSC_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqh3JBdR7I/AAAAAAAAArA/5dYgL3Ce_Xc/s320/DSC_0590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312736679123830706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4425465916949769906?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4425465916949769906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4425465916949769906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4425465916949769906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4425465916949769906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/03/kennedys-first-friend-party.html' title='Kennedy&apos;s First Friend Party'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/Sbqb8Dc5QkI/AAAAAAAAApw/kEcsOezK1PM/s72-c/DSC_0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-1502614372366949482</id><published>2009-01-30T11:52:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:22:51.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>I was about to post about Kennedy's birthday when I realized that I never did Tate and Tia's. I am 2 1/2 months late but better late than never right. On their actual birthday Ben took them to the Air Force museum. They had a great time with daddy. Tate's favorite part was flying the model plane in the wind tunnel. Ben said he had to pry his little hands off it so the other kids could have a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNN-ZlvNnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2Kmxp7CWV7c/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNN-ZlvNnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2Kmxp7CWV7c/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297163321134233202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNOVIffILI/AAAAAAAAAoY/EArF5juLKvg/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNOVIffILI/AAAAAAAAAoY/EArF5juLKvg/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297163711681601714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNOmXw28-I/AAAAAAAAAog/3ysSNtGu6u0/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNOmXw28-I/AAAAAAAAAog/3ysSNtGu6u0/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297164007838774242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNO4M7aC6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/4zha2SsQVDA/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNO4M7aC6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/4zha2SsQVDA/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297164314167872418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNPHlRl9SI/AAAAAAAAAow/s1lxKyd3iMU/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNPHlRl9SI/AAAAAAAAAow/s1lxKyd3iMU/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297164578401416482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNPZfOPFaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YT4kdwYfbi4/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNPZfOPFaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YT4kdwYfbi4/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297164886014367138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a family get together later that week. I made Tate a train cake since he is obessesed with them. Not quite as impressive as Amy's but I did give it a shot. I made a T for Tia with Tinkerbell on top. She was Tinkerbell for Halloween and has loved fairies ever since. Sometimes we'll call her princess and she'll say no I'm a fairy. Tia got the usual girly stuff, fairies, ponies, etc. Tate of course got trains and we ventured out and bought him a batman cave but the girls have played with it more than him. I'm sure one of these days he move onto something other than trains but for now it is all he cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNRsnLwcUI/AAAAAAAAApA/ebGjnwYfz78/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNRsnLwcUI/AAAAAAAAApA/ebGjnwYfz78/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167413592224066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNSCTdXh7I/AAAAAAAAApI/JVVQLfdUMeM/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNSCTdXh7I/AAAAAAAAApI/JVVQLfdUMeM/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167786254501810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNSUsmTcMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/eYFvjEP1b-g/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNSUsmTcMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/eYFvjEP1b-g/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168102240514242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNSmKP2SjI/AAAAAAAAApY/EnqGp7YpvAw/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNSmKP2SjI/AAAAAAAAApY/EnqGp7YpvAw/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168402257168946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNS5aUgA8I/AAAAAAAAApg/FNXE22BU9rI/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNS5aUgA8I/AAAAAAAAApg/FNXE22BU9rI/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168732989162434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNTK1xZanI/AAAAAAAAApo/j50LpFNbN6I/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNTK1xZanI/AAAAAAAAApo/j50LpFNbN6I/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297169032415898226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-1502614372366949482?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/1502614372366949482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=1502614372366949482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1502614372366949482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1502614372366949482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/01/belated-birthday.html' title='Belated Birthday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYNN-ZlvNnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2Kmxp7CWV7c/s72-c/DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7809042379488178790</id><published>2009-01-28T16:59:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:22:17.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Over Due</title><content type='html'>Ben wanted me to blog this in December but it just never happened. This past Christmas my mom introduced us to the tradition of having one Santa's elves come visit before Christmas. My kids wrote a letter to Santa asking for the things they wanted and for an elf to come visit. The next day the letter was gone and Simpson the elf was there instead. We read a letter that he wrote saying how if you sprinkle him with magic snow, he will wake up when everyone is sleeping. Here are some of his shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDzG5SjRZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2xTw5WNYFYI/s1600-h/DSC_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296500461571098002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDzG5SjRZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2xTw5WNYFYI/s320/DSC_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a game night with the girls dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDzaAkN2MI/AAAAAAAAAng/OD-StvDdE9M/s1600-h/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDzaAkN2MI/AAAAAAAAAng/OD-StvDdE9M/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296500789941754050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He took a marshmallow bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDzr_DbkEI/AAAAAAAAAno/Au91sSeJu6w/s1600-h/DSC_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDzr_DbkEI/AAAAAAAAAno/Au91sSeJu6w/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296501098773450818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He hung snowflakes all over the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDz8xl51SI/AAAAAAAAAnw/f-nE2LW3VDM/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDz8xl51SI/AAAAAAAAAnw/f-nE2LW3VDM/s320/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296501387217720610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He made cookies and flour angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYD0PoR6DWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/BefIb56Eeww/s1600-h/DSC_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYD0PoR6DWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/BefIb56Eeww/s320/DSC_0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296501711135444322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He built his own little castle out of blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYD0fTYqnXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nK5h6WTavxU/s1600-h/DSC_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYD0fTYqnXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nK5h6WTavxU/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296501980404555122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He marked his territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids absolutely loved having Simpson stay and it was alot of fun for us too. We definitely want to make it a tradition in our house. The kids were so sad to see him go but the mom wasn't too sad due to the fact she had to clean up all of Simpson's messes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-7809042379488178790?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7809042379488178790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7809042379488178790' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7809042379488178790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7809042379488178790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-over-due.html' title='Long Over Due'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SYDzG5SjRZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2xTw5WNYFYI/s72-c/DSC_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5543648993390734861</id><published>2009-01-08T12:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:25:09.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict Is Finally In</title><content type='html'>Drum Roll Please......... After 6 long months, we now know that the next member of our family is going to be a boy. Ben is really excited. He informed me after I told him that if it was a girl he would have wanted to try again so it was pretty lucky for him cause there is no way I would have another kid.  So Ben is set on the name Austin. What do you think? Any other good suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5543648993390734861?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5543648993390734861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5543648993390734861' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5543648993390734861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5543648993390734861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2009/01/verdict-is-finally-in.html' title='The Verdict Is Finally In'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6881455050169434939</id><published>2008-11-25T13:27:00.027-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:46:52.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Was My Saturday?</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in quite some time now but Ben and I had such an interesting Saturday that I thought it deserved a blog but instead of telling you I thought I'd show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSxtYWFZZPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4oauZtd6kwY/s1600-h/MULBV6CAHVUY67CAJTP807CAWQSNQGCARLHN2LCAWW076ECAXG4NGNCA7KTYQJCA5QC7OLCAI9ZIJFCA448X80CAAUAQMACAWVOGWNCA3E41SMCATP86G5CACDII75CAY1PFEBCAZV1G0HCA1VZ7K8CA9HC03V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272709528756511986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSxtYWFZZPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4oauZtd6kwY/s320/MULBV6CAHVUY67CAJTP807CAWQSNQGCARLHN2LCAWW076ECAXG4NGNCA7KTYQJCA5QC7OLCAI9ZIJFCA448X80CAAUAQMACAWVOGWNCA3E41SMCATP86G5CACDII75CAY1PFEBCAZV1G0HCA1VZ7K8CA9HC03V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSx9vXsvxDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iNJ_nHtc3Ss/s1600-h/100_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272727516513027122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSx9vXsvxDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iNJ_nHtc3Ss/s320/100_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSxtn80OsgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/frjaDtlJ3Qc/s1600-h/MZBG1GCAWHF1OACAA9SP70CA7Q230UCA8FZ4K9CA9AY88RCAVPUN2BCA4IPNRNCAABIOYUCAFKVZX5CA3HAXXJCAGNRTRCCA8E0C8BCAAUJ94JCA6AHHH9CAUT35NJCATYN60ICAA1GIJACA9GXL73CAVF3EAJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272709796851528194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSxtn80OsgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/frjaDtlJ3Qc/s320/MZBG1GCAWHF1OACAA9SP70CA7Q230UCA8FZ4K9CA9AY88RCAVPUN2BCA4IPNRNCAABIOYUCAFKVZX5CA3HAXXJCAGNRTRCCA8E0C8BCAAUJ94JCA6AHHH9CAUT35NJCATYN60ICAA1GIJACA9GXL73CAVF3EAJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSyHD3GUzOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I22ITzxPeu8/s1600-h/100_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272737764143844578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSyHD3GUzOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I22ITzxPeu8/s320/100_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSyMhFcNB2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zWKnBvPLV4M/s1600-h/DQP05LCA61YRZHCAS42X4KCAQY00NICACN9D05CACAC8J1CAT23GB6CACXTWEMCA1XD2TGCAJNLMZSCA7SVBTWCA9D2EKXCAC3LFMECAW1MGEGCAYV18C3CADDQ0WOCAQ6ICQTCAC0FEPVCAK70SLOCA6EH2BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272743763768051554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSyMhFcNB2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zWKnBvPLV4M/s320/DQP05LCA61YRZHCAS42X4KCAQY00NICACN9D05CACAC8J1CAT23GB6CACXTWEMCA1XD2TGCAJNLMZSCA7SVBTWCA9D2EKXCAC3LFMECAW1MGEGCAYV18C3CADDQ0WOCAQ6ICQTCAC0FEPVCAK70SLOCA6EH2BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSyHR1NBR8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/MXJCBDYzFww/s1600-h/100_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272738004153223106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSyHR1NBR8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/MXJCBDYzFww/s320/100_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;So in case any of you ladies were wondering, even an emergency does not merit a man leaving the Utah BYU game. Well in case you were wondering what the emergency was, Tate slipped and hit his eye on our unfinished stairs splitting his eyelid open. At first I was totally freaking out because as most of you may know cuts on the face always bleed alot so it was all over his face, hands, and shirt. Once it slowed down I was able to think straight and call Ben. I was hoping Ben would race home to help me and his only son but his reply was "Where are you're mom and dad? Can't they help you? And if you can't get a hold of them I bet Phil and Peggy will help you." It was at this point that I realized that under no circumstances was Ben going to consider leaving that stadium. I was on my own and unbeknownst to Ben he would end up paying for that later. Not that knowing would have changed his mind cause it wouldn't have. Luckily my mom and dad came to my rescue. They took the girls to their house so I could take Tate to the ER. I absolutely hate the ER by the way. We have now had to take each one of our kids their. Does anyone else have this problem? Most of the time your there you wait and wait and then wait some more. Waiting is frustrating enough but then some lady decided that it would be a good idea to blare Boot Scootin Boogie and her MP3 player and sing along. I mean I wasn't a big fan when that came out over ten years ago and I have to tell you it hasn't gotten any better with age. I didn't think it could get much worse and then the next song came on. It was the Boot Scootin Boogie again but this time it was the Chipmunk rendition, I kid you not. I'm pretty sure they came up with an invention called earphones in case of instances where you are in a room full of people who all have different music preferences. I mean people are already irritated by being there. Don't add fuel to the fire. When we finally got in we didn't see the doctor forever and then they had to put some numbing medication on it so they wrapped his head with gauze and he couldn't even see. He finally calmed down and fell asleep and then we had to wake him up to get the actual numbing medication. I guess the first is to try to take the edge off of getting the second and here is why. They had to wrap him up like a burrito and then have three of us restrain him to get this done. She took a needle and had to shoot the medicine directly into the wound. To say Tate flipped out is a complete understatement and it did look very painful. Then they cleaned it out and I was finally able to see how deep it was. The actual stitching part was not pleasant either. I mean trying to hold a kid down while he is watching a needle coming at his eye is not easy. The doctor said he has had to get two tetnus shots lately from nurses not being able to hold the kid still. I think I would have been crying if it was one of my girls but Tate was pissed off instead of distraught like they would have been. I actually almost started laughing at one point. He kept yelling,"I'm done. I'm done." He ended up getting four stitches and now thinks it is pretty cool that is until Saturday when we have to go back to take them out. Ben is going to be the lucky one for that task. Just some of the payback coming his way. One of the hardest things about all this was I was trying to get prepared for my first Thanksgiving dinner I was doing for my family on Sunday. It ended up going pretty well though thanks to my moms help. Sorry about all my ranting and raving. If you actually make it to the end of this I applaud you. Here is the end result of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSx89fGNZqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/42moUtVxm4U/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272726659505415842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSx89fGNZqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/42moUtVxm4U/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSx9SQC2alI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rhcQeQuiR9c/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272727016242047570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSx9SQC2alI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rhcQeQuiR9c/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6881455050169434939?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6881455050169434939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6881455050169434939' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6881455050169434939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6881455050169434939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-was-my-saturday.html' title='How Was My Saturday?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SSxtYWFZZPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4oauZtd6kwY/s72-c/MULBV6CAHVUY67CAJTP807CAWQSNQGCARLHN2LCAWW076ECAXG4NGNCA7KTYQJCA5QC7OLCAI9ZIJFCA448X80CAAUAQMACAWVOGWNCA3E41SMCATP86G5CACDII75CAY1PFEBCAZV1G0HCA1VZ7K8CA9HC03V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3330180824066726044</id><published>2008-10-02T13:23:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:15:44.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyworld Trip  Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUm_k3yAjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/BWlVGk_QO7I/s1600-h/Disneyworld+050_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUm_k3yAjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/BWlVGk_QO7I/s320/Disneyworld+050_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252647414068806194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day one is actually day two. The first day was spent traveling and was so awful that I decided it doesn't count as part of our trip. Tate was pretty much as bad as we suspected. He actually lost his voice from screaming so much and we have decided he will probably be an endurance runner cause anyone that can kick their legs continuously that long would have to be. So the actual day one was spent at the Magic Kingdom, of course, because they had to see Mickey immediately. I never went as a little kid so it was fun to see all the characters and ride the kid rides and see their reactions to all of it. Tate was still a little cranky from the day before but Ben decided Tate would have fun whether he wanted to or not. So Ben carried him everywhere and was probably kicked in the nuts at least twenty times so we're probably done having kids now. Overall it was a pretty good day except for the heat. It was soooooo hot and the humidity is killer. Here is a few highlights from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUj7EojUwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oMFDNm7ca8M/s1600-h/Disneyworld+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUj7EojUwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oMFDNm7ca8M/s320/Disneyworld+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252644038160634626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides meeting Mickey and Minnie, Chip and Dale were the ones they were most excited to see that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUkbSJRjnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zjyrCpxYg4s/s1600-h/Disneyworld+038_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUkbSJRjnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zjyrCpxYg4s/s320/Disneyworld+038_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252644591543357042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were totally amazed at being able to see Minnie and Mickey's actual houses. Everytime we went by Tia would yell Mickey house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUk327JafI/AAAAAAAAAcY/aeLtcOTUHOA/s1600-h/Disneyworld+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUk327JafI/AAAAAAAAAcY/aeLtcOTUHOA/s320/Disneyworld+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252645082452552178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture totally cracks me up. I love the look of terror on Tates face. This is on the Snow White ride and all my kids decided it was the scariest ride in the park. Who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUlKg19m2I/AAAAAAAAAcg/B0GZuKhDkxM/s1600-h/Disneyworld+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUlKg19m2I/AAAAAAAAAcg/B0GZuKhDkxM/s320/Disneyworld+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252645402942741346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kennedy on the Snow White ride. She kept putting her hands over her eyes and then peeking through. After this ride, we went on the Peter Pan ride and she asked me if she had to hold onto the bar and I said no and she immediately covered her eyes and would not look the entire ride. On a different day we went back and she liked it but after Snow White I guess she wasn't going to take any chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUloRFoy9I/AAAAAAAAAco/fAEMujA6Q7s/s1600-h/Disneyworld+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUloRFoy9I/AAAAAAAAAco/fAEMujA6Q7s/s320/Disneyworld+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252645914109594578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in the Swiss Robinson Tree. We caught Tate for a second for the pic but he was running through that thing at warp speed. The Minnie mouse ears were actually for the girls but of course after awhile Kennedy didn't want to wear them so either I hold them or wear them. I wore them and I think I look pretty great as Minnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUmAyP-H-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/OtdeOOezeig/s1600-h/Disneyworld+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUmAyP-H-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/OtdeOOezeig/s320/Disneyworld+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252646335328165858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us trying to get a picture in front of the castle and this was the best we could do. Tate is screaming and Tia is running away. People were waiting to pass while we were trying to get this pic and finally I yelled at my dad,"Just take it" and this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUmpunKL-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/gfAVxTMgB5Y/s1600-h/Disneyworld+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUmpunKL-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/gfAVxTMgB5Y/s320/Disneyworld+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252647038726320098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy and Ben got as spinning pretty good. Tia kept trying to help but she was so dizzy that when she tried to grab the handle she kept missing. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for day two of the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3330180824066726044?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3330180824066726044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3330180824066726044' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3330180824066726044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3330180824066726044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/10/disneyworld-trip-day-1.html' title='Disneyworld Trip  Day 1'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SOUm_k3yAjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/BWlVGk_QO7I/s72-c/Disneyworld+050_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-1264753212020028864</id><published>2008-09-24T11:06:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:32:22.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandkid Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp5BAUvNyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Mh8p7XbTlJc/s1600-h/DSC_0474_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp5BAUvNyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Mh8p7XbTlJc/s320/DSC_0474_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249641373827544866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom has wanted me to take pictures of her grandkids for quite some time and I finally did. I was procrastinating because I knew it wouldn't be pleasant and Oh was I right. Everything would have gone really smoothly if not for the one grandson. Tate was flipping out the whole time. I could not get him in any pictures with the girls. He was tired, hungry, and just wanted to play on the toys. Afterward we went to eat and Tate layed on the floor kicking and screaming until our food got there. At that point I had just completely given up and that is the precise reason we don't have family pics. Well here are a few of the pics. Notice how I got alot with Tate all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp2yTMFptI/AAAAAAAAAbA/rUMJdbcUOCc/s1600-h/DSC_0577_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp2yTMFptI/AAAAAAAAAbA/rUMJdbcUOCc/s320/DSC_0577_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249638922170246866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp3EzLDQoI/AAAAAAAAAbI/m9bOuz7bzHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0566_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp3EzLDQoI/AAAAAAAAAbI/m9bOuz7bzHQ/s320/DSC_0566_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249639239993475714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp3k7X5DxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/flLry3cTjzA/s1600-h/DSC_0615_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp3k7X5DxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/flLry3cTjzA/s320/DSC_0615_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249639791950630674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp3za743HI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fVNbnwwf90M/s1600-h/DSC_0537_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp3za743HI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fVNbnwwf90M/s320/DSC_0537_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249640040941280370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp4LuvnLDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YPwzMJpDqSQ/s1600-h/DSC_0434_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp4LuvnLDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YPwzMJpDqSQ/s320/DSC_0434_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249640458575359026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp4fLeEBfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zcQsAIMVADE/s1600-h/DSC_0458_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp4fLeEBfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zcQsAIMVADE/s320/DSC_0458_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249640792703895026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp4trLpVhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0A4xdayptXM/s1600-h/DSC_0415_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp4trLpVhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0A4xdayptXM/s320/DSC_0415_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249641041734751762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-1264753212020028864?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/1264753212020028864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=1264753212020028864' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1264753212020028864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1264753212020028864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandkid-pics.html' title='Grandkid Pics'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SNp5BAUvNyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Mh8p7XbTlJc/s72-c/DSC_0474_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3621004830108346767</id><published>2008-09-08T21:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:11:37.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy's First Week of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX0qP62_DI/AAAAAAAAAag/2pOtvnpiXOo/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX0qP62_DI/AAAAAAAAAag/2pOtvnpiXOo/s320/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243866347807898674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well Kennedy is extremely excited to be back at school. She loves to learn and thinks her new class is great and since it changed my commute from 20 minutes to 2 minutes I think it is pretty great too. She asked me if it was alright if she went to school everyday and I informed her that preschool is only two days a week and she will have to wait until kindergarten to go everyday. There are eleven kids in her class and I believe that they all will go to South Weber Elementary so it is good that she will know a few kids ahead of time. Not that I think she will have a hard time making friends. She is our little social butterfly so I know she'll be fine. Here are a few moments from her first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX0_EDexbI/AAAAAAAAAao/yDKBZOszaRw/s1600-h/DSC_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX0_EDexbI/AAAAAAAAAao/yDKBZOszaRw/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243866705400087986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tia kept wanting to get in all the pictures with Kennedy. She always wants to do whatever her big sis Kitty is. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX1Pj2gcbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/e18_uTx7sOE/s1600-h/DSC_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX1Pj2gcbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/e18_uTx7sOE/s320/DSC_0345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243866988813513138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday Kennedy had show and tell and she decided to bring the countdown to Disneyworld chain. We made it together and she couldn't wait to show everyone how close it was until she went. She is pretty excited if you can't tell and if you were wondering it's down to 4 more days now. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX1oMkZtyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vAS-mfmYPiA/s1600-h/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX1oMkZtyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vAS-mfmYPiA/s320/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243867412060288802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had Lauren and Maggie over to play and have lunch before preschool. The girls had alot of fun and were so cute together. I decided I just had to get a snapshot of them together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3621004830108346767?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3621004830108346767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3621004830108346767' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3621004830108346767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3621004830108346767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/09/kennedys-first-week-of-school.html' title='Kennedy&apos;s First Week of School'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SMX0qP62_DI/AAAAAAAAAag/2pOtvnpiXOo/s72-c/DSC_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3389687346515192276</id><published>2008-09-03T13:48:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:03:12.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Scott &amp; Sydney...Happy Birthday To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7tXDBy1gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/z_73rk6LMI0/s1600-h/keychain+07+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7tXDBy1gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/z_73rk6LMI0/s320/keychain+07+291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241887996511442434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother Scott and his wife Sydney share the same birthday so my mom decided to throw them a surprise birthday party at Cherry Hill except it wasn't much of a surprise because my mom left the evidence on the computer and Scott was the next to use the computer. Oh well good intentions right. Well it was alot of fun and my kids absolutely loved it. Kennedy kept asking when we could come again and we hadn't even left. My mom sure knows how to throw a bash. She even got a pinata which Ben of course broke before anyone could take a swing at it. Go Ben! Well since he broke it, we decided that his punishment should be holding the pinata while everyone swung. Seems fitting right. I said all in all it was a success. I mean we only lost Tate once so that a great feat right there. Here are some of the great pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7tEd8A0wI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xR1Cspfl0k0/s1600-h/keychain+07+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7tEd8A0wI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xR1Cspfl0k0/s320/keychain+07+288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241887677317436162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7sz8sLkUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IYtAF-HT5KA/s1600-h/keychain+07+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7sz8sLkUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IYtAF-HT5KA/s320/keychain+07+284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241887393514754370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7sgqU4T3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/paNmnnbQyOU/s1600-h/keychain+07+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7sgqU4T3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/paNmnnbQyOU/s320/keychain+07+277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241887062167670642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7sSnYzYiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qFBVqOrwfBk/s1600-h/keychain+07+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7sSnYzYiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qFBVqOrwfBk/s320/keychain+07+276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241886820860650018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7r5K2lLmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vyGUVOx_P5s/s1600-h/keychain+07+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7r5K2lLmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vyGUVOx_P5s/s320/keychain+07+273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241886383704190562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3389687346515192276?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3389687346515192276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3389687346515192276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3389687346515192276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3389687346515192276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-scott-sydneyhappy.html' title='Happy Birthday Scott &amp; Sydney...Happy Birthday To You'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SL7tXDBy1gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/z_73rk6LMI0/s72-c/keychain+07+291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-470638998060508808</id><published>2008-08-28T09:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:51:35.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Great Being A Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbHcix4hcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_dUGsggIC_c/s1600-h/DSC_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbHcix4hcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_dUGsggIC_c/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594509678446018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a kid is so great although they don't appreciate it now. Kids get such great pleasure out of the small things in life which we should probably take a lesson from. Putting a in ground trampoline in our backyard was one of smartest moves we've made. It is the one thing my kids use everyday. One of their favorite things is when Ben bounces them. They make him do it until he is ready to pass out. This particular day Lauren and Reese came over to join them. It was so fun to watch them and hear them giggle. Little moments like these remind you that your children are happy and that makes me happy. It isn't a big birthday party or vacation but I think these moments are just as important for your kids to see as the big ones. Here are some of the pics. If it looks like fun and you would like to give it a try, come on over I'm sure Ben would bounce you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbH5aTjwSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/obinashBtik/s1600-h/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbH5aTjwSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/obinashBtik/s320/DSC_0331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595005619978530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbINCsiOiI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kdmECQe-7XQ/s1600-h/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbINCsiOiI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kdmECQe-7XQ/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595342879668770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbImm1TiaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/08w552L8O6U/s1600-h/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbImm1TiaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/08w552L8O6U/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595782076860834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbJC6lX3kI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Fwo_SCQK2zc/s1600-h/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbJC6lX3kI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Fwo_SCQK2zc/s320/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239596268415082050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-470638998060508808?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/470638998060508808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=470638998060508808' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/470638998060508808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/470638998060508808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/08/isnt-it-great-being-kid.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Great Being A Kid'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SLbHcix4hcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_dUGsggIC_c/s72-c/DSC_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6509659722493516100</id><published>2008-08-12T00:33:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:25:58.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Week</title><content type='html'>So last week was a little crazy because of Kyle and Sherl Lynn's wedding but everything went really well. We had something going every night of the week but Wednesday. Monday was the bachelor party where they went paintballing. Ben came home covered in welts and sore from head to toe saying he had a blast. Sometimes I just do not understand men. Covered in bruises from head to toe is not my idea of fun. Tuesday I took Sherl Lynn's bridals. I know a little last minute but we took them edited them and got them printed all in the same day. How is that for efficient and they turned out great. Thursday was their reception in Ben's mom's backyard and it was alot of fun. They just had it casual which was a nice change and they rented a big inflatable toy for the kids and a cotton candy machine as well. Although I do have to say the lime flavor was not my favorite. Sour and cotton candy just do not go together for me. Friday was the actual wedding up at Snow Basin and it was beautiful plus they had one of the cutest flower girls ever. If you are thinking that Kennedy has been a flower girl alot lately you would be right. This was her 4th time in a little over a year so she is a total professional now so I am thinking of hiring her out so if you know anyone that needs one have them give me a call. The kids highlight of the wedding though would have to be the elevator which they continuously rode up and down. I also taught them how to jump up and get a little rush when you hit the right floor which probably wasn't a good idea cause then they just wanted to ride it more. Oh well kids will be kids and who am I to stop them. So here are some picture highlights from the week. I don't have any from the bachelor party so if someone else does send them my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKEzRbxDL2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/j7B9StxuAMo/s1600-h/DSC_0239_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233520616585506658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKEzRbxDL2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/j7B9StxuAMo/s200/DSC_0239_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE0ECxoxRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/14-cfCwaF6w/s1600-h/DSC_0011_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE0ECxoxRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/14-cfCwaF6w/s200/DSC_0011_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233521486050411794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE01hnVF0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/pOnX5BSg3tc/s1600-h/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE01hnVF0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/pOnX5BSg3tc/s200/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233522336142268226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE1NaTw6yI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xu_F4z84sHM/s1600-h/DSC_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE1NaTw6yI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xu_F4z84sHM/s200/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233522746498018082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inflatable toy they rented sure kept my kids occupied thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE18AVP1QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WV18F5lHCLo/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE18AVP1QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WV18F5lHCLo/s200/DSC_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233523546978768130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE2SVKc80I/AAAAAAAAAX0/QTTr8Ezszy8/s1600-h/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE2SVKc80I/AAAAAAAAAX0/QTTr8Ezszy8/s200/DSC_0393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233523930527757122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy performing her flower girl duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE2zHnQ5UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/j78z3Qut_80/s1600-h/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE2zHnQ5UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/j78z3Qut_80/s200/DSC_0403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233524493826188610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE3L_-5eqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/H3h3RaGTQBs/s1600-h/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE3L_-5eqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/H3h3RaGTQBs/s200/DSC_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233524921274563234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed Tia as a flower girl too so she wouldn't throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a pretty dress and her hair done too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE4gaSXYJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jAzp2vYW0ko/s1600-h/DSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE4gaSXYJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jAzp2vYW0ko/s200/DSC_0412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233526371444547730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE43P7kKmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OX39oJvMGaw/s1600-h/DSC_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE43P7kKmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OX39oJvMGaw/s200/DSC_0485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233526763801553506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this picture you would think Mairyn and Kennedy were sisters&lt;br /&gt;and not Tia and Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE5fGuXJrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/frwSEPKVfX0/s1600-h/DSC_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE5fGuXJrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/frwSEPKVfX0/s200/DSC_0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233527448525022898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE5xS3edEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Oi76tpfkpLk/s1600-h/DSC_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE5xS3edEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Oi76tpfkpLk/s200/DSC_0479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233527761022121026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't my kids just looked thrilled to be there and I would have been extremely annoyed with Kennedy's pouting if she hadn't looked so cute doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE6fw3CQwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uSoEw42xaxo/s1600-h/DSC_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKE6fw3CQwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uSoEw42xaxo/s320/DSC_0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233528559347319554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long days work who doesn't need a good drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6509659722493516100?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6509659722493516100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6509659722493516100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6509659722493516100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6509659722493516100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-week.html' title='Wedding Week'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SKEzRbxDL2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/j7B9StxuAMo/s72-c/DSC_0239_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-317298610504294386</id><published>2008-08-06T10:07:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:17:04.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn Chaos</title><content type='html'>So in my previous post I told you I would post pictures of the parties for those of you who decided to stay home that night and instead just go in the morning when the mad rush was over. It was alot of fun and crazy. We ended up going to Wal-mart instead of Barnes and Noble because we had 400 people in front of us and my sister in-law was like 50th in line there. They were really organized there. They were giving out pins, stickers, T-shirts, and even cake. When 12 o'clock hit they let everyone in and they just had tables full of books everywhere and every check stand was open so we were out of there by 12:15. When Jamie dropped me off at Barnes and Noble the line was huge. It went all the way back to Micheals. I would guess there was about 2500 people there. Pretty insane. So I am curious to what everyone thinks about the book so if you have read it leave your review of the book in my comments. I will leave my opinion there too so if you have not read the book and do not want to be spoiled then do not look at my comments. Here are some of favorite pics.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnQErVy9hI/AAAAAAAAAWE/egNO7uNVm7w/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441220939740690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnQErVy9hI/AAAAAAAAAWE/egNO7uNVm7w/s200/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnQS4EOnxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9c2oKHxgKpo/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441464873885458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnQS4EOnxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9c2oKHxgKpo/s200/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely that lady has a tail apparently she is a wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnSsUQ6nXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/a8k4wElzRqw/s1600-h/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231444100963278194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnSsUQ6nXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/a8k4wElzRqw/s200/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnScc7r_oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wO4JCRAxlyo/s1600-h/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231443828412251778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnScc7r_oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wO4JCRAxlyo/s200/DSC_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in blue is Bella at the Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnPYcktMII/AAAAAAAAAV8/wF80t2Ij0r0/s1600-h/DSC_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231440461061501058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnPYcktMII/AAAAAAAAAV8/wF80t2Ij0r0/s200/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the enormous crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnS7edQvTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MGJJyo6esr0/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231444361397452082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnS7edQvTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MGJJyo6esr0/s200/DSC_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnT-g-33AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aIhZjkbCmqI/s1600-h/DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231445513126534146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnT-g-33AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aIhZjkbCmqI/s200/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Scott was such a good sport and put up with the insanity&lt;br /&gt;just to be with his wife. He even bought a book for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnTxgZPc-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NSs96Lw3SYE/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231445289630397410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnTxgZPc-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NSs96Lw3SYE/s200/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the face painting they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnTNPY1fLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sGoe4RQHzhI/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231444666590002354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnTNPY1fLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sGoe4RQHzhI/s200/DSC_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn's sisters and sister in-law. Where is Jaclyn you say?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya she isn't a big fan. Crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnThKr6WfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WgLBPgOD0yo/s1600-h/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231445008925219314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnThKr6WfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WgLBPgOD0yo/s200/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, Sydney, Nina, and me at Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;They have some great plants on sale if your wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-317298610504294386?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/317298610504294386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=317298610504294386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/317298610504294386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/317298610504294386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-chaos.html' title='Breaking Dawn Chaos'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJnQErVy9hI/AAAAAAAAAWE/egNO7uNVm7w/s72-c/DSC_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7583550606342203473</id><published>2008-07-31T22:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:42.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Total Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJKVDBAm-xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DIH-HOY_f0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJKVDBAm-xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DIH-HOY_f0Q/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229405996373703442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as some of you may know Breaking Dawn is coming out tomorrow night at 12:01 and if you don't know that where have you been. Well me and my friend Jamie decided to be dorks and attend the party that night but we found out that if you want to get a book that night that you have to get a wrist band because they are only giving out so many. They said they were giving them out Thursday starting at nine A.M. so I convinced my awesome mom to watch my kids and Jamie's son Jaxon while we ran real fast to pick them up. I figured that there would be people there but we arrived at 9:10 and the line was already behind the building. Crazy huh! An hour and fifteen minutes later we finally got our wrist band. I guess the people at the front of the line camped there over night. They are only going to let a 50 people in at a time and they are doing it according to names. The first 50 has Edward written on theirs the next Bella and so on. We got stuck with Rosalie of all characters come on. We are thinking that we were around 500 or so but we're not sure so needless to say it is going to be a very late night tomorrow. So just when you thought I couldn't get any more stupid, I do something like this and totally redeem myself! We plan on having alot of fun and don't you fret we will take plenty of photos of the mass chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJKVTS6gZqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GR4ReDRwPes/s1600-h/7-31-08+007%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJKVTS6gZqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GR4ReDRwPes/s320/7-31-08+007%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229406276057851554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats me at the end of the line in the green shirt next to the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJKVoXF4lGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VSzJyVynbzg/s1600-h/7-31-08+009%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJKVoXF4lGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VSzJyVynbzg/s320/7-31-08+009%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229406637956568162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-7583550606342203473?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7583550606342203473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7583550606342203473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7583550606342203473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7583550606342203473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-total-nerd.html' title='I Am A Total Nerd'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SJKVDBAm-xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DIH-HOY_f0Q/s72-c/DSC_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7625407176894473682</id><published>2008-07-22T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:50:35.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Wars</title><content type='html'>Last night after we put the kids to bed we decided to sit down together relax and watch a little tellie. We pretty much never want to watch the same thing so I compromised and let him watch the ESPY's because he wanted to see it so bad. I found myself extremely surprised. It was actually quite entertaining. I know, I know, who would of thought anything having to do with sports would be entertaining. Justin Timberlake hosted and he is really funny. I know a couple of jokes went over my head because I don't follow sports very closely so Ben explained to me after. We stayed up until twelve to finish it so you know it must of been good cause it takes alot for Ben to stay up past nine on a week day. I think they are replaying it on different ESPN channels so if you want a good laugh with something both you and your husband can enjoy you should give it a try. Tiger Woods won for best male athlete and had an awesome acceptance speech. I decided to post it for you so you could see for yourself. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5AqwUwqOZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5AqwUwqOZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-7625407176894473682?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7625407176894473682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7625407176894473682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7625407176894473682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7625407176894473682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/07/tv-wars.html' title='TV Wars'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3235093479128430482</id><published>2008-07-15T23:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:43.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake Trip</title><content type='html'>This last weekend we went up to Bear Lake for the annual Romney camp out. At first I told Ben we could only stay one night since we would be in a tent but my parents decided to go up and said we could stay in their trailer so we signed on for the whole weekend. Friday we couldn't do to much boating because the waves on the lake were unreal. We seriously felt like we were in the ocean. On the way back to the dock we were pretty much the only boat on the lake and we felt like Forest Gump and his legless friend. I'll let you decide who was who but seriously I bet people were pointing at us going who are those idiots out on that boat. It took us an hour to get back to the dock and all though it was quite the adventure, Ben and I were soaked and a little stressed out by the end. Luckily the next day was calmer and we were able to get in some boating with Ben's family. I flipped Ben and Brent in the tube pretty good. Ben was done tubing after that crash so I won that round. I love watching peoples faces when they are being whipped around on the tube. I wish I could get a close up of everyone. Mark, Daina, Peggy, Lori, Kyle, Sherilynn, and the Jacobsens we missed you this year. Hopefully you will be able to make it next time. Here are a few pics from the trip. I didn't get very many cause I didn't want to drag along my big camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2NzLJmHRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cArHzBylRO0/s1600-h/IMGP3022%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2NzLJmHRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cArHzBylRO0/s320/IMGP3022%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223487053125524754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate on Rachel and Kelly's Vroom Vroom. He would stay there all day if we let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2OOr5qCqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XnyhrHNZTac/s1600-h/IMGP3076%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2OOr5qCqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XnyhrHNZTac/s320/IMGP3076%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223487525773511330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben rockin the wakeboard. Isn't he sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2OlLBlV-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ds5KYUA0oHQ/s1600-h/IMGP3034%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2OlLBlV-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ds5KYUA0oHQ/s320/IMGP3034%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223487912085379042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy and Tia chillin in the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2O-UxauqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ecqHiq1J35c/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2O-UxauqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ecqHiq1J35c/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223488344198658722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it. I just had to take a picture of this since it looks like she has some serious booty. She will probably hate me for it when she older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2PsPwwMCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dJfaRu4zZtU/s1600-h/DSC_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2PsPwwMCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dJfaRu4zZtU/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223489133127675938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy decided that they needed to have a parade so she got on her bike and put candy in her bag and took off with Ben and the twins. She told Papa that he needed to stand by the road so that when they came back around she could throw candy at him which she did. It was so cute and she was so excited and Tate about flipped out when he saw candy flying everywhere and couldn't get out of the trailer to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next year everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3235093479128430482?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3235093479128430482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3235093479128430482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3235093479128430482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3235093479128430482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/07/bear-lake-trip.html' title='Bear Lake Trip'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SH2NzLJmHRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cArHzBylRO0/s72-c/IMGP3022%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6281004135864444773</id><published>2008-07-09T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:43.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHUs4RV6TII/AAAAAAAAAUw/PXr_u7bpoBU/s1600-h/37-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHUs4RV6TII/AAAAAAAAAUw/PXr_u7bpoBU/s320/37-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221128688245558402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so when I saw this I knew I had to post it. I couldn't stop laughing. Is it just me or does this not look exactly like a naughty romance novel cover. Anyone going to the movie expecting that kind of steamy action will be extremely disappointed. Thank goodness the photographer for the film isn't quite this cheesy. Rob does seem a little buffer than I imagined though which brings up the question is he photoshopped? Yes or No. Whats your take? I hope everyone can get a little giggle from this like me especially Alicia since I know how found of Robert Pattinson she is. So here is the question for everyone is the movie going to be a slam dunk or an air ball? Pictures like this make me worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6281004135864444773?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6281004135864444773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6281004135864444773' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6281004135864444773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6281004135864444773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHUs4RV6TII/AAAAAAAAAUw/PXr_u7bpoBU/s72-c/37-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4726953952698704032</id><published>2008-07-07T17:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:45.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy July 4th 2008</title><content type='html'>We spent the 4th doing the usual stuff such as going to the parade, BBQ's, watching fireworks, and of course babysitting the Wren's dog which I strongly suggest you all try next year. It just isn't the 4th without a little bit of Puppy. I am just teasing Michelle stop worrying. My family decided to have their party on the 5th and when we got there they had a big surprise for the kids. They bought one of those blow up water toys and you should have seen my kids faces. It was like it was Christmas in July. Kennedy said "This is the best day ever." So I think she was a little excited. The kids loved it and so did we. We could just sit back and relax while the kids went crazy. It was perfect for kids their age. Unfortunately there was a little mishap two hours in when the blower went out and it shrunk to a foot tall instead of its normal 8 feet. The kids were begging for Papa and Daddy to fix it but there was nothing to be done. The blower had past on to the next life but at least we know that it had a good last two hours. My mom contacted the company and they are sending her a new one right away and my kids are counting down the hours. Here are a few pics before the catastrophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKuztOiv7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jw2d_OEn2Sw/s1600-h/waterslide+party+005%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKuztOiv7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jw2d_OEn2Sw/s320/waterslide+party+005%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220427121412980658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKvBWwKAmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kDBdJBjgmr0/s1600-h/waterslide+party+012%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKvBWwKAmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kDBdJBjgmr0/s320/waterslide+party+012%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220427355898118754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKvN_baaLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H13D9q7RaLA/s1600-h/waterslide+party+006%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKvN_baaLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H13D9q7RaLA/s320/waterslide+party+006%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220427572975397042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKve-QNbrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/kMVplm01avU/s1600-h/waterslide+party+010%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKve-QNbrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/kMVplm01avU/s320/waterslide+party+010%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220427864717749938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4726953952698704032?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4726953952698704032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4726953952698704032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4726953952698704032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4726953952698704032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-july-4th-2008.html' title='Happy July 4th 2008'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SHKuztOiv7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jw2d_OEn2Sw/s72-c/waterslide+party+005%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-1989515480565053739</id><published>2008-06-30T17:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:18:59.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Club Reminder</title><content type='html'>Just a little reminder that book club is at my house tomorrow at 7:30. Everyone spread the news in case anyone has forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-1989515480565053739?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/1989515480565053739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=1989515480565053739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1989515480565053739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1989515480565053739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-club-reminder.html' title='Book Club Reminder'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6931333109250311885</id><published>2008-06-27T09:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:45.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGUQZcDUr7I/AAAAAAAAATo/j_Ox6mhXEJE/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGUQZcDUr7I/AAAAAAAAATo/j_Ox6mhXEJE/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216593772591493042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday it was Ben and I's turn to host Sunday dinner. I love hosting dinner in the summer since you can do an easy BBQ and you can enjoy the outdoors which is important since fitting Ben's big family in almost any house feels a little squishy. I had to post this picture of the kids eating ice cream. It was just too cute and it totally reminds me of being a kid (the good ole days). Doesn't everyone have a picture of themselves eating an ice cream cone at some point. I love the picture with Ben in it. If you look closely you'll notice Caleb is sharing his ice cream cone with Kennedy. Cute and a little surprising but I am pretty sure there will come a point where they won't be able to share ice cream cones for it kind of falls into that kissin cousins category. I also love the picture of Kennedy and Tia together. Whenever I see pictures of them, it makes me wish I had a sister. They may fight but I know they will be really close and it makes me a little jealous. Is that weird? I'm glad they will always have each other but I also hope that they will always let me into their private club. I have a feeling that as they get older it will become a more exclusive one. Hopefully I will be allowed a temporary pass every once in a while. All in all the whole dinner went off without a hitch oh except for when Conner knocked off Tate's ice cream off his cone. I think you all know what Tate's response to that was. It was death con five and we all rushed to get some ice cream on top his cone. Luckily we were fast enough so the missile crisis was averted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGUQ2zRQ-XI/AAAAAAAAATw/ztxR5rX41o0/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGUQ2zRQ-XI/AAAAAAAAATw/ztxR5rX41o0/s320/DSC_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216594277040191858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGURKY3WU6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/NsuRQISMboI/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGURKY3WU6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/NsuRQISMboI/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216594613549552546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGURkqplVhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Se_EJ0XuCAU/s1600-h/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGURkqplVhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Se_EJ0XuCAU/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595065000252946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6931333109250311885?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6931333109250311885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6931333109250311885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6931333109250311885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6931333109250311885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-dinner.html' title='Sunday Dinner'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SGUQZcDUr7I/AAAAAAAAATo/j_Ox6mhXEJE/s72-c/DSC_0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6842252187407385171</id><published>2008-06-21T15:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:46.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day To Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1-BZ8FWBI/AAAAAAAAATI/YlcYaDSK3zQ/s1600-h/DSC_0382_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1-BZ8FWBI/AAAAAAAAATI/YlcYaDSK3zQ/s320/DSC_0382_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214462506172766226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Fathers Day this year Ben decided that he wanted to buy two tubes for the boat so we can have battles. The only word that comes to my mind is Ouch but Ben was so excited. We finally were able to take them out and Jeremy was kind enough to indulge Ben with the tube wars since I was in no way going to attempt it. I did however agree to drive and let me tell you there is no better thing than making two grown men scream like girls which is exactly what they did. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1-S8PWCJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/govPrvc5OTM/s1600-h/DSC_0381_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1-S8PWCJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/govPrvc5OTM/s320/DSC_0381_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214462807438133394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point Jeremy hit a wave and flew about six feet in the air while Ben flew underneath him. That one even scared me and no we didn't get a picture of it cause Liz was too in shock to snap the pic. They both said they have never laughed and been so scared at the same time before. They loved it and Ben is willing to take new challengers so if anyone is up for it let us know. A little warning in advance though expect to be extremely sore the next day. Ben couldn't even raise his arms above his head. We are both just glad to be able to go boating again. Now if the price of gas would just go down it would be perfect if anyone wants to contribute to the Romney boating fund we are taking donations. It is a very worthwhile cause and when you see the look on those boys faces it makes every penny worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1-qCPJmOI/AAAAAAAAATY/xL3PVBynj6I/s1600-h/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1-qCPJmOI/AAAAAAAAATY/xL3PVBynj6I/s200/DSC_0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214463204184922338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1_Br0pCeI/AAAAAAAAATg/atI1iJhKchc/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1_Br0pCeI/AAAAAAAAATg/atI1iJhKchc/s200/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214463610485017058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6842252187407385171?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6842252187407385171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6842252187407385171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6842252187407385171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6842252187407385171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-to-ben.html' title='Happy Fathers Day To Ben'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SF1-BZ8FWBI/AAAAAAAAATI/YlcYaDSK3zQ/s72-c/DSC_0382_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7835399545821661518</id><published>2008-06-10T14:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:47.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Club Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7fF7dK8pI/AAAAAAAAARY/A8fPXLrumFk/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7fF7dK8pI/AAAAAAAAARY/A8fPXLrumFk/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347111866626706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so we planned on meeting on the 24th of June but because of some unforeseen circumstances, cough..cough.. Jaclyn, we won't be able to do it that day so we are moving it to Tuesday July 1st at 7:30 so those of you who haven't started it yet, cough.. cough.. Erin Smith, get an extra week. I hope this doesn't mess anybody up so nobody plan a big activity and decide to do it on July 1st especially you Jaclyn. Everyone spread the news to each other and at the next meeting we will get eveybody's e-mail so when we have these type of things happen we can contact each other. Get ready everyone because I plan on having us travel through time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-7835399545821661518?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7835399545821661518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7835399545821661518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7835399545821661518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7835399545821661518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-club-update.html' title='Book Club Update'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7fF7dK8pI/AAAAAAAAARY/A8fPXLrumFk/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-1246085567529246447</id><published>2008-06-10T13:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:47.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy's Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7VuacDvLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/38BhDHcd3Rc/s1600-h/DSC_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7VuacDvLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/38BhDHcd3Rc/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210336812261948594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back! I took a short sabbatical and now I am ready to go again. My life seemed a little crazy there for a few weeks but I think it is starting to slow a bit. Kennedy had her recital and did a great job. There was only two of them in her group but that didn't scare her at all. She was so excited to dance up on the big stage. Ben got a picture of her doing a toetouch and she was so impressed. They got trophies with their names on them like last year so when I gave the trophy to Kennedy she replied but mom I already have one of these and I told her ya but that one is purple and this one is turquoise and she grabbed it and said oh okay. On the way home though she broke the dancer off the top so don't mention the trophy to her cause now it is a sore subject. I promised to fix it which I fully intend to do one of these days.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7VgcaGY8I/AAAAAAAAARI/3B8iUav6IH8/s1600-h/DSC_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7VgcaGY8I/AAAAAAAAARI/3B8iUav6IH8/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210336572272436162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to be the class mom for her class so I had to stay with them until after they went on so Ben was left with the twins alone and let me tell you Ben was not happy about it. Ben's mom, sister, my sister in-law, and her daughter were there so they helped as much as they could but apparently they could see me on the other side of the auditorium and they were not happy about it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7VPa9NAYI/AAAAAAAAARA/IPvqYK1xiIE/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7VPa9NAYI/AAAAAAAAARA/IPvqYK1xiIE/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210336279825023362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You would think we would have learned from the previous years experience and found babysitters but we always hope one of these times they will be good. Well those of you that don't now Sophie goes to the same studio as Kennedy and so Jaclyn and Joe were there and Cade did not want to sit still so either Jaclyn or Joe(can't remember which) took Cade out with Joe's mom and when they got to the lobby Joe's mom says hey at least he's not acting like that kid and they look over and see a boy kicking and screaming on the floor with a dad trying to control him and wouldn't you know it, it is no other than Tate and Ben.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7U-HjWZWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BoX-bquHEUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7U-HjWZWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BoX-bquHEUQ/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210335982558537058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe laughs and says that's my neighbor. Needless to say Ben was quite on edge by the time Kennedy was done and we will definitely getting a babysitter next year that is if we learn from our mistakes. Once same on them twice same on us three times and we would have to be complete idiots. So who is free next year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-1246085567529246447?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/1246085567529246447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=1246085567529246447' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1246085567529246447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1246085567529246447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/06/kennedys-recital.html' title='Kennedy&apos;s Recital'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SE7VuacDvLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/38BhDHcd3Rc/s72-c/DSC_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-2570800828012979895</id><published>2008-05-28T23:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids On The Block Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SD46RaJeLmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ut-YcnCi7aY/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SD46RaJeLmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ut-YcnCi7aY/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662290038107746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know everyone has been wondering if New Kids On The Block were ever going to have a comeback tour. Well I don't know about them but here is the new New Kids On The Block. Ben and I are usually hogging Rockband but the other day we let the kids play around for awhile. It was so cute! I should have been recording it instead of taking pictures. Tate was singing his heart out and Kennedy is actually getting quite good on the drums. She must have Ben's musical talents cause we all know it didn't come from me. If anyone can think of a band name for the kids let me know and yes I am aware of the fact that Tia has no pants on but I'm pretty sure that it is the cool thing to do these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-2570800828012979895?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/2570800828012979895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=2570800828012979895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2570800828012979895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2570800828012979895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-kids-on-block-come-back.html' title='New Kids On The Block Come Back'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SD46RaJeLmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ut-YcnCi7aY/s72-c/DSC_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6397871076732472479</id><published>2008-05-22T22:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June's Book Club Choice</title><content type='html'>We had our first book club meeting tonight and it went really well and it was alot of fun. Thanks Amy. Well needless to say Amy calls me Wednesday asking if I would do the pick for June and be ready to give my choice on Thursday. I decided I wanted to pick a book I haven't read so I immediately got on amazon.com and started searching. I came up with three choices for everyone to pick from and the winner is: (drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDZN0qJeLjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jGauX4eYo6c/s1600-h/12945438[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203431986535738930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDZN0qJeLjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jGauX4eYo6c/s200/12945438%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDZOBqJeLkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/m5PLiznczWI/s1600-h/12945464[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203432209874038338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDZOBqJeLkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/m5PLiznczWI/s200/12945464%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger say that name 10 times real fast. I have heard alot of good things about this book and it is being made into a movie so I figured it must be somewhat good, right. The book has 546 pages so its more than last months so girls who had a hard time finishing the book last month better get movin. The movie is scheduled to release Dec. 25th of this year and for those people who want a picture to put in your head of the main characters, Eric Bana is playing Henry (yum) and Rachel McAdams is playing Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDZOVaJeLlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HHTSV6x8bPQ/s1600-h/5063504[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203432549176454738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDZOVaJeLlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HHTSV6x8bPQ/s200/5063504%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies next month meeting is on Tuesday June 24th at 7:00 and my house is of course the place. So get ready cause I throw one heck of a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6397871076732472479?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6397871076732472479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6397871076732472479' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6397871076732472479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6397871076732472479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/05/junes-book-club-choice.html' title='June&apos;s Book Club Choice'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDZN0qJeLjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jGauX4eYo6c/s72-c/12945438%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6368798463960847505</id><published>2008-05-20T23:04:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:49.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray A Successful Vacation</title><content type='html'>You heard me right. We actually had a vacation go off without a hitch which has not occurred since the twins were born. To be honest I still can't believe it went as well as it did. Sure we hit a few speed bumps but nothing we couldn't handle. Last weekend we went down to St. George at Sand Hollow Reservoir to do some primitive camping. I'm not sure that staying in a trailer with a bathroom, kitchen, and air conditioning is really all that primitive but hey that is my kind of camping. The kids had a blast and Ben was finally able to get his boat out which is all he has been thinking about lately. He even tried to convince me to go boating when Pineview was still frozen. NO JOKE! I know I have been behind on my blogging but this trip is partly to blame. I needed two days before our trip to prepare and two days after to recover so I have basically been out of commission since last Wednesday until now. But I am back and ready to roll so I am posting some pictures from our trip. WARNING: A bunch of pictures are about to follow so if you do not want to see tons of picture of my family turn back now before it is to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOyhG6zXBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KzAoyhY980Q/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOyhG6zXBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KzAoyhY980Q/s200/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202698276405730322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben bought these boats for them and it was their favorite sand toy. Tate barely ever put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOyy26zXCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/R9gtbdZej3M/s1600-h/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOyy26zXCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/R9gtbdZej3M/s200/DSC_0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202698581348408354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy and Jada enjoying the beach. It is so beautiful down there if you haven't been there you need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOzCG6zXDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/k_NAfZKigwc/s1600-h/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOzCG6zXDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/k_NAfZKigwc/s200/DSC_0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202698843341413426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Woolf bought this hat for Tate and he barely took it off the whole trip.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOzSG6zXEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n_KN1OTYQYw/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOzSG6zXEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n_KN1OTYQYw/s200/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202699118219320386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the kids favorite things to do on the boat. We stop somewhere quiet and let the kids kick their feet in the water. They aren't quite brave enough for the tube yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOzhW6zXFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KMGCqOuZGxk/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOzhW6zXFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KMGCqOuZGxk/s200/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202699380212325458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tate enjoyed playing in the mud more than the water. The first day he kept looking at us wondering when we were going to tell him to stop doing it since it's a no no at home. Any suggestions on how to get red sand out of a swimming suit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOz0G6zXGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ViGI7LPMP1c/s1600-h/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOz0G6zXGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ViGI7LPMP1c/s200/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202699702334872674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If Tate wasn't in the mud, he was sitting in Papa's Rhino. He sat there for an entire hour once and would just yell keys every once and awhile. Every time someone took the Rhino and he wasn't on it he would throw the biggest fit. You know how boys love their toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDO0H26zXHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7pbPRCTbpqM/s1600-h/DSC_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDO0H26zXHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7pbPRCTbpqM/s200/DSC_0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202700041637289074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited my Aunt and Uncle who live down there and decided to have a little pool party. Kennedy was a bit cranky if you can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDO0cG6zXII/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eltr_eDSjz4/s1600-h/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDO0cG6zXII/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eltr_eDSjz4/s200/DSC_0264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202700389529640066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tate was going a little crazy while we were there. Don't worry Ben was not hit in the head by the gun. I thought you would be curious since I wasn't posting the after shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDO0v26zXJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Fpb8JrJ_tBk/s1600-h/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDO0v26zXJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Fpb8JrJ_tBk/s200/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202700728832056466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not there was actually two more people than this in the hot tub at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you made it this far I congratulate you. I know how some people hate long blogs so for those who made it kudos. Here's hoping our next vacation can go off without a hitch as well. I'm pushin it aren't I. Hey a girl can dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6368798463960847505?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6368798463960847505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6368798463960847505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6368798463960847505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6368798463960847505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooray-successful-vacation.html' title='Hooray A Successful Vacation'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SDOyhG6zXBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KzAoyhY980Q/s72-c/DSC_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-486220936962604768</id><published>2008-05-08T23:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:50.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wonder What A Three Year Old Girl Would Look Like Disguised As A Thirty Year Old Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SCPhCXfdQkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ga_v_GwenZ4/s1600-h/100_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SCPhCXfdQkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ga_v_GwenZ4/s320/100_0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198245825697628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well now you know. Tia got our Nestle chocolate milk mix and put some in a cup and started eating it with a spoon. It hurts my throat just thinking about it. She made a mess all over the floor but I couldn't help but laugh since she looked like this. I love how she even has a unibrow. I bet Aleesha could fix that. So she was able to get away with that one which is more than I can say for her slip up the next day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SCPhWf-QTaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/81gqLbLj_dg/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SCPhWf-QTaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/81gqLbLj_dg/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198246171571670434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure if I would call it a slip up as much as a Hulk induced rage which is how strong she must be in order to accomplish such a task. To be honest I still can't figure out how she pulled the shutter right off. I mean shouldn't they give you a warning when you buy the shutters that says Beware: Redheaded 3 year old girls have been known to tear these shutters right out of their sockets. Maybe there was and I just didn't read the fine print. I guess when we were building the house and decided on shutters I should have thought HMMMMM I bet a three year old could pull these right out of the wall. I thought the shutters would actually be better than regular blinds. Well I guess I learned my lesson. I'm thinking I should contact the Guinness Book of World Records because I am pretty sure no other 3 year old has done this but if anyone knows someone else that this has happened to please let me know. Last week Tate tore off the cabinet door, this week Tia tore off the shutter, next week I am seriously worried that Kennedy might tear our front door right off its hinges. I guess I really should stop feeding my kids their Wheaties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-486220936962604768?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/486220936962604768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=486220936962604768' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/486220936962604768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/486220936962604768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/05/ever-wonder-what-three-year-old-girl.html' title='Ever Wonder What A Three Year Old Girl Would Look Like Disguised As A Thirty Year Old Man?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SCPhCXfdQkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ga_v_GwenZ4/s72-c/100_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-538300192836297573</id><published>2008-05-05T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:46:33.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Juicy Little Morsel</title><content type='html'>So I know how you guys depend upon me for all the up to date Twilight news and I came upon quite a juicy one today. It's a teaser trailer so take a look and tell me what you think. I want to know if you like the feel of it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't forget to pause my music it can be a bit distracting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=33429578"&gt;Twilight in HD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=33429578&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-538300192836297573?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/538300192836297573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=538300192836297573' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/538300192836297573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/538300192836297573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/05/juicy-little-morsel.html' title='A Juicy Little Morsel'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5795930222256943465</id><published>2008-04-28T11:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:52.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tate Tag</title><content type='html'>So Tate was tagged so you get to hear 5 wonderful things about my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYawOFmy_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IjvRAIlPqBU/s1600-h/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYawOFmy_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IjvRAIlPqBU/s200/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194368635936099314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Tate is a total stud! He can be quite charming when he wants to be. He is a bit of a Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde. One minute he is giving me tons of kisses smiling and giggling and the next he is tearing of one of my kitchen cabinets(yes this actually happened last Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYa9uFmzAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bCuNnMrlbIk/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYa9uFmzAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bCuNnMrlbIk/s200/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194368867864333314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Tate is a total Daddy's boy. He loves his dad so much but I like to think that I come in at a close second. I'm hoping when he get older he will turn into a Mama's boy but the chances I think are pretty slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYbPuFmzBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/a9luiYR44yQ/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYbPuFmzBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/a9luiYR44yQ/s200/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194369177101978642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Tate LOVES food. He always finishes all his meals and then usually moves on to the girls unfinished ones. The only problem is half of it misses his face. Maybe thats why he eats so much. I don't understand it but he has to always rub his food all over his face and hair. This particular picture is the remanant of a chocolate chip muffin. We have about a million pictures with food all over his face like this. I hope he gets over this before he starts dating otherwise all his first dates will probably be his last no matter how cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYbc-FmzCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-FkKkqROjOs/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYbc-FmzCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-FkKkqROjOs/s200/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194369404735245346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Tate has the longest eyelashes ever. He got them from his dad which you don't notice his as much since they're not dark. I love them though but I can't help but wonder why my girls who would appreciate them more didn't get them. I guess I should be thankful since my girls would probably just ruin them with mascara eventually. I just hope Tate doesn't pull them out like Ben does. He hates them they drive crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYbveFmzDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xRO0j24d6Uk/s1600-h/DSC_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYbveFmzDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xRO0j24d6Uk/s200/DSC_0573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194369722562825266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5.Tate loves giving kisses. Unfortunately his mouth is always open when he gives them which tend to make them a little wet. He gives them to everyone and alot of times they can be unwanted. Okay most of the unwanted kisses go to Tia as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my little bit on Tate so now I want to hear more about Jaxon Hadlow, Mia Nilsson, and Maggie Hyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5795930222256943465?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5795930222256943465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5795930222256943465' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5795930222256943465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5795930222256943465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/tate-tag.html' title='Tate Tag'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SBYawOFmy_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IjvRAIlPqBU/s72-c/DSC_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4156515556380625256</id><published>2008-04-23T15:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:21:28.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age Old Question</title><content type='html'>I know we all wonder if we are low or high maintence and now here is the quiz to tell you and don't lie to get the answer you think you want. You all know you're going to think about it but the test will know and auotmatically give you high maintence because computers know everything. Consider yourself warned. Here is my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you low, medium, or high maintenance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're low maintenance. This can be a good thing, but it can sometimes be a very thin line between low maintenance and TOO low maintenance. So be careful and maybe spend a little more time in the mirror, and a little more money on clothes to make sure that you don't fall into the TOO low maintenance category.  &lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/disneychannelchick/quizzes/Are+you+low%2C+medium%2C+or+high+maintenance%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/disneychannelchick/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=4479038"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4156515556380625256?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4156515556380625256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4156515556380625256' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4156515556380625256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4156515556380625256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/age-old-question.html' title='The Age Old Question'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7275714176538305622</id><published>2008-04-20T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:05:34.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Excited</title><content type='html'>I found this video yesterday on MTV and it got me so excited for the movie. I don't think December can come fast enough. Thank goodness that I also have Breaking Dawn to look forward to also. I love Rob's American accent. I had to do a double take on it because it sounded so different from his English accent. I don't know if everyone is as big of Twilight fan as me but if you are sit back and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/" width="423"  height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3Fid%3D1585900%26vid%3D226476&amp;allowFullScreen=true" allowFullScreen="true" base="." allowScriptAccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#212121;  margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="margin:0; padding:0; list-style:none line-height:  1.2em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px;  text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/"  onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px;  display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none;  background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/index.jhtml"  onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px;  display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none;  background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"  onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px  10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;"  href="http://www.mtv.com/news/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Entertainment  News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/4299589278264592336-7275714176538305622?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7275714176538305622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7275714176538305622' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7275714176538305622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7275714176538305622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m So Excited'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-2398865282253258160</id><published>2008-04-18T21:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:52.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Do The Craziest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAlnaKOoPlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7EjTo8FQIsU/s1600-h/rhan445l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAlnaKOoPlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7EjTo8FQIsU/s320/rhan445l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190793744641179218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we were all playing outside having fun and then Tate and Tia ran inside so I told Kennedy it was time to go inside too but when I tried to open the door it was locked. Tate had dead bolted it. All the blinds were shut so I couldn't see inside so Kennedy and I ran to the front ringing the doorbell but Tate did not want to open it. He just kept staring at us through the side window. I kept telling him to open the door and he would yell NO! I called my parents informing them of the catastrophe and asked if they could come over and save me. I should give someone else besides my parents the key. When I hung up I decided to bribe him. I said Tate do you want some candy and yet again he yelled NO! Do you want a treat? NO! Do you want a drink? NO! I was starting to get pretty mad at this point and Tia comes strolling up to the window. I say Tia do you want some candy and she of course yells YA! I say open the door then. She tries her best but can't figure out the deadbolt. All of the sudden I hear the deadbolt turning and we were able to get in the house. The only thing I can figure is that Tia convinced Tate to open the door so that she could have some candy. Boy does she have a sweet tooth. So that was my panic moment of the week. I kept picturing them destroying my house while I sat outside and froze. So let this be a lesson to all of you never let your kids inside while your outside without a key. Okay so I am probably the only person who has to worry about this so I guess the appropriate warning would be if my kids are ever at your house don't let them run inside without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAlnlqOoPmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ScD5wcpswqE/s1600-h/toliets%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAlnlqOoPmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ScD5wcpswqE/s320/toliets%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190793942209674850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I never thought I would need two toilets in one bathroom till now. Kennedy and Tia are driving me nuts. They keep fighting over the toilet. Now my kids fight over alot of things but I have got to be honest a never thought a toilet would be one of them. One of them will say I have to go potty and the other says me too. Then it is a mad dash sprinting to the toilet to see who can get there first. Whoever does will sit there forever and mock the other. I keep trying to inform them that there are other toilets in the house but it doesn't matter cause the only one they want is the one that the other is sitting on. Is that just totally ridiculous or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-2398865282253258160?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/2398865282253258160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=2398865282253258160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2398865282253258160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2398865282253258160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/kids-do-craziest-things.html' title='Kids Do The Craziest Things'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAlnaKOoPlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7EjTo8FQIsU/s72-c/rhan445l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3452686963543354866</id><published>2008-04-14T22:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:53.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Favorite Era?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQvtqOoPfI/AAAAAAAAANY/5B5auzNKUlA/s1600-h/images[43].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189325132113919474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px" height="120" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQvtqOoPfI/AAAAAAAAANY/5B5auzNKUlA/s320/images%5B43%5D.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So last week Ben and I went to the movie Leatherheads which was an okay movie with a few funny parts but definitely a wait and rent. I do love George Clooney's smile though. There is just something about him that is so endurable. I need to find his secret and try to apply to myself which would still probably not help but it would be worth a try. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQwiaOoPhI/AAAAAAAAANo/Li8Gl_nuG7A/s1600-h/images[55].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189326038352018962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQwiaOoPhI/AAAAAAAAANo/Li8Gl_nuG7A/s200/images%5B55%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways back to the topic at hand, the movie was set in the 1920's and after the movie it sparked a topic between Ben and myself. I asked him if he could live in any era in the 1900's besides the one he grew up in, the 90's, what would it be? I told him that mine would be the 20's. Something about that time period just appeals to me. I like the clothing and yes there were clothes other than flapper dresses in the twenties.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQwPqOoPgI/AAAAAAAAANg/Rk22NKiWTY8/s1600-h/images[64].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189325716229471746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQwPqOoPgI/AAAAAAAAANg/Rk22NKiWTY8/s200/images%5B64%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other thing I love is all the hats. There we so many styles and every women wore them. I love it. You hardly ever see women in hats now. The automobile industry was just getting started up and I love those old fashion cars.I even like the music and dancing from back then. There seemed to be alot of partying and sporting events back then looked alot more appealing. Not to mention the prohibition. I could of totally been a bootlegger don't you think? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQwyaOoPiI/AAAAAAAAANw/G354zwFb5hY/s1600-h/images[70].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189326313229925922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQwyaOoPiI/AAAAAAAAANw/G354zwFb5hY/s200/images%5B70%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first World War was over and the Great Depression hadn't hit yet so the economy was doing pretty good. I think it would be an interesting time. Sure I might of been shot up by Al Capone but that's part of the excitement of the time. I like things stirred up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQxZqOoPjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JYwgfj_IEyg/s1600-h/images%5B93%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQxZqOoPjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JYwgfj_IEyg/s200/images%5B93%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189326987539791410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well after I explained all this to him, he thought I was crazy so I asked him when he would and his answer kind of shocked me. He said he would want to live in the 50's. I asked why and he said because it was such a happy time. He liked the idea of soda shops, juke boxes, and doing the jive. It is the Leave To Beaver life style that appealed to him. He liked the thought of the carefree lifestyle. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQxjaOoPkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LanK3zQlgV8/s1600-h/images%5B32%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQxjaOoPkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LanK3zQlgV8/s200/images%5B32%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189327155043515970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess dressing up like the guys in Grease must interest him. The crazy thing is I have asked several guys the same question and they all said the 50's. The first reason they all say is because it was a happy time. Was it really that happy of a time or was it all a show is the question. It was the era of the perfect housewife although Ben denies that that is one of the reasons it appeals to him. *cough, cough* BS. It still shocks me that the 50's is intriguing to so many guy. Am I crazy? I think it seems too perfect to be real. Ben and I both agree though that growing up in the 90's was the best and if we could pick another time we wouldn't. So guys, what era appeals to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3452686963543354866?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3452686963543354866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3452686963543354866' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3452686963543354866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3452686963543354866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-your-favorite-era.html' title='What&apos;s Your Favorite Era?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/SAQvtqOoPfI/AAAAAAAAANY/5B5auzNKUlA/s72-c/images%5B43%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-973085849378279844</id><published>2008-04-10T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:53.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_6AHm8yOpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ilE1ApiT7Lw/s1600-h/images%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_6AHm8yOpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ilE1ApiT7Lw/s320/images%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187724688980327058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got tagged twice for this so I figured that I better get my butt in gear. The closest book to me was Two for the Dough by Janet Evanovich. The 5th sentence on page 123 of this book is: "It's hard for a person to aim a gun when he's laughing." And I couldn't agree more. It is extremely difficult to do. These are definitely some wise words to live by. I don't want everyone to go out now and try to aim a gun at a person to see if it's true. Just take my word for it. I had to put that disclaimer in there for legal purposes. My lawyer thought it was necessary. Now I am going to tag Jamie,Daina,Erin,Jenny,and Diana. Now get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-973085849378279844?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/973085849378279844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=973085849378279844' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/973085849378279844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/973085849378279844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-tag.html' title='Book Tag'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_6AHm8yOpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ilE1ApiT7Lw/s72-c/images%5B11%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-2294863601544072731</id><published>2008-04-08T23:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:56.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason To Celebrate, A Reason To Cry, And A Reason To Laugh/Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_xZFVXaF3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/vBZ0F-yvQl0/s1600-h/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187118818993510258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_xZFVXaF3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/vBZ0F-yvQl0/s320/DSC_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We past a huge milestone this week. We have one less child to potty train. HOORAY! She has been ready for awhile but I was dreading trying to potty train because Kennedy was really hard. I think she has a small bladder which made it hard to control. Tia is the exact opposite. The first day I wasn't sure how it was going to go because she had one accident but the rest of the time she just held it until I put her in a diaper for her nap and then when she woke up she held it until she went to bed. Now that's some control. The next day she had one accident and then I got her to go on the toilet and ever since then she hasn't had an accident. Pretty easy peasy. I am so grateful. I am not sure about number 2 though because she keeps holding that until she gets in her diaper. I'm hoping she'll get the hang of it like she did with peeing and yes she is holding a yatzee game. That's exactly why I took this picture. I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_xc5VXaF4I/AAAAAAAAANA/RcwpUYoP3cI/s1600-h/DSC_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_xc5VXaF4I/AAAAAAAAANA/RcwpUYoP3cI/s320/DSC_0446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187123010881591170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is my sad story of the week. Ben decided to cut Tates hair which I was fine with but I had no idea how short. He buzzed him using the shortest attachment. I was so devastated at first. He looked completely bald and I know it will grow fast but that whole day every time I looked at him it made me sad. I tried to get a good picture but he wasn't in the mood obviously. The moral of the story girls is get more clarification from your husband when dealing with all things hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_xe8lXaF5I/AAAAAAAAANI/-79KWfJPaZw/s1600-h/DSC_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_xe8lXaF5I/AAAAAAAAANI/-79KWfJPaZw/s320/DSC_0444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187125265739421586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to post this picture although at the time I was pretty pissed off but I knew that later I would be able to appreciate the moment. This occurred during lunch. I made them all lunch and topped it off with some chocolate milk. I then proceeded into the den when I began to hear these very loud spitting noises. By the time I got back to the kitchen the damage had been done. They were both cover from head to toe in chocolate milk as was the table, chair, and floor. They look pretty happy for being covered in chocolate milk. I don't think I would have shared the same sentiment if I had been the recipient of the so called spitting war. Well Cheers everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-2294863601544072731?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/2294863601544072731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=2294863601544072731' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2294863601544072731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2294863601544072731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/reason-to-celebrate-reason-to-cry-and.html' title='A Reason To Celebrate, A Reason To Cry, And A Reason To Laugh/Kill'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_xZFVXaF3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/vBZ0F-yvQl0/s72-c/DSC_0451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4149213334805344512</id><published>2008-04-03T13:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:57.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben I Swear I Tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_UytlXaFzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wgGiyhHmpD8/s1600-h/DSC_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185106304692786994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_UytlXaFzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wgGiyhHmpD8/s320/DSC_0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Ben told me yesterday that I needed to post some good things about our children not just the negative. There are definitely positive things about my children and I love them completely. It's just the negative is so much more entertaining and more fun to write about. Am I right or am I right? You guys tell me should I stop writing about my mishaps with my kids? Anyways this morning I woke up having every intention to right a positive uplifting blog about my kids which lastest approximately 2 minutes. However long it took for me to put on some clothes and walk into Kennedy's room to be exact. I opened her door and found her room empty but heard two giggling girls in the closet which should not happen since I specifically put a lock on their closet so they can not get into it. But apparently someone, not to name any names, Ben, forgot to lock it last night. Which brings us back to me standing outside their closet door praying that they are just in their playing Pattie cake. Well we all know that not all prayers are answered and this happens to be one. I could not even open the door because so many clothes were jammed behind it. Now this has happened before hence the lock but never to this magnitude. I was able to crack the door wide enough to pull both of them out of the closet. I sent them immediately to a timeout and since I had to rush Kennedy to preschool I reached in and randomly picked out an outfit out of the pile to put her in. I told them that they were grounded which means none of the 3C's(cartoons,coloring,computer)for the day. I also made them sit on the bed the entire time that I cleaned it up which was around an hour if not more. When I asked Kennedy why they did it she simply replied,"My doll was naked and I had to get her some clothes." which you could tell from the look on her face that she felt that was a perfectly logical excuse for the mess. Well everyone says that a picture is worth a thousand word so here is the before and after. Everything in the plastic drawers was also pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_U6CFXaF1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9acbG59kkiE/s1600-h/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185114353461499730" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="288" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_U6CFXaF1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9acbG59kkiE/s320/DSC_0440.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_U6T1XaF2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RimJB0bXZdQ/s1600-h/DSC_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185114658404177762" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="304" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_U6T1XaF2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RimJB0bXZdQ/s320/DSC_0442.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say tomorrow I will try again. I am thinking of going downstairs and posting my blog before they wake up. I think it will be easier that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4149213334805344512?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4149213334805344512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4149213334805344512' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4149213334805344512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4149213334805344512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/ben-i-swear-i-tried.html' title='Ben I Swear I Tried'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_UytlXaFzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wgGiyhHmpD8/s72-c/DSC_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6444000880456568425</id><published>2008-04-02T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:57.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gig Is Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_OeG1XaFyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MSDESogOSFc/s1600-h/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_OeG1XaFyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MSDESogOSFc/s200/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184661436275234594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously no one believed my practical joke yesterday so in honor of it I decided to post a picture of me pregnant with the twins. This was on Halloween 3 days before they were born. Pretty terrifying huh. I had them 5 weeks early and Tia was 7'1'' and Tate was 6'11''. Can you imagine if I went full term. I hoped to get you at least for a second with my joke but I think you all know that I would probably be in a mental institution if I was pregnant with twins again. I did play a joke on Ben that he totally fell for but I felt bad afterwards because he was so sweet. Ben is really busy at work this week so I e-mailed him saying a few random things and then told him that one of our shutters fell off and broke(these shutters are 250 dollars a piece mind you). I then told him that it was just a horrible start to a horrible day. He e-mailed back saying to put it in the garage and he would deal with it later then proceeded to tell me to remember that Heavenly Father loves me and he does too and to try and cheer up. My first thought was Oh Crap! So I e-mailed him back telling him the truth and asked if he still loved me. He said well I don't think Heavenly Father condones lying but I still love you anyways. But don't you worry, Ben got me back later. I'm not going to tell you much about that one except for that is was far better than my prank and for my eyes only. Like I told Stacy yesterday if you don't like pranks, you would not survive in this family. We live for that kind of stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6444000880456568425?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6444000880456568425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6444000880456568425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6444000880456568425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6444000880456568425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/gig-is-up.html' title='The Gig Is Up'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_OeG1XaFyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MSDESogOSFc/s72-c/DSC01291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8401828173371017549</id><published>2008-04-01T10:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:57.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This House Is Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_JkDFXaFvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5eW7SvW0u0Q/s1600-h/images%5B56%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_JkDFXaFvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5eW7SvW0u0Q/s200/images%5B56%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184316125199603442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past week I totally felt like I needed an exorcist to get the sickness out of my house. Wednesday Tate woke up not himself and wouldn't eat. I gave him some red juice that in about ten minutes ended up all over my couch. He continued throwing up all day and into the night. The next day he was no longer throwing up but it did start coming out the other end. It was the likes of which I had never seen before and he still did not want to eat. My dad came over for lunch to say hi to the kids and asked Tate if he was sick which he replied, "no" and then Kennedy piped up, "I'm not sick Papa" and then my dad turned to Tia and said "how about you Tia?" He could not of had better timing because right at that moment she ralphed all over the floor and my appetite went with it. She was sick that day but she seemed pretty good the next day except for diarrhea Hooray for me. She was laying on the ground on her stomach in her diaper when I heard it and I knew I was in trouble. I could smell it almost instantly and ran over to her. She stood up and it had exploded all out the front of her diaper. I had never seen anything like it. In one clean swoop she had filled and exploded out of her diaper. It was all over her and the floor. Oh how I love being a mom. It is moments like this that make me realize how unappreciated moms are. Tia was back to her old self in a couple of days but Tate was having the hardest time recovering. I have to admit that I was enjoying it though. He just sat on the couch and watched tv and wanted to cuddle all day. It was really quite nice and I did relish in it while I could. The house seemed so much calmer. I knew Monday that he was feeling better because the fighting began again and the house was being trashed. It made me realize how big of an instigator he is. I do love him regardless and he definitely has his sweet moments and I am glad he is feeling better for his sake. I will miss the really long naps though. Here is a couple of pics that we couldn't help but take. He looks so sweet and obviously not feeling well since he won't touch his food. If any of you know Tate you know he loves his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_Jy1FXaFwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i1Et6e5_P2E/s1600-h/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_Jy1FXaFwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i1Et6e5_P2E/s200/DSC_0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184332377355851522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_JzGFXaFxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4A-33pxsaew/s1600-h/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_JzGFXaFxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4A-33pxsaew/s200/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184332669413627666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-8401828173371017549?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8401828173371017549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8401828173371017549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8401828173371017549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8401828173371017549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-house-is-clear.html' title='This House Is Clear'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R_JkDFXaFvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5eW7SvW0u0Q/s72-c/images%5B56%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8512201080683415557</id><published>2008-03-26T23:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:58.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treehouse Museum Fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s3P1XaFoI/AAAAAAAAALA/bs3mFwIVt-k/s1600-h/DSC_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s3P1XaFoI/AAAAAAAAALA/bs3mFwIVt-k/s200/DSC_0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182296541382710914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO Kennedy had a field trip on Tuesday to the Treehouse Museum. What a fun little place for kids but if you think it is a place where you can just sit and watch your kids play you could not be more wrong. It is huge and I was exhausted after following Kennedy all over the place for and hour and a half. I kept hitting my head on all sorts of things especially that tree. Apparently they didn't have adults in mind while building it. She had a lot of fun though and as you can see from the picture she always had to be front and center and first to volunteer. I even caught her trying to volunteer with another class. I was the crazy mom with the camera taking a million pictures. Every group has one and I just happen to be it. Here are a few more pictures of the field trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s5kVXaFpI/AAAAAAAAALI/J2MnRlqo7hI/s1600-h/DSC_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s5kVXaFpI/AAAAAAAAALI/J2MnRlqo7hI/s200/DSC_0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299092593284754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy volunteered to be the littlest billy goat gruff. Look how brave she is going across that bridge knowing a nasty troll is waiting for her under it. Good thing she is so clever of she would have been dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s6S1XaFqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/14kHdExNp0w/s1600-h/DSC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s6S1XaFqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/14kHdExNp0w/s200/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299891457201826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy and her friend Hudson with the American flag. She has become obsessed with the flag recently so she wanted a picture with it. Every time we are in the car and she sees one she yells,"American flag mommy. Did you know we live in America?" which I reply,"Yes honey I know we live in America" each and every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s7r1XaFrI/AAAAAAAAALY/O52VBwa09KA/s1600-h/DSC_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s7r1XaFrI/AAAAAAAAALY/O52VBwa09KA/s200/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182301420465559218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had these tiny kimonos for the kids to wear and I couldn't resist putting Kennedy in one and taking a quick snapshot. Can you believe she automatically posed like that? Alright, Alright, so maybe a coached her a bit. I have to admit though I don't think she could pass herself of as Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s8nFXaFsI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z7CBPwrTNyA/s1600-h/DSC_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s8nFXaFsI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z7CBPwrTNyA/s200/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182302438372808386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had all this fake Japanese food to play with that Kennedy loved picking up with the chopsticks which probably wouldn't have been possible if they weren't stuck together at the top. Everyone take a good look though cause that's the closest you'll ever get to seeing any of my kids eating any kind of fish. Did I mention Ben and I HATE seafood. I wish I didn't cause it always looks like so much fun to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s9wFXaFtI/AAAAAAAAALo/TYbM1hV9Ivk/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s9wFXaFtI/AAAAAAAAALo/TYbM1hV9Ivk/s200/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182303692503258834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy of course spent the most time in the school house. What little kid doesn't love playing school? It isn't until you're actually in school that you discover playing school and going to school are two very different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s-71XaFuI/AAAAAAAAALw/tHdSK9GjP3k/s1600-h/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s-71XaFuI/AAAAAAAAALw/tHdSK9GjP3k/s200/DSC_0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182304993878349538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a very cool music area. Kennedy has this awful habit of banging on my chest and calling it a drum so it is good to show her what actual drums look like. If she has ever done this to you, my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man you guys am I on a roll or what. You would think that we were having another blogger marathon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-8512201080683415557?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8512201080683415557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8512201080683415557' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8512201080683415557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8512201080683415557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/treehouse-museum-fieldtrip.html' title='Treehouse Museum Fieldtrip'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-s3P1XaFoI/AAAAAAAAALA/bs3mFwIVt-k/s72-c/DSC_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8776942063917381967</id><published>2008-03-25T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:59.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 1/2 Hour Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nFOFXaFnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-N9kN5JmucQ/s1600-h/DSC_0586_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nFOFXaFnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-N9kN5JmucQ/s320/DSC_0586_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181889692015662706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have decided that I like Kennedy's hair short. She doesn't have really thick hair so it looks better short plus she doesn't scream her head off when I comb it. Well not as much anyways. The last time I had it cut by my friend Melissa but it didn't go especially well. She wouldn't hold still, she was bored, and definitely did not want to stay sitting in that chair. So what is a girl with these dilemmas to do you ask? I decided to try the task myself. I mean why not I've tackled a room with poop all over the walls, bedding, clothes,and the child. A simple haircut should be a piece of cake or so I thought. I put the twins down for a nap, got a cartoon on the TV, and some tasty snacks for Kennedy to munch on which I know is extremely disgusting because she was probably eating some of her own hair since hair gets everywhere when you cut it. But I was positive that this task would not be accomplished without the snacks. I've heard that gum, hair, and fingernails not digesting is just a myth anyways right. Well the cartoon on the TV was not working since she couldn't watch it while putting her head down so I finally came up with the idea to have her watch Toy Story on Ben's PSP which did work for awhile. But of course she kept whining that it hurt and she didn't want to sit anymore. Since I'm not exactly a professional, it was probably taking a little longer than it should have but I couldn't have her walking around looking like Edward Scissorhands either. So half way through the haircut I let her go to the bathroom, play, go outside for a bit. So if you happened to be in my backyard lurking about which you better not have and saw her with one side of her hair cut, that is why. I eventually got to cutting the other half of the hair which became the longest 2 1/2 hours of my LIFE but I think it turned out okay. I might be a little biased though since she is my child and I am the artist of the so called creation a top her head. So when you see us and you think it looks like crap, I would say that it would probably be in your best interest to look at me smile and lie through your teeth. On a side note I have decided that I will never have the desire to have a future career as a hairdresser or a school bus driver for that matter. I always thought that seemed like an unpleasant career choice and mine always seemed extremely unhappy except for the one we thought was having a secret affair with our Jr. High principal. Regardless I have seen my kids bouncing up and down enough for a life time let alone somebody elses. If you have any other job selections you would like to put on the never try list let me know. Until the Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-8776942063917381967?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8776942063917381967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8776942063917381967' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8776942063917381967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8776942063917381967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-12-hour-haircut.html' title='The 2 1/2 Hour Haircut'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nFOFXaFnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-N9kN5JmucQ/s72-c/DSC_0586_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4873779370983173002</id><published>2008-03-24T20:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:55:59.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hg2VXaFhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OibJkO59LFc/s1600-h/100_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181497857854281234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hg2VXaFhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OibJkO59LFc/s200/100_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started Easter a week early at my moms house with our first Easter egg hunt. Then Saturday we had our second neighborhood egg hunt. Ben smashed all our kids in our bike trailer to take them a total of 10 feet away and as you can see Tia was ecstatic about it. It was freezing but the kids enjoyed themselves regardless and were able to get quite alot of eggs since there were about a million eggs out. I can't imagine why the people hiding the eggs just threw them on the ground. I would have gracefully placed each and every one in a brilliant hiding spot even though there is basically just grass there but I noticed several mole holes lurking about. So maybe a kid gets their hand bit off, who cares. I would consider the fellow lucky to have such an awesome Easter story to tell. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hol1XaFiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZRIWCGGTd6M/s1600-h/100_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181506370479461922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hol1XaFiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZRIWCGGTd6M/s200/100_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy had her entire basket full as you can see and I am surprised Tia had any eggs at all. As soon as we started Tia found a whole bag of candy on the ground. I am not sure if that was purposefully done but as soon as Tia saw it her eyes got huge and she picked it up and put it in her basket then looked at me and said, "I'm done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hpA1XaFjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wq6y-9CLsHM/s1600-h/100_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181506834335929906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hpA1XaFjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wq6y-9CLsHM/s200/100_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to push her too keep picking up eggs. Tate of course spent most of his time trying to find a way to escape the common area. He finally started picking up eggs after awhile. Its a good thing they do the big and little kids separate or he would have definitely ended up empty handed. I think his favorite part was the cookies though. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hpr1XaFkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6g71h_aGhEQ/s1600-h/100_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hpr1XaFkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6g71h_aGhEQ/s200/100_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181507573070304834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately he kept picking up cookies, licking off the frosting and putting them back in the package. So if your kid picked up a cookie like that, I apologize. It was fun and easy though so I am grateful for those who organized it. The last hunt was Sunday night at Ben's grandpas after dinner. Thank you Peggy for doing that one. The Easter bunny also visited magically during church Sunday morning and brought a few toys. On the way home we told Kennedy we thought the Easter bunny might have brought something by and her reply was AGAIN! I am starting to agree with her. I think this Easter bunny is busier than Santa Claus. He did three egg hunts for us alone and stopped by to drop off the toys. Are we starting to do too much for our kids nowadays. I only remember having one egg hunt if we had one at all. Sometimes the Easter bunny at my house decided not to hide eggs and just put them all in the basket. I wonder if we overdue things sometimes and lose the true meaning of holidays. Although when you have little kids the true meaning of Easter can get a little sticky. Ben tried to explain to Kennedy that we celebrate Easter because Jesus died for us and then came back to life and visited people and she was like, HUH! So Ben just stopped before he really freaked her out. Christmas is a little easier. It's Jesus's birthday. All kids can grasp that. Anyways sorry about my incredibly long rant. If you have made it this far I congratulate you and if you post a comment put a smiley face at the end. Just curious about how many people start reading and then decide its too long and just post a comment about something they read already. Excited to see. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4873779370983173002?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4873779370983173002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4873779370983173002' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4873779370983173002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4873779370983173002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-extravaganza.html' title='Easter Extravaganza'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-hg2VXaFhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OibJkO59LFc/s72-c/100_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5782992347382387538</id><published>2008-03-21T00:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:00.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsley Sage Woolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NcoFXaFcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UYRvsHC9oG4/s1600-h/DSC_0557_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180085840111080898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NcoFXaFcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UYRvsHC9oG4/s200/DSC_0557_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsley came into this world on March 17th 2008 weighing 7'14" and 19 1/2 inches long. Kennedy and I went over to see her tonight. Kennedy didn't get to see her in the hospital and she was so disappointed but we made up for that tonight. She held her for quite awhile and kept playing with her hands and hair when other people were holding her. It was alot of fun to see her like that. When we brought the twins home she was still pretty young so she didn't have to much interest. To her all the twins meant was it took 10 times as long to get her juice. Kinsley is adorable as you can see and I haven't seen so many facial expressions from a baby since Tia. Ben watched the twins so we could go over there so THANKS BEN! Also Ben has now officially launched his blogspot if you want to hear him smack talk me go take a look. Pretty sad that his first blog is tearing me up and I love how he tries to butter me up before the fall. Very clever Ben but I'm not fallin for it. This is war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NfY1XaFdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aOk-Jzl8iRo/s1600-h/DSC_0550_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180088876652959186" style="CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NfY1XaFdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aOk-Jzl8iRo/s200/DSC_0550_edited-1.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NfpFXaFeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I0iut4YyCWc/s1600-h/DSC_0549_edited-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180089155825833442" style="CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NfpFXaFeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I0iut4YyCWc/s200/DSC_0549_edited-1+copy.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-Nf3VXaFfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G5bAiVfdRbA/s1600-h/DSC_0565_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180089400638969330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-Nf3VXaFfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/G5bAiVfdRbA/s200/DSC_0565_edited-1.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NgGlXaFgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QVvtjnBVCqw/s1600-h/DSC_0542_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180089662631974402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NgGlXaFgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QVvtjnBVCqw/s200/DSC_0542_edited-1.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5782992347382387538?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5782992347382387538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5782992347382387538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5782992347382387538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5782992347382387538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/kinsley-sage-woolf.html' title='Kinsley Sage Woolf'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-NcoFXaFcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UYRvsHC9oG4/s72-c/DSC_0557_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-2495405474033006156</id><published>2008-03-19T17:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:00.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looky What I Found On Youtube!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-Gmm1XaFbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/feN64r5IMe8/s1600-h/twilightcover%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-Gmm1XaFbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/feN64r5IMe8/s200/twilightcover%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179604232543278514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is anyone else excited about the Twilight movie. Well apparently someone is because they snuck on set with a camera and got them doing the car crash scene. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=TTAGubaccz8"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=TTAGubaccz8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some other girl got some pics on the set too. Take a look: &lt;a href="http://www.panoramio.com/user/345439"&gt;http://www.panoramio.com/user/345439&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-2495405474033006156?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/2495405474033006156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=2495405474033006156' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2495405474033006156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2495405474033006156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/looky-what-i-found-on-youtube.html' title='Looky What I Found On Youtube!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-Gmm1XaFbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/feN64r5IMe8/s72-c/twilightcover%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8575034631154672947</id><published>2008-03-18T12:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:01.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-AFiadQHVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4Ez3R0-lJ-c/s1600-h/DSC_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-AFiadQHVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4Ez3R0-lJ-c/s200/DSC_0538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179145660251774290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday my mom made a St. Patrick's Day dinner with all the food being green except for the pot roast thank goodness. I don't think I could eat green meat. The kids loved it and she had everything decorated. I don't know how she gets the energy to do all this stuff. She also had an early Easter egg hunt so hopefully the kids don't get the two holidays confused. It was alot of fun. Yesterday Kennedy was so excited for St. Patricks Day. She picked out everyones outfits and was running all over the place. She kept asking me when everyone was coming over for the party. I tried to explain to her that it wasn't that type of holiday and no one was coming over. She was wondering why all our food wasn't green either. I guess my mom's party gave her a huge expectation for this holiday that I wasn't prepared for. It turned out to be a great day though because we welcomed a new member to the Woolf family. At 2:07 yesterday Kennedy got a new cousin named Kinsley Sage Woolf. She was 7'14" and 19 1/2 inches and is absolutely darling. I'll have to post some picks when I get some. Congrats you guys. At least I'll always remember her birthday. Of all the holidays to have your birthday on St. Patricks Day isn't too bad except all your birthday outfits will have to be green. Hope everyone had a good holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-8575034631154672947?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8575034631154672947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8575034631154672947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8575034631154672947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8575034631154672947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-pattys-day.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-AFiadQHVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4Ez3R0-lJ-c/s72-c/DSC_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3038152020984726906</id><published>2008-03-18T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:30:44.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many You's Are Out There?</title><content type='html'>There are 426,634 people named Nicole in the U.S.  It ranks 131st as most popular. There are 1215 people with the last name Romney and 23,273 most popular last name. There are 2 people in the U.S. with the name Nicole Romney so there is only one other person running around being me. Wondering about yourself. Click on the link below and let me know where you rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name&lt;br /&gt; in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;how/'&gt;http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3038152020984726906?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3038152020984726906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3038152020984726906' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3038152020984726906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3038152020984726906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-many-yous-are-out-there.html' title='How Many You&apos;s Are Out There?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7753917538660045261</id><published>2008-03-12T16:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:01.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R9hVnKdQHUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/37wiU3z5Low/s1600-h/images[8].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176981902972689730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R9hVnKdQHUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/37wiU3z5Low/s200/images%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so our weekend getaway wasn't quite as nice as the picture but was still pretty dang good. Ben and I went down to St. George with his brother Kyle and his girlfriend Sherilynn. It was so nice to not have to think about anyone but myself. We spent the weekend reading, relaxing, and taking naps. We saw 10000 B.C. and Jumper and they were both alright. We did a little shopping and eating out which is so much better without kids. What a difference. The first night we all fell asleep at nine. How sad is that but it felt good. We also went to Fiesta Fun to hit some baseballs. Well they hit baseballs while I read. I'm kind of a nerd. I was a great weekend and I need to give a special thanks out to my parents who watched our kids so we could go. They were hanging on by a thin thread by the time we got home but they made it and we appreciate it so much. I also need to thank Cindy and Jay for letting us stay at their amazing house. Can't wait to come down again maybe next time it will be hot enough to get in the pool not that it stopped Ben from still playing in it. He figured if he couldn't swim in it he was going to buy a remote control boat to play with. Sometimes I do not understand how men find somethings so fun. Remote control vehicles is on that list. After five minutes I am done. Anyways can't wait until our next weekend getaway anyone else up for babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note if you want to hear an interesting story. Our cousin has a friend that works at the ER down there and told him a gruesome story about the Fiesta Fun place we went to. Apparently a women was riding the go carts when her hair got stuck in the wheels and it scalped her from her eyes back. How awful is that. His friend said it was so gross to see. I can't even imagine what everyone was thinking at the park but it didn't kill her. Ben called me today and told me the story is on KSL.com today so if you want to see how she looks now go take a look. She looks pretty good. It is amazing what medical technology can do. Here is the link if you want to take a look: &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=2835487"&gt;http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=2835487&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-7753917538660045261?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7753917538660045261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7753917538660045261' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7753917538660045261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7753917538660045261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R9hVnKdQHUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/37wiU3z5Low/s72-c/images%5B8%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3054302249490329813</id><published>2008-03-05T19:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:01.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between Men &amp; Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R89eSJ2NiAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hVKpXpp_VOI/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R89eSJ2NiAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hVKpXpp_VOI/s200/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174458162845943810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend e-mailed this to me and I thought it was really funny so I thought I would share it with all of you. &lt;br /&gt;NICKNAMES: If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah. If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;EATING OUT: When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, eventhough it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back. When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.  &lt;br /&gt;MONEY: A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's onsale.  &lt;br /&gt;BATHROOMS: A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shavingcream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from M&amp;S. The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.  &lt;br /&gt;ARGUMENTS: A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.  &lt;br /&gt;CATS: Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking men kick cats.  &lt;br /&gt;FUTURE: A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.  &lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS: A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.  &lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE: A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.  &lt;br /&gt;DRESSING UP: A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the bins, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.  &lt;br /&gt;NATURAL: Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed. Women somehow deteriorate during the night.  &lt;br /&gt;OFFSPRING: Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends,favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3054302249490329813?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3054302249490329813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3054302249490329813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3054302249490329813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3054302249490329813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/difference-between-men-women.html' title='The Difference Between Men &amp; Women'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R89eSJ2NiAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hVKpXpp_VOI/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4475663974034506783</id><published>2008-03-03T21:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84gdJ2Nh8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3pNzQUmT_IE/s1600-h/DSC_04462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174108707126872002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84gdJ2Nh8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3pNzQUmT_IE/s200/DSC_04462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see tonight I took some pictures of Miss Rylee Reed. Liz doesn't have a blog so I decided to post them on mine. I couldn't help myself. Look at how cute she is and that hair is unbelievable. These are the only two that I have edited so far but there are a bunch of cute ones and she only peed twice during the shoot. Ben and Jeramy played Xbox while the kids destroyed the upstairs. It was quite an eventful night and well worth the results. Ben was trying to consider it my night off though and we all know that's not going to fly. Sorry I that I've been slacking lately but we had a crazy weekend. Tia sprayed herself in the eye with Spray'N Wash and we had to take her to the emergency room. She didn't open her eyes the entire next day. It gave us a feel of what it would be like to have a blind child.Today her eyes are back to 100% and she is back to her old self. Thank Goodness! As some of you may know me and Michelle started a little blog for the boys if you haven't seen it yet the address is swmanblog.blogspot.com.If you want your husband to join post a pic and tell a little about him. The password in cleancut but try to keep the integrity of the original page. Here are a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84g0Z2Nh9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/s_DHWpjF8-I/s1600-h/DSC_04762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174109106558830546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84g0Z2Nh9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/s_DHWpjF8-I/s200/DSC_04762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84hYp2Nh-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/btwmHTq5WOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174109729329088482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84hYp2Nh-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/btwmHTq5WOQ/s200/DSC_0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84hr52Nh_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/z0d-fMJLZ9E/s1600-h/DSC_05212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174110060041570290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84hr52Nh_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/z0d-fMJLZ9E/s200/DSC_05212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4475663974034506783?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4475663974034506783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4475663974034506783' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4475663974034506783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4475663974034506783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R84gdJ2Nh8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3pNzQUmT_IE/s72-c/DSC_04462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-137757640335694325</id><published>2008-02-26T12:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R8RzDOxxDZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ls902Gh51jo/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R8RzDOxxDZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ls902Gh51jo/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171384771471805842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Jamie just tagged me and it gave me the motivation to get started again. Hopefully it will do the same for some of you. If you read this then your tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin David Romney - a.k.a: Ben, pumpkin, spanky, and baby bum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8th with be our seventh year of marriage but we met around Halloween and were together pretty much everyday since we met so over seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From met to marriage was a little over 8 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben. He can eat as much as he wants and still keep that baby bum. Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did. Although a week later he denied it. He use to always say I love you. I think I love you, I think. I'd say well that is super flattering. Try not to let your head explode over all that thinking. The words I think still haunt me to this day. In his defense, I was the only girl he ever said he loved and he was terrified of marriage but I snagged him regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is. I'm 5'4" and he's about 6'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally depends on the subject matter although Ben would probably say he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about even although if it were up to me I would burn all our clothes and just go naked. There is nothing I mean nothing I hate doing more that laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do most of the time. Ben does every once and a while but I end up taking them out of the dish washer and doing them again so I pretty much do all the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do because I'm always on the right side of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. Ben doesn't like seeing all our money disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben. I have never mowed a lawn in my life and I'd like to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wonderful chef named Betty Crocker. Everything she makes is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does. The only way he can get me to drive is if I am picking him up from the hospital and he physically can't. He doesn't like when I drive anyways. I am a pretty aggressive driver although I have never been in an accident and Ben can't say the same but as you all know Ben is a crap magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Ben hates confrontation so he lets things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did. It wasn't till kiss three that I reciprocated. In my defense, he kept kissing me in mid sentence and you all know how I love to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did I suppose. The first time I ever did that and if it wasn't for my mom lost in Target I would have never been bored and called him. Now that I think about it he did ask me out before that but I already had a date that night so I had to say no. That's why I called him. I thought he might need some encouragement after being turned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did. Once while we were wrestling in his basement and again once he had the ring in front of the Bountiful temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He definitely does. 8 kids and his mom said she would have had 2 more if she could. Crazy huh. There are only three kids in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hand down. Ben is a total push over and our kids know it. Take a guess who our kids will probably run to when they want a sleepover. Although I do have to say that Ben does look quite magnificent in a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his idea of a perfect date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for some Mexican food followed by Nickelcade. He is really hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His boat. Sometimes when I can't find him anywhere I take a look in the garage and he'll just be sittin in the boat. I guess the boat must be lonely and need his company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-137757640335694325?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/137757640335694325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=137757640335694325' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/137757640335694325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/137757640335694325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R8RzDOxxDZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ls902Gh51jo/s72-c/IMG_1679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5728752815466502340</id><published>2008-02-20T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:03.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankgoodness For Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R70BmOxxDYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2HrB8T09Rgk/s1600-h/DSC_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R70BmOxxDYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2HrB8T09Rgk/s320/DSC_0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169289703604686210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Ben is on an overnight work trip and I was a little bummed out about being alone with the kids so my mom decided to come over. Not only did she come over but she brought dinner for the kids and I and then help do my dishes. Aren't moms so wonderful, I don't know what I would do without mine. She also brought along my dad, brother, and sister in-law. I think they mostly wanted to just see the puppy but whatever works to get people over to help. My dad is great to have along because he keeps the kids busy as you can see. They all LOVE Papa! And yes I know Tia doesn't have a shirt on but at least she has pants on, right. You all know how she loves to be naked and some days I'm just like well if it makes you happy then who am I to stop your happiness. I just hope this trend doesn't go past the age of three. So instead of spending a crazy night with my kids alone, I had a crazy night with my family around to enjoy all the splender. Thanks you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5728752815466502340?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5728752815466502340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5728752815466502340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5728752815466502340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5728752815466502340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/thankgoodness-for-grandparents.html' title='Thankgoodness For Grandparents'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R70BmOxxDYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2HrB8T09Rgk/s72-c/DSC_0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4497933344626251820</id><published>2008-02-19T22:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:03.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenges</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of what to blog today so I decided to answer several blog challenges that have been given out. This shout out is to Amy. I asked Ben some of the weird of annoying things that I do and here are his answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to cut up all my meat in to bite size pieces before I start eating any of my food. I don't know why but I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I drink out of a bottle I put my entire mouth over the bottle top which tends to make backwashing more likely. It's my backwash so I don't care but Ben hates it because he can't ever share drinks with me and maybe thats the reason I do it. Get your own drink Ben. I'm not a kid anymore I don't have to share if I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;3. I really enjoy scaring the crap out of people. Always have, always will. Most of the scaring use to go to my mom because she gave the best reactions but then Ben came along and his reactions are just as good if not better. He absolutely hates it when I scare him which only makes it better. So all of you watch out you could be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next shout out goes to Stacy. She wanted to know what everyone was doing ten years ago. Well I had just turned sixteen so I was just getting my drivers license. I was a sophmore in high school so my life pretty much consisted of school, homework, dance practice, friends, and boys. Pretty much the same thing that every other 16 year old girls life consists of. Sorry nothing really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7vHm-xxDXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-xo4KocGsuQ/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7vHm-xxDXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-xo4KocGsuQ/s200/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168944469838466418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7vHe-xxDWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CMzPt-94x90/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7vHe-xxDWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CMzPt-94x90/s200/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168944332399512930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last shout out goes to Jaclyn. I have decided that my word of the year needs to be PATIENCE. It seems like no matter how much patience I think I am gaining it is lost daily. It is one of the things that I pray for most. It seems like at least one of my kids is crying all day long. When I put them to bed it feels like freedom. Sometimes I stay up so late because I get to be alone in complete silence. Whoever thinks silence is overrated needs to spend 10 minutes in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4497933344626251820?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4497933344626251820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4497933344626251820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4497933344626251820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4497933344626251820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-challenges.html' title='Blog Challenges'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7vHm-xxDXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-xo4KocGsuQ/s72-c/DSC_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5382403394864030117</id><published>2008-02-19T00:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:04.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purse Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7qBL-xxDVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3ZxyG0TTr6o/s1600-h/DSC_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7qBL-xxDVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3ZxyG0TTr6o/s320/DSC_0583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168585565191343442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I was purse tagged awhile ago and I am finally doing it and at midnight. So here is the list. The normal stuff: wallet, cell phone, pen, pencil, and keys. I also had some gloves, books I am reading, emergency tampon, baby shower candy bar, and a planner that I got from a Relief Society thing that I haven't touched since I put it in there in December. Then there is the pile of garbage that includes receipts, old grocery lists, sucker stick, lid to something, and other random crap. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but still not pretty. On another note if any of you are Dancing with the Stars fans, they announced the next group during that Dancing Wars show. They did it as a Sports Center knockoff called Dance Center. They had that really funny sports newscaster that was on the show in season 2 I think. It was so hilarious even my dad was laughing. So if you didn't see it look it up online maybe someone might put it on youtube. It seems like everything is on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5382403394864030117?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5382403394864030117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5382403394864030117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5382403394864030117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5382403394864030117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/purse-tag.html' title='Purse Tag'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7qBL-xxDVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3ZxyG0TTr6o/s72-c/DSC_0583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-9086720738497955071</id><published>2008-02-16T16:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:04.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Member Of The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7dssOxxDSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gGNtBUZqmEo/s1600-h/DSC_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7dssOxxDSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gGNtBUZqmEo/s320/DSC_0568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167718604567809314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my sanity for a moment yesterday and I let Ben buy a dog. I love animals to death but I told myself no dogs till our kids get older but those dang puppy dog eyes hypnotized me into bringing him home. We decided to name him Rizzo if the name sounds familiar it might be because of the Muppets. We have named all our pets after muppets and Rizzo really seems to fit him. Ben promised that whenever he was home the dog would be his responsibility. We'll see how long that lasts. He is a jack russel terrier and his heritage links back to Wishbone. When we got his papers, I realized that the dad is one of Suzie Radtke's dogs. Small world huh and no we are not trying to steal the Reeds thunder. If any of you have seen a picture of Rylee, you would know that it isn't possible. Kennedy is so excited about the dog. When we brought him home she asked can we keep him forever. As for the twins in all honesty, they are more interested in shutting themselves in Rizzo's kennel than playing with him. I know I'm crazy. I let Ben get away with too much. Here's hoping I don't regret this. With a face like that how could I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7dv8uxxDTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gAf7FZDCBek/s1600-h/DSC_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7dv8uxxDTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gAf7FZDCBek/s200/DSC_0571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167722186570534194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7dwP-xxDUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QXe3KWAx9w0/s1600-h/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7dwP-xxDUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QXe3KWAx9w0/s200/DSC_0566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167722517283016002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-9086720738497955071?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/9086720738497955071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=9086720738497955071' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/9086720738497955071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/9086720738497955071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-new-member-of-family.html' title='Our New Member Of The Family'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7dssOxxDSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gGNtBUZqmEo/s72-c/DSC_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-5870958053693373654</id><published>2008-02-15T15:33:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:06.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Cartoon Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>My sister in-law keeps sending me fun things that make it easier to post a blog everyday. I was going to post a blog of my jack uped toe from last night but I thought everyone might enjoy this much more especially those of you with feet phobias, you know who you are. The toe incident happened last night when we were learning to ballroom dance. It was alot of fun except for the toe part. If any of you really want to see my toe though I will e-mail the picture.Anyways back to the topic of the post.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character. Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character do you most resemble? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of investigators got together and analyzed the personalities of well known and modern cartoon characters. The information that was gathered was made into this test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer all the questions (only 10) with what describes you best, add up all your points (which are next to the answer that you choose) at the end and look for your results. Once you know which cartoon you are post a comment telling us which one. It will be fun to see who everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not cheat by looking at the end of the blog before you are done . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which one of the following describes the perfect date? &lt;br /&gt;a) Candlelight dinner (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;b) Fun/Theme Park (2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Painting in the park (5 pts) &lt;br /&gt;d) Rock concert (1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Go ing to the movies (3 pts..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite type of music? &lt;br /&gt;a) Rock and Roll (2 pts..) &lt;br /&gt;b) Alternative (1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Soft Rock (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;d) Country (5 pts ) &lt;br /&gt;e) Pop (3 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What type of movies do you prefer? &lt;br /&gt;a) Comedy (2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;b) Horror (1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Musical (3 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;d) Romance (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Documentary (5 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which one of these occupations would you choose if you only could choose one of these? &lt;br /&gt;a) Waiter (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;b) Professional Sports Player (5 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Teacher (3 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;d) Police (2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Cashier (1 pt) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Wha t do you do with your spare time? &lt;br /&gt;a) Exercise (5 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;b) Read (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Watch television (2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;d) Listen to music (1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Sleep (3 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which one of the following colors do you like best? &lt;br /&gt;a) Yellow (1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;b) White (5 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Sky Blue (3 pts) &lt;br /&gt;d) Dark Blue(2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Red (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you prefer to eat? &lt;br /&gt;a) Snow (3 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;b) Pizza (2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Sushi (1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;d) Pasta (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Salad (5 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite holiday ? &lt;br /&gt;a) Halloween(1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;b) Christmas(3 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;c) New Year (2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;d) Valentine's Day(4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Thanksgiving(5 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could go to one of these places which one would it be? &lt;br /&gt;a) Paris (4 pts) &lt;br /&gt;b) Spain (5 pts) &lt;br /&gt;c) Las Vegas (1 pt) &lt;br /&gt;d) Hawaii (4 pts) &lt;br /&gt;e) Hollywood (3 pts) &lt;br /&gt;10. With which of the following would you prefer to spend time with? &lt;br /&gt;a) Someone Smart (5 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;b) Someone attractive (2 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;c) Someone who likes to Party (1 pt.) &lt;br /&gt;d) Someone who always has fun (3 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;e) Someone very sentimental (4 pts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up your points and find out the answer you have been waiting for! &lt;br /&gt;I am Spongebob and I can totally see the resemblence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXmOxxDRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HFJZRKuzJUw/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXmOxxDRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HFJZRKuzJUw/s200/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343568023522578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10-16 points) You are Garfield : &lt;br /&gt;You are very comfortable, easy going, and you definitely know how to have fun but sometimes you take it to an extreme. You always know what you are doing and you are always in control of your life. Others may not see things as you do, but that doesn't mean that you always have to do what is right. Try to remember, your happy spirit may hurt you or others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXbuxxDQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/knKPUYADk-s/s1600-h/images%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXbuxxDQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/knKPUYADk-s/s200/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343387634896130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17-23 points) You are Snoopy : &lt;br /&gt;You are fun; you are very cool and popular. You always know what's in and you're never out of style, you are good at knowing how to satisfy everyone else. You have probably disappeared for a few days more than once but you always come home with the family values that you learned. Being married and having children are important to you, but only after you have had your share of fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXRexxDPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bh5txaUI3Ss/s1600-h/images%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXRexxDPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bh5txaUI3Ss/s200/images%5B12%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343211541236978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24-28 points) You are Elmo: &lt; FONT f ace=Tahoma size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have lots of friends and you are also popular, always willing to give advice and help out a person in need. You are very optimistic and you always see the bright side of things. Some good advice: try not to be too much of a dreamer. Dreaming too big could cause many conflicts in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXEexxDOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zy9oCcR_1yo/s1600-h/images%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXEexxDOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zy9oCcR_1yo/s200/images%5B13%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167342988202937570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29-35 points) You are Sponge Bob Square Pants: &lt;br /&gt;You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best fri end that anyone could ever have and never wants t o lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it' s funny and calm for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people a nd you will be stress free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YW4-xxDNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eSkJH7p1MeY/s1600-h/images%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YW4-xxDNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eSkJH7p1MeY/s200/images%5B16%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167342790634441938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(36-43 points) You are Charlie Brown: &lt;br /&gt;You are tender, you fall in love quickly but you are also very serious about all relationships. You are a family person. You call your Mom every Sunday. You have many friends and may occasionally forget a few Birthdays. Don't let your passion confuse you with reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YWoOxxDMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uvWQRsJEgeU/s1600-h/images%5B22%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YWoOxxDMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uvWQRsJEgeU/s200/images%5B22%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167342502871633090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(44-50 points ) You are Dexter: &lt;br /&gt;You are smart and definitely a thinker... Every situation is fronted with a plan. You have a brilliant mind. You demonstrate very strong fami ly pri nciples. You maintain a stable routine but never ignore a bad situation when it comes. Try to do less over thinking every once in a while to spice things up a bit with spontaneity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-5870958053693373654?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/5870958053693373654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=5870958053693373654' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5870958053693373654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/5870958053693373654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-cartoon-character-are-you.html' title='What Cartoon Character Are You?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7YXmOxxDRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HFJZRKuzJUw/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-304209856478264988</id><published>2008-02-13T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:08.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR....</title><content type='html'>So I had this e-mailed to me by my sister in-law but I decided to blog it instead since I couldn't think of anything else to do for this marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four books I have read Recently(they don't have to be ones that you enjoyed!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O2BexxDBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5lFSccBbfKo/s1600-h/51yVpn9xMbL._AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O2BexxDBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5lFSccBbfKo/s200/51yVpn9xMbL._AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166673334082014226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Peter and the Starcatchers(A fun twist on the Peter Pan story)&lt;br /&gt;2-The Sweet Far Thing(3rd book in the Great and Terrible Beauty Series)&lt;br /&gt;3-The Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich(The only books I've read where I actually laugh out loud caution though there is some language and sexual content)&lt;br /&gt;4-The Book of Mormon(I try to every night to even out the language and sexual content that I just read) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O2iOxxDCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bNx-1hwMx04/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O2iOxxDCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bNx-1hwMx04/s200/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166673896722730018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Washing cars for $5 for my family    &lt;br /&gt;2- First offical job - Marie Calenders(pie anyone)&lt;br /&gt;3- Office assistant at Audiovisions Plus&lt;br /&gt;4- Jenny Craig(to make up for my second job)&lt;br /&gt;I would say motherhood but we don't get paid so I consider it more of a life sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O2yexxDDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ilI4ET8GFME/s1600-h/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O2yexxDDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ilI4ET8GFME/s200/images%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166674175895604274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Dumb and Dumber(scary I know but I love it)&lt;br /&gt;2- Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;3- Little Women&lt;br /&gt;4- Office Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O28exxDEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0Ehg3XoOfxY/s1600-h/images%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O28exxDEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0Ehg3XoOfxY/s200/images%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166674347694296130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Centerville, Utah&lt;br /&gt;2-South Weber, Utah&lt;br /&gt;3-Kaysville, Utah&lt;br /&gt;4-South Weber, Utah&lt;br /&gt;I like to really diversify myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O3OexxDFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DTwsUegOh4U/s1600-h/images%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O3OexxDFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DTwsUegOh4U/s200/images%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166674656931941458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- The Office &lt;br /&gt;2- Lost&lt;br /&gt;3- House&lt;br /&gt;4- Men in Trees&lt;br /&gt;But nothing lately because of the writers. Thank goodness for youtube or I'd have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Four places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O3duxxDGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9WbCcq81NVQ/s1600-h/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O3duxxDGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9WbCcq81NVQ/s200/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166674918924946530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Cancun, Mexico (senior trip)&lt;br /&gt;2- The Bahamas (honeymoon)&lt;br /&gt;3- Paris, France (bonjoir)&lt;br /&gt;4- Disney World (It will be my 3rd time this year but I still love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People who e-mail me (regularly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O39exxDHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jk0871VWkoc/s1600-h/image+(67).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O39exxDHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jk0871VWkoc/s200/image+(67).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166675464385793138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Jamie &lt;br /&gt;2-My mom&lt;br /&gt;3-Sydney&lt;br /&gt;4-Amazon(because I order stuff weekly from them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favorite things to eat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O4KuxxDII/AAAAAAAAAF8/zBkdd0KeRSA/s1600-h/images%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O4KuxxDII/AAAAAAAAAF8/zBkdd0KeRSA/s200/images%5B13%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166675692019059842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Homeade chicken noodle soup &lt;br /&gt;2-Sunday roast beef dinners&lt;br /&gt;3-Olive garden breadsticks with fetticine sauce for dipping&lt;br /&gt;4-Any meal where my kids are not around for some reason the food tastes so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O4WuxxDJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Sl3tRiLn7vk/s1600-h/images%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O4WuxxDJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Sl3tRiLn7vk/s200/images%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166675898177490066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping    &lt;br /&gt;2-On a girls night out&lt;br /&gt;3-In a remote cabin with a fire roaring, a good book, Ben rubbing my feet, and no kids in sight. Don't roll your eyes! It could happen. What! It could.&lt;br /&gt;4- Anywhere but here. All of my kids are screaming right now and Ben is at young mens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O4wOxxDKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t289-bdZh_I/s1600-h/IMG_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O4wOxxDKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t289-bdZh_I/s200/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166676336264154274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Alicia &lt;br /&gt;2-Stacy&lt;br /&gt;3-Michelle&lt;br /&gt;4-Hopefully everyone because you all need ideas to blog with this marathon going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Things I am looking forward to this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O46-xxDLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MvN0wHfdMy0/s1600-h/images%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O46-xxDLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MvN0wHfdMy0/s200/images%5B16%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166676520947748018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Going to Disney World&lt;br /&gt;2-Boating every week but not nearly as excited as Ben&lt;br /&gt;3- Getting a door put in the den ( it would come in handy especially right now)&lt;br /&gt;4- The release of Breaking Dawn(Oh come on I know you are all thinking about it Oh Edward)I say we all get together rent a condo and read it together whos up for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETURN DIRECTIONS:  Now, here's what you're supposed to do ... and&lt;br /&gt;please do NOT spoil the fun. Copy and paste, delete my answers, and put&lt;br /&gt;in your answers. Then post it on your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-304209856478264988?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/304209856478264988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=304209856478264988' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/304209856478264988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/304209856478264988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/four.html' title='FOUR....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7O2BexxDBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5lFSccBbfKo/s72-c/51yVpn9xMbL._AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-552827704107606211</id><published>2008-02-12T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben and I's First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7HToexxDAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hL5AHrwG-ZQ/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7HToexxDAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hL5AHrwG-ZQ/s320/Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166142939980696578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a picture of our first date which probably wouldn't have been taken if it hadn't been Halloween. Most men would probably run for the hills if a girl wanted to take a picture on a first date but I lucked out with it being a holiday and all. I was a sheriff/cowboy and Ben was, I'm not exactly sure. He just dressed up in a bunch off stupid looking stuff. I think he still has that shirt sadly enough. It was his clubbing shirt and him and his friends all had one but in different colors. Pretty scary huh! Did I mention that I tried to take an actual old timer handgun of my dads in a holster. It didn't have bullets in the gun but there was in the holster around my waist. My dad caught me and almost killed me right on the spot. Not one of my brighter ideas I suppose. Anyways we went to a couple of parties up at Weber State. A fraternity one and then an institute one. I know polar opposites. At the institute one they were having a dance and I kept waiting for Ben to ask me to dance but instead him and his friends watched while my friend and I danced with all the other guys who had the guts to ask a girl they didn't even know. Finally on the last song he asked me. I guess he must of thought it is now or never. Afterwards everyone just wanted to go home excluding me and Ben but neither of us had the guts to stick together while everyone else left. That night I wondered when I might see him again and luckily it turned out it was the very next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-552827704107606211?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/552827704107606211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=552827704107606211' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/552827704107606211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/552827704107606211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/ben-and-is-first-date.html' title='Ben and I&apos;s First Date'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R7HToexxDAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hL5AHrwG-ZQ/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6179807665640859210</id><published>2008-02-10T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:09.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World...The Best Place On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6_Tm-xxC_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/8sYEUv7oXas/s1600-h/images%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6_Tm-xxC_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/8sYEUv7oXas/s200/images%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165579964257471474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6_Td-xxC-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q8GZ7uQitS8/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6_Td-xxC-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q8GZ7uQitS8/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165579809638648802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the best place on Earth maybe even the galaxy in September. We have been planning this trip for awhile now but we just got our tax return so today we booked everything. I was totally stoked today when I found a flight $100 cheaper than what I have been looking at so we were able to save $500. We are spending a week and plan on doing the Disney thing, Sea World, and even the beach. I think Ben plans on getting a little golfing in too since we are staying at a Five Star Golf Resort courtsey of my parents. It will be alot of firsts for me and the kids. Since I didn't go to Disneyland till I was in fifth grade, I have never gone on any of the kids rides and also I am curious to when everyone else went for the first time so if you decide to comment leave that little tid bit in there. Now I just need Tia and especially Tate to grow a few more inches so we can ride everything but Space Mountain. They have seven months to grow but if anyone knows of any good streching techniques let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6179807665640859210?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6179807665640859210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6179807665640859210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6179807665640859210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6179807665640859210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/disney-worldthe-best-place-on-earth.html' title='Disney World...The Best Place On Earth'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6_Tm-xxC_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/8sYEUv7oXas/s72-c/images%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4181841273401780737</id><published>2008-02-10T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:09.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackmail Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R68qiexxC9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/4MK2yN4yJNw/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R68qiexxC9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/4MK2yN4yJNw/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165394069482965970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know everybody has one of those photos as a child that is so bad that your parents can blackmail you into doing anything. Well the twins are only two and I already have one. We told them to give each other kisses and of course Tate opens his mouth so this of course makes the kiss look a little too intimate for brother and sister. I believe we will be able to get them to do alot of unwilling things because of this and they are only two so I am sure more are to come. I am going to find a blackmail photo of myself when I go to my parents today and I am challenging everyone to do the same. Now lets see some of those blackmail photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4181841273401780737?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4181841273401780737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4181841273401780737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4181841273401780737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4181841273401780737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/blackmail-photo.html' title='Blackmail Photo'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R68qiexxC9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/4MK2yN4yJNw/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6818789668417624040</id><published>2008-02-09T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:39:38.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Day Blogger Marathon.....And Go</title><content type='html'>So a friend of mine challenged a few girls to blog something everyday for two weeks so I know I am a little behind for the first day but I am still going to count it. I couldn't think of anything to blog today believe it or not so I started thinking about past events in my life and remembered one of my bloody nose stories. So I decided to talk about my bloody nose experiences. It takes alot to give me a bloody nose so I remember every bloody nose that I have gotten in my life because tramatic events occured to cause them. I have had 4 bloody noses and here are the stories:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was in a closet with my little brother when out of nowhere a football clet was thrown directly at my face. Ouch! 2. I was in second grade playing red rover when a kid that obviously needed glasses plowed directly into me instead of our arms. Double Ouch! 3.Came much later and is the most imbarrassing. I was kissing a guy and his head bumped my nose just right to cause a bloody nose unfortunately we where in the dark and kept kissing till we both started tasting iron and realized our faces were a little to wet for just kissing. It clicked in our heads and realized I had a bloody nose. Needless to say the guy got a little squemish at the sight of blood so he was trying extremely hard not to throw up as we washed the blood that was spread all over our faces. You would have thought we had been in a car accident or something. Not one of my best moments and amazingly enough it wasn't my last date with the guy either. I must of been worth the blood shed. 4. Ben was laying on my lap and I kept messing with his nose to irritate him. Well it really worked because I annoyed him enough that he took his finger and jammed it up my nose. He didn't mean to do it that hard but unfortunately he did and blood started going everywhere. We were newly weds so he was extremely appoligetic and believe or not that same week he accidently threw a remote at my eye and I hit him in the head with a golf club. It was not the best week. Well thats all of them. If you have any good stories lets hear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6818789668417624040?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6818789668417624040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6818789668417624040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6818789668417624040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6818789668417624040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/14-day-blogger-marathonand-go.html' title='14 Day Blogger Marathon.....And Go'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3143143645597791123</id><published>2008-02-06T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:09.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Fort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6nymoNrATI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ANUj88Bn2oU/s1600-h/DSC_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6nymoNrATI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ANUj88Bn2oU/s320/DSC_0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163925193200697650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6nyYINrASI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LrP-eJDe1EM/s1600-h/DSC_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6nyYINrASI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LrP-eJDe1EM/s320/DSC_0559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924944092594466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This snow thing is getting out of control. I am grateful for the moisture don't get wrong but for those without snow blowers it can be a real pain in the back. Anyways Ben decided to take advantage of all the snow and make a snow fort for the kids. He spent over an hour digging a hole and a trail to get inside and when he was finished he stuck a beautiful orange flag on top of it(in case any of you were wondering what the flag was for). The kids all ran out excited when he was finished and spent a total of 30 seconds in it before deciding that they wanted to go make snow angels instead. All that work for 30 seconds of bliss but for those of you who know Ben I think the snow fort was probably more for him than them. He seriously has considered sleeping in it which is completly crazy to me when there is a perfectly good house with a fire burning right next to it. There are just some things about my husband that I don't think I will ever understand which I think might be a good thing. I'm just grateful to Ben for having the energy to make these memories happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3143143645597791123?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3143143645597791123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3143143645597791123' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3143143645597791123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3143143645597791123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-fort.html' title='Snow Fort'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6nymoNrATI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ANUj88Bn2oU/s72-c/DSC_0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8916165892742509107</id><published>2008-02-02T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:08:01.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet You Didn't Know Ben, Matt, &amp; Jeramy Could Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="A4877794658742483968" quality="high" data="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf?content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/sdV5SD28yjmXva7q6N8kkJTp.xml" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="369" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/sdV5SD28yjmXva7q6N8kkJTp.xml"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Don't send a lame &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/category/52/starring_you"&gt;Starring You! eCard&lt;/a&gt;. Try &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables"&gt;JibJab Sendables&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got permission from Too The Max to post this so I don't get sued. When I first did this Kennedy saw this and said,"Wow Daddy is a really good dancer." Anyways I hope everyone enjoys this one too. Michelle is the one that told me to post it so if Ben, Matt, and Jeramy want to know why they can go to her. Personally I think this one is way funnier than Ben and I's. Everyone have a great Super Bowl Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-8916165892742509107?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8916165892742509107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8916165892742509107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8916165892742509107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8916165892742509107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/bet-you-didnt-know-ben-matt-jeramy.html' title='Bet You Didn&apos;t Know Ben, Matt, &amp; Jeramy Could Dance'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3886637947449009108</id><published>2008-02-01T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:56:24.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben and I's Mexican Dancing Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="A192155409922195584" quality="high" data="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf?content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/Rl1vn88I627C5gTgbNlJm0OB.xml" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="369" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/Rl1vn88I627C5gTgbNlJm0OB.xml"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Don't send a lame &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/category/52/starring_you"&gt;Starring You! eCard&lt;/a&gt;. Try &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables"&gt;JibJab Sendables&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys even knew that we did a Mexican dancing tour but we did and we are really quite good as you can see. Lately it has been so cold and stormy that I thought I would share a bit of cheer. By the way if you don't find this completely hilarious you are crazy. I also did one of Ben, Matt, and Jeramy break dancing which is really funny. I didn't post it cause I thought they might kill me but if you want to see it really bad, I will e-mail it to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3886637947449009108?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3886637947449009108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3886637947449009108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3886637947449009108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3886637947449009108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/02/ben-and-is-mexican-dancing-tour.html' title='Ben and I&apos;s Mexican Dancing Tour'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4653581044460847150</id><published>2008-01-31T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:10.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When Mom Leaves The House?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6H7aYNrARI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gaNCO0-_iKU/s1600-h/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6H7aYNrARI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gaNCO0-_iKU/s200/DSC_0555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161683078538264850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6H7MoNrAQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YqvCoWst85U/s1600-h/DSC_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6H7MoNrAQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YqvCoWst85U/s200/DSC_0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161682842315063554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DOES. Lately everytime I leave the house the kids start going absolutely crazy. Last week I went out for my birthday and Kennedy and Tate collided causing Kennedy to get a severe bloody nose. Blood got all over the carpet, their clothes, and even on one of my pendant lights in the kitchen. Don't ask me how that happened. Anyways yesterday I went to my parents house to do our taxes and as soon as I get there I get a phone call from Ben saying Kennedy and Tate had collided again. He didn't see it happen but he heard it so he knew it was bad. The result of course is Kennedy's black eye and Tate might have been knocked out for a second. Ben isn't sure if he was or not but he looks alot better than Kennedy. Then later that night Tia took off all her clothes and pooped all over her bedroom so after all these events I think Ben might think twice before letting me out of the house. Does any of this stuff happen when you guys leave or is it just me. Regardless Kennedy had a rough night so this morning I asked if she well enough to go to preschool and she said,"Ya, I want to show all the kids my black eye." Needless to say I have decided that kids recover from everything way faster than adults. Heres hoping all your nights away don't go down like mine do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-4653581044460847150?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4653581044460847150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4653581044460847150' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4653581044460847150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4653581044460847150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happens-when-mom-leaves-house.html' title='What Happens When Mom Leaves The House?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R6H7aYNrARI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gaNCO0-_iKU/s72-c/DSC_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-6313070917068508908</id><published>2008-01-28T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:10.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R54W2oNrAMI/AAAAAAAAADk/lPv1eiBQ0aQ/s1600-h/tCHr0gOPXPGi0GT_s%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R54W2oNrAMI/AAAAAAAAADk/lPv1eiBQ0aQ/s320/tCHr0gOPXPGi0GT_s%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160587350776676546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post a picture of our beloved prophet Gordon B. Hinckley who we all love so much. We all now he has lead such a great life and was probably ecstatic to see his lovely wife again. We will all miss him so much but we all know he has accomplished all he needs to in this life. So that is my small memorial to such a wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R54YyINrANI/AAAAAAAAADs/uEh-iW2J-9w/s1600-h/quarantine%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R54YyINrANI/AAAAAAAAADs/uEh-iW2J-9w/s320/quarantine%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160589472490520786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my Sunday cleaning up throw up and diarrhea. Tia has been sick and now it looks like Tate has it too. I am going to have to buy new sheets from washing them so much. They seem to like to wait till it is their nap or go to bed then they throw up and roll all over in it. I swear they are trying to make the biggest mess possible. They both had their flu shots so I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with this kind of stuff but it seems this strain has broken through the barrier. I seriously feel like I am in quarantine. I could really use a day off if only there was a boss I could call and take the day off. Unfortunately stay at home moms don't get that luxury. So that was my Sunday, I sure hope all of yours was a lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-6313070917068508908?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/6313070917068508908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=6313070917068508908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6313070917068508908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/6313070917068508908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R54W2oNrAMI/AAAAAAAAADk/lPv1eiBQ0aQ/s72-c/tCHr0gOPXPGi0GT_s%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-3744052166723101868</id><published>2008-01-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:17:04.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You A Lost Fan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAatKZb8RZE&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAatKZb8RZE&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are. So we decided to throw a little get together for the Lost season premiere. If you are interested, it is next Thursday at 7 o'clock. Bring a treat with you to share and children are welcome. And if you want to get some of the girl scout cookies I need your order by Feb. 2nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-3744052166723101868?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/3744052166723101868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=3744052166723101868' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3744052166723101868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/3744052166723101868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-lost-fan.html' title='Are You A Lost Fan?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-4544129834447701171</id><published>2008-01-23T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:11.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Scout Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5d994NrAII/AAAAAAAAADE/QfbRMPdgyNk/s1600-h/IMGP3615[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158730400191414402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5d994NrAII/AAAAAAAAADE/QfbRMPdgyNk/s320/IMGP3615%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my darling niece Aidan who as you can see is a girl scout. How cute does she look in that uniform. As you can see it is that time of year we all look forward to, the selling of girl scout cookies. Hoorayyyyyyyyyy! I love thin mints but Ben likes the samoas. I'm sure you all have favorites also. Whenever I see girl scout cookies it reminds me of Ben and I's trip to San Francisco. They were selling cookies on every corner and me and Ben just kept buying them. I don't think I've ever eaten so many cookies in my entire life. I try to justify it by saying they only come out once a year but the truth is I can't stop myself from such deliciousness. If you want to join in the madness, give me a ring and I will put in an order for ya.  Girl Scouts are #1!&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/4299589278264592336-4544129834447701171?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/4544129834447701171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=4544129834447701171' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4544129834447701171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/4544129834447701171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/girl-scout-cookies.html' title='Girl Scout Cookies'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5d994NrAII/AAAAAAAAADE/QfbRMPdgyNk/s72-c/IMGP3615%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-1922844904028571600</id><published>2008-01-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:11.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5YivVBexBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cqo4mOOiwIg/s1600-h/10m[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158348619692033042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="203" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5YivVBexBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cqo4mOOiwIg/s320/10m%5B1%5D.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my birthday was on Saturday and it turned out great. I spent most of the day out having fun. My mom and my sisters-in-law all took me out to lunch and a movie. We saw 27 dresses which I thought was so cute. It was really funny too. I love James Marsden, I think he has the best smile. Then my mom watched the kids so me and Ben could go to dinner and a movie. Thank goodness for my mom. If it wasn't for her I don't think Ben and I would ever get out of the house. Thank you mom. For my birthday I got some more books, a gift certificates for a date night, a cute magnet board with thoughts for the day, a treat basket, and money for a door to put in the den which I desperately need to keep the kids out. Thanks everybody for the gifts. The kids also decorated the house for me with pictures and crate paper. Kennedy kept asking when everybody was coming over and where my cake was. Ben tried to explain to her that I just wanted a day out. She said but a party with friends and family with cake, presents, and decorations is what birthdays are all about. She was a little sad about that so we made a cake together the next day and I let her sing to me and I blew out the candles. She seemed pretty satisfied with that. All in all it was a pretty good birthday. Thanks to everyone who helped make it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-1922844904028571600?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/1922844904028571600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=1922844904028571600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1922844904028571600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/1922844904028571600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5YivVBexBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cqo4mOOiwIg/s72-c/10m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-691251020750399648</id><published>2008-01-18T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:11.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy's Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5DZzFBew_I/AAAAAAAAACA/_w2naQjWM0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156861044884161522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5DZzFBew_I/AAAAAAAAACA/_w2naQjWM0Q/s320/DSC_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For her birthday she got this kids karaoke thing that puts their picture up on the screen while they sing. Her and Tia were playing with it last night and it was so cute that we had to take a picture. We should have been filming it because it was so cute to see her singing and dancing around. Tia would copy whatever Kennedy would do. If Kennedy turned around so would Tia. I'm pretty sure at sometime in Kennedy's life that will start to annoy her but right now she loves it. And yes that is Tia is the Snow White dress again. I just washed it and as soon as it was out of the dryer she was yelling at me to put it on her. It can't last forever, right!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5DaB1BexAI/AAAAAAAAACI/s2dVUgpMdYk/s1600-h/DSC_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156861298287232002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5DaB1BexAI/AAAAAAAAACI/s2dVUgpMdYk/s320/DSC_0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-691251020750399648?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/691251020750399648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=691251020750399648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/691251020750399648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/691251020750399648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/kennedys-birthday-present.html' title='Kennedy&apos;s Birthday Present'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R5DZzFBew_I/AAAAAAAAACA/_w2naQjWM0Q/s72-c/DSC_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-2868553366671809460</id><published>2008-01-16T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:35:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was Blog Tagged</title><content type='html'>Aleesha Blog tagged me and I am a little late at posting but so was Aleesha.  Half the people I could blog tag have already been tagged but I will tag those I have left. I also finally figured out how to post my playlist but I can't get it to fit right. If anyone knows how please let me know. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went skidiving when I was a senior in high school. I have the video to prove it too. If you ever want to see it let me know. It is really quite comical.&lt;br /&gt;2. I turned Ben down the first time he asked me out but that actually turned out well as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate to have my toes popped or have fingers put between them. Ben does it when he gives me foot rubs just to drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had my belly button pierced on my senior trip to Cancun. I took it out as soon as I got home though. I did it more for the experience that anything else.&lt;br /&gt;5. I videotaped my C-section with my twins. If you ever want to see something disgusting but yet amazing let me know(don't worry you don't see any knotty bits).&lt;br /&gt;6.Recently I have become obsessed with reading. It drives Ben nuts. So if you have read anything good let me know and you can borrow anything you want from me. I am starting to get quite the library.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have never broken a bone or had stitches. Knock on wood and I have a huge phobia of dentists( doesn't everybody though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;Daina&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-2868553366671809460?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/2868553366671809460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=2868553366671809460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2868553366671809460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/2868553366671809460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-was-blog-tagged.html' title='So I was Blog Tagged'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8315007872489548015</id><published>2008-01-13T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:12.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy's 4th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p4IFBew6I/AAAAAAAAABY/gGUkiYDMhyc/s1600-h/DSC_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155064803661628322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="314" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p4IFBew6I/AAAAAAAAABY/gGUkiYDMhyc/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday we had Kennedys 4th Birthday party. It was mass caios but I think she had alot of fun. We finally got her lucky ducks which was our big Christmas mistake. It is really a cute little game for kids this age. Alot better than that Elefun game. She also got a bike helmet for the bike she got for Christmas which Tate is modeling in one of the pictures below. We also played Rock Band which Ben thinks there is only one sound level for LOUD. Half the people had to go upstairs in the playroom to get away from the noise. Sorry about that if your one of those people. Our playroom is a disaster. Anyways overall I think the party was a success and next year I think we are going to start trying the friend party thing. She wanted one this year and we told her no. I'm not quite ready for those yet. My birthday is this Saturday and I want my party to be the exact opposite of hers. Peace and Quiet. So I guess I'll have to find a way to get away from my husband and kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p6nlBew7I/AAAAAAAAABg/qCR78-CNbwo/s1600-h/DSC_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155067543850763186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p6nlBew7I/AAAAAAAAABg/qCR78-CNbwo/s200/DSC_0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p7s1Bew-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WFoStRs9-vA/s1600-h/DSC_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155068733556704226" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p7s1Bew-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WFoStRs9-vA/s200/DSC_0530.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p7dFBew9I/AAAAAAAAABw/a5gzZJJe9VM/s1600-h/DSC_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155068462973764562" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p7dFBew9I/AAAAAAAAABw/a5gzZJJe9VM/s200/DSC_0502.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p7G1Bew8I/AAAAAAAAABo/1KNuwP67OzM/s1600-h/DSC_0531_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155068080721675202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p7G1Bew8I/AAAAAAAAABo/1KNuwP67OzM/s200/DSC_0531_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-8315007872489548015?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8315007872489548015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8315007872489548015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8315007872489548015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8315007872489548015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/kennedys-4th-birthday.html' title='Kennedy&apos;s 4th Birthday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4p4IFBew6I/AAAAAAAAABY/gGUkiYDMhyc/s72-c/DSC_0495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-8730632004669054636</id><published>2008-01-11T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:13.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4ed4FBew3I/AAAAAAAAABA/9_QzXSFRX7U/s1600-h/DSC_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154261885295444850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4ed4FBew3I/AAAAAAAAABA/9_QzXSFRX7U/s320/DSC_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben decided to take Kennedy and a few friends swimming as an early birthday present. She got a new purple(her favorite color) swimming suit too which she was super excited about. Kind of weird that they are already selling swimming suits right but if you don't buy one by March they will probably be gone. It seems to work that way. Anyways I thought it was extra ambitious for Ben to take 3 kids swimming by himself but everyone knows he has enough energy to handle it. Kennedys real birthday is today and she expected a surprise first thing this morning and the house to be all decorated. Unfortately I didn't have either. I had no idea she was going to have such high expectations. We are taking her to the chipmunks movie which she has really wanted to see and then her party is tonight so hopefully that will make up for my short comings this morning. Her are a few extra pictures of her swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4egVVBew4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Bq8oEeMLOF8/s1600-h/DSC_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154264586829874050" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4egVVBew4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Bq8oEeMLOF8/s320/DSC_0469.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4eg3FBew5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mfRyEv6asH4/s1600-h/DSC_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154265166650459026" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="213" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4eg3FBew5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mfRyEv6asH4/s320/DSC_0475.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4299589278264592336-8730632004669054636?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/8730632004669054636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=8730632004669054636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8730632004669054636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/8730632004669054636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/early-birthday-surprise.html' title='Early Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4ed4FBew3I/AAAAAAAAABA/9_QzXSFRX7U/s72-c/DSC_0474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-709736467008554840</id><published>2008-01-10T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:53:28.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demetri Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGS7Q40Y4KU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGS7Q40Y4KU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is really funny he swears sometimes but other than that he really cracks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-709736467008554840?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/709736467008554840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=709736467008554840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/709736467008554840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/709736467008554840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Demetri Martin'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299589278264592336.post-7742897420206778834</id><published>2008-01-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:56:13.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know Snow White Was A Red Head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4Z_Z1BewxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v6SizeLvQbE/s1600-h/DSC_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153946905278858002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="301" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4Z_Z1BewxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v6SizeLvQbE/s320/DSC_0457.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well everyone has got a blog so I decided to jump on board. I put on this picture because this is the third day in a row that she has demanded that I put this dress on. It is the only thing Tia will wear and she throws a fit when I don't. So I have lost this battle for now but I am still hoping to win the war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299589278264592336-7742897420206778834?l=nicoleromney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/feeds/7742897420206778834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299589278264592336&amp;postID=7742897420206778834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7742897420206778834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299589278264592336/posts/default/7742897420206778834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleromney.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-you-know-snow-white-was-red-head.html' title='Did You Know Snow White Was A Red Head?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738407739502512981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R-nDu1XaFmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gvh_OZO26Q8/S220/images%5B16%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flPEU7k4CJY/R4Z_Z1BewxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v6SizeLvQbE/s72-c/DSC_0457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
