<?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-8578508487734552429</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:15:05.872-07:00</updated><category term='reese'/><category term='college'/><category term='fall'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Lauren'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Tammany Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-1019969078299589512</id><published>2010-06-10T08:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:12:12.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to Disneyland</title><content type='html'>We leave for California in just 2 days for the much-anticipated trip to Disneyland. There are some reasons not to go: predicted earthquake and Arizonans don't much care for California boycotting us. I guess the earthquake is the principle concern here. If my parents read this blog, they'd be calling and asking us not to go! We won't tell them until we're actually there.... So, we're meeting our friends, the Myrums, in LA, and then bringing them back to the Arizona heat with us next Wednesday. We are excited to have them visit for 8 days and do some relaxing. They have 2 kids with similar ages as our 2 older kids, so it should be a fun time! Lauren is excited to meet Disney princesses this time, especially Tinkerbell and Sleeping Booty (how she says it). Grant swears he is going on Tower of Terror. We think it's just too scary for him, but so far he's adamant. Maybe he'll change his mind once we're out front. We're staying at a hotel right on the park property so kids (adults) can take naps if needed. It's gonna be fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, with all that comes frantic cleaning, straightening, packing, etc to make sure everything's in shape for our visitors. I actually made myself a little schedule of things to get done this week. The schedule makes me feel more organized and purposeful, and less CRAZY. I tend to get frustrated thinking of all the things I need to do before a certain time, but I'm in a little more control this time. Yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney and Myrums, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-1019969078299589512?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1019969078299589512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=1019969078299589512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1019969078299589512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1019969078299589512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-disneyland.html' title='I&apos;m going to Disneyland'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-5465731488068119226</id><published>2010-05-14T16:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:09:35.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reese'/><title type='text'>Reese pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X7zIl9EI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nY83LM5_QTk/s1600/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X7zIl9EI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nY83LM5_QTk/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471266544663524418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X7Vk3RGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8_8T0cs8nqs/s1600/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X7Vk3RGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8_8T0cs8nqs/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471266536729035874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X6pOU5tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tkbd1g7LSs4/s1600/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X6pOU5tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tkbd1g7LSs4/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471266524823348946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X6K7PQqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/njuK8GSG3d0/s1600/DSC00755.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X6K7PQqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/njuK8GSG3d0/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471266516690223778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an update of the youngest Tammany via pictures...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8578508487734552429-5465731488068119226?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5465731488068119226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=5465731488068119226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/5465731488068119226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/5465731488068119226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/05/reese-pictures.html' title='Reese pictures'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S-3X7zIl9EI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nY83LM5_QTk/s72-c/DSC00650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-8348795701887336984</id><published>2010-05-06T19:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:14:16.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>So I'm hanging out with Reese in the kitchen listening to some old tunes. So I NEVER listen to the radio in the car. I just don't. I used to all of the time. I think since I had kids I just stopped, just like that. So I've been back to listening to all of the cool songs Sean has on his itunes. It's fun to dance around the kitchen to old school stuff and it puts me in a good mood. Love it. That's all - just a rambling post about some music and how I'm loving listening to it. I'd forgotten how music can change your mood and how it really affects people. Plus, I like Sean's music style - he's got some good tunes. Well, I did marry him, so I'll take some of the credit there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-8348795701887336984?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8348795701887336984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=8348795701887336984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8348795701887336984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8348795701887336984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/05/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-6074745292346156294</id><published>2010-04-29T14:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:18:20.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3bxF1GCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/L_OMUI8nLVY/s1600/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3bxF1GCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/L_OMUI8nLVY/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465671679197124642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3bTJ3yoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TXgDgVmoooU/s1600/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3bTJ3yoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TXgDgVmoooU/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465671671161014914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3a4ljgzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-KJif7rWTqA/s1600/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3a4ljgzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-KJif7rWTqA/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465671664029369138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3aDzhlhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/V7-mLK_q6fg/s1600/DSC00504.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3aDzhlhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/V7-mLK_q6fg/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465671649860883986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3ZgZWqEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hOmEOSUNIQY/s1600/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3ZgZWqEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hOmEOSUNIQY/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465671640355874882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren also deserves a post since she turned 3 last month! She visited a nail salon for the first time and her fingers and toes painted. She wore a little tutu skirt and looked just adorable. Both grandmas, Aunt Aileen, and Reese were able to join her at the salon. It was a regular girls' day! Afterward Aileen, mom, Lauren and Reese went to California Pizza Kitchen and the mall to complete the girly fun. She also had a birthday party the following Saturday and had lots of friends come over to decorate jewelry boxes and jump in the big jumper outside. Lauren loves being 3 and LOVES to talk. She often opens her mouth to talk before she even knows what to say, so it's interesting hearing the things that do come out! She loves to talk about Jesus and has much of Psalm 100 memorized (her brother has the entire thing memorized, thanks to Grandma Laux). Here are pictures of her in March.&lt;div&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/8578508487734552429-6074745292346156294?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6074745292346156294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=6074745292346156294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6074745292346156294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6074745292346156294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/04/lauren-nicole.html' title='Lauren Nicole'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9n3bxF1GCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/L_OMUI8nLVY/s72-c/DSC00607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-6657080858547439030</id><published>2010-04-29T13:13:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:58:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nygpQqC_I/AAAAAAAAATs/EE9eOwdfuPU/s1600/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nygpQqC_I/AAAAAAAAATs/EE9eOwdfuPU/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465666265436261362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nyf3HKvvI/AAAAAAAAATk/iQjOBwnlBcA/s1600/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nyf3HKvvI/AAAAAAAAATk/iQjOBwnlBcA/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465666251974688498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nyfb3FQeI/AAAAAAAAATc/bNNqWljGC08/s1600/IMG_6228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nyfb3FQeI/AAAAAAAAATc/bNNqWljGC08/s320/IMG_6228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465666244659462626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nwwcizceI/AAAAAAAAATU/CReONHoBKQ0/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465664337877365218" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nwtz88miI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Oz23q8zvZVk/s320/IMG_6215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465664292621425186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Our newest baby girl, Reese Elizabeth, has joined us. Yes - I am 6 weeks late in announcing this! She is very precious, sleeping right now, while her older brother and sister are watching a movie at the theatre with their Aunt Aileen. That means I have time to write here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese arrived on March 16, weighing in at 7 pounds and 19 inches - I think everyone always wants to know statistics...... Labor was a little longer than with the other two, but pushing was the shortest I believe. One big push, lasting about 15 seconds, according to the nurse. We were VERY surprised she was a girl, although we didn't know either way. Sean thought for sure she would be a boy. I thought she was a boy too, until about a month before I delivered. We are delighted she is a girl and Lauren's excited to have a little sister to teach (yikes). Grant and Lauren are amazing with her and not jealous in the slightest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;Having Reese means I can finally do some things again! I can sleep on my back and stomach (oh the joy!), blow dry my hair without stopping to rest my arm (it always fell asleep and cramped), eat sushi, wear my normal clothes (I feel like I have a whole new wardrobe), tie my own shoes, etc. I didn't realize all the things I couldn't do! Now I just can't sleep, but that will hopefully pass soon enough.&lt;/span&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/8578508487734552429-6657080858547439030?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6657080858547439030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=6657080858547439030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6657080858547439030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6657080858547439030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/04/reese-elizabeth.html' title='Reese Elizabeth'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S9nygpQqC_I/AAAAAAAAATs/EE9eOwdfuPU/s72-c/DSC00376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2396720316605586778</id><published>2010-03-01T16:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:25:22.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMw0aTtPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MPO9oop3hgQ/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMw0aTtPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MPO9oop3hgQ/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443810451170505970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMwJXR6cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4u7-I3HayEA/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMwJXR6cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4u7-I3HayEA/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443810439615080898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMvQsEOhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qa37n77diLE/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMvQsEOhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qa37n77diLE/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443810424401443346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMudGtM8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/FDP5swuQ9Io/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMudGtM8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/FDP5swuQ9Io/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443810410554536898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting ready for the new little one set to join us any week now. I'm 37 1/2 weeks pregnant and ready to have this baby! We don't know what it is, so I do have more of a feeling of being unprepared, but it's exciting too! Lots of friends and family are having babies too, so this one will have lots of little friends!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also took Grant's 5-yr-old pictures today and they turned out pretty well.  Here is a little sampling and a bonus one of Lauren. She turns 3 at the end of this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is going well here. My parents have been here well over a month now, helping and waiting for the baby to arrive. It's been such a blessing to have them here and I'm a little nervous about them leaving me all of the household chores to do when they go back to Missouri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-2396720316605586778?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2396720316605586778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2396720316605586778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2396720316605586778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2396720316605586778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-ready.html' title='Getting ready'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/S4xMw0aTtPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MPO9oop3hgQ/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2886741491183198186</id><published>2009-11-06T16:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:41:29.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little bro's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSzClAGyWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AX6_t9UTnxs/s1600-h/IMG_5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSzClAGyWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AX6_t9UTnxs/s320/IMG_5977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401138709997734242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyWbT1MOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9v4c8moxtL4/s1600-h/IMG_6004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyWbT1MOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9v4c8moxtL4/s320/IMG_6004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401137951481868514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan, Tiffany and Cadence came for a visit last week and we already miss them dearly! These are some photos of the fun time we had together. The kids were cute and loved playing with one another. Grant and Lauren even got a little taste of Christmas! The Lauxes brought their gifts for the kids so they could see them open them. Lauren loves her shoes and likes to wear them around the house. She's wear them everywhere else too if I didn't stop her. As you can see from the picture of her in the pink dress, she's wearing pink dress up shoes (and she kept falling). Hopefully we'll see the Lauxes again soon, but right now they're busy building their new house. Check out their blog &lt;a href="http://www.daytodaynothings.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://daytodaynothings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyWNEsaBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S7pwig841qo/s1600-h/IMG_6000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyWNEsaBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S7pwig841qo/s320/IMG_6000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401137947660281874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyVc8kxlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CtaSX7CeRwk/s1600-h/IMG_5978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyVc8kxlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CtaSX7CeRwk/s320/IMG_5978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401137934741325394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyVNTZfnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0bpF16UP8d8/s1600-h/IMG_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSyVNTZfnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0bpF16UP8d8/s320/IMG_5971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401137930542087794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-2886741491183198186?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2886741491183198186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2886741491183198186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2886741491183198186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2886741491183198186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-bros-visit.html' title='my little bro&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SvSzClAGyWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AX6_t9UTnxs/s72-c/IMG_5977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-951884101733711174</id><published>2009-10-27T13:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:39:22.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...a new home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SudaaR4K7VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lhIaoXQleQ8/s1600-h/20091012195846280627000000-o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SudaaR4K7VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lhIaoXQleQ8/s320/20091012195846280627000000-o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397382085948927314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it. We got a contract accepted on a home. Yay!! We are moving around the beginning of December, assuming everything goes well while it's in escrow. It's kind of a big house, so I guess I'll be teaching the kids how to clean sooner rather than later. They are really excited and have picked out their rooms and already want to go swimming, although it's too cold now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're putting in new carpet and a pool fence before we move in. Can't have the kids drowning! That wouldn't be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-951884101733711174?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/951884101733711174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=951884101733711174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/951884101733711174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/951884101733711174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/10/finallya-new-home.html' title='Finally...a new home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SudaaR4K7VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lhIaoXQleQ8/s72-c/20091012195846280627000000-o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-3522181472220740644</id><published>2009-10-23T08:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:21:49.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>A Return to Greenville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SuHIrcFZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WqHqMYMqh9w/s1600-h/jen+and+me+in+stl.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SuHIrcFZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WqHqMYMqh9w/s320/jen+and+me+in+stl.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395814477165355666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend Sean and I flew to St. Louis for my 10-year college reunion at Greenville College. It was a lot of fun and I'm glad we decided to go. Above is my good friend Jennie. We went to a bar/restaurant on the Landing and were hit on by a couple of young drunk men. When they found out our age one of them told the other that they were a "generation off." So, is one supposed to feel flattered or put down about that? Well, at least we still look good!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homecoming/Reunion weekend was fun. We saw some friends and were able to reminisce about old times. The campus looks different because Hogue is gone. Although it looks nice, I loved Hogue Hall and the presence it had on campus. It was COLD though, especially for this Arizona girl. I think Sean had a harder time with the cold. Since I'm pregnant, I tend to be warmer anyway! 45 as a high is not very high, especially when we left 90 degrees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-3522181472220740644?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3522181472220740644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=3522181472220740644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3522181472220740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3522181472220740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/10/return-to-greenville.html' title='A Return to Greenville'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SuHIrcFZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WqHqMYMqh9w/s72-c/jen+and+me+in+stl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2792269057922669746</id><published>2009-10-19T20:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:15:30.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;My kids are super excited about "pumpkin day" every year. We're not big into celebrating halloween, so it's what I started calling the "holiday." This year we actually made a special pumpkin day though. We did everything pumpkin. We had a pumpkin breakfast (I cheated and went to Starbucks though....), we went to a pumpkin farm, painted pumpkin crafts, ate pumpkin chili, carved pumpkins, and made toasted pumpkin seeds. It was a fun day! Here are some pics to highlight the moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03ta_N1vI/AAAAAAAAAOs/arMjE-PquGw/s320/IMG_5925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529182137833202" /&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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03s_TS4CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9mJtqduJfpY/s320/IMG_5922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529174705856546" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03u2D2E_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Zr1tNMc4nhk/s1600-h/IMG_5929.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03u2D2E_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Zr1tNMc4nhk/s320/IMG_5929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529206584873970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Eating pumpkin chili! It was yummy! Sean ate two bowls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03YNdJ40I/AAAAAAAAAOc/iJmntXzJNUs/s1600-h/IMG_5907.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03YNdJ40I/AAAAAAAAAOc/iJmntXzJNUs/s320/IMG_5907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394528817728054082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03XlbW7_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/72qep8P91-Q/s1600-h/IMG_5906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03XlbW7_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/72qep8P91-Q/s320/IMG_5906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394528806983102450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Lauren is proud of her pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03W4iyU-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FPwt4SZcS1E/s1600-h/IMG_5904.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03W4iyU-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FPwt4SZcS1E/s320/IMG_5904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394528794934662114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Grant's finished pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03WPC91QI/AAAAAAAAAOE/p59g_RZyQjU/s1600-h/IMG_5902.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03WPC91QI/AAAAAAAAAOE/p59g_RZyQjU/s320/IMG_5902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394528783795344642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03VctY1TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/89SMPEcjQh4/s1600-h/IMG_5896.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03VctY1TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/89SMPEcjQh4/s320/IMG_5896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394528770283066674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;We started off with breakfast....&lt;/span&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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St01-WkIp8I/AAAAAAAAANU/I94U0rjbp6Y/s320/IMG_5875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394527273985025986" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Grant was very excited about the corn maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St02CJaEYYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8XL0yZLm0v0/s1600-h/IMG_5892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St02CJaEYYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8XL0yZLm0v0/s320/IMG_5892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394527339172618626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St02BRuRB-I/AAAAAAAAANs/LG18xM7BESc/s1600-h/IMG_5889.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St02BRuRB-I/AAAAAAAAANs/LG18xM7BESc/s320/IMG_5889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394527324224948194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Grant practiced for the corn maze by doing the kiddie maze first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St02AsLnzmI/AAAAAAAAANk/QkrAMzJ8cJc/s1600-h/IMG_5887.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St02AsLnzmI/AAAAAAAAANk/QkrAMzJ8cJc/s320/IMG_5887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394527314147528290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;yep, milking water from a plastic cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St01_6CZ-kI/AAAAAAAAANc/ITm080fcRuU/s1600-h/IMG_5884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St01_6CZ-kI/AAAAAAAAANc/ITm080fcRuU/s320/IMG_5884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394527300687100482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8578508487734552429-2792269057922669746?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2792269057922669746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2792269057922669746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2792269057922669746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2792269057922669746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-day.html' title='Pumpkin Day!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/St03ta_N1vI/AAAAAAAAAOs/arMjE-PquGw/s72-c/IMG_5925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-4832570599612983011</id><published>2009-09-15T09:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:10:56.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.....Potty Training</title><content type='html'>I can't do it. Or rather, she can't do it. Pee on the toilet that is. She sits on the toilet for about 15 minutes, whining the whole time, then after she's off the toilet, she pees her pants. Ugh - it's so frustrating! Yesterday I had to clean up 3 "accidents." What am I supposed to do? Any advice out there? She's 2 1/2 and should be ready for this - all the indicators are there, except for her willingness. She's been offered rewards, punishments, cajoling, etc......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-4832570599612983011?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4832570599612983011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=4832570599612983011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4832570599612983011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4832570599612983011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/09/ughpotty-training.html' title='Ugh.....Potty Training'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-3239996954129231807</id><published>2009-06-20T22:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:31:33.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog?</title><content type='html'>Wait a second. I have a blog? Apparently I completely forgot about it because it's been over 2 months! I think that is just because I have been so busy that there just isn't time for this little release o' mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened. May was great - we were busy with friends, we went to Disneyland over Mother's Day. I just remember being busy busy busy. I turned 32 about a week ago. Yep, 32. Wow. I wouldn't say that's mid-30s yet, but I suppose I'm getting there. That does mean my brother only has 4 1/2 years until he's 40. That will be a big one to rub in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going through a few changes around here. One I can't say yet, the other is that we are moving. Where to? Um, I don't really know! The date is June 29 and it looks pretty solid, so we'll be moving over the 4th of July weekend. We have a couple offers on homes. So while the banks twiddle their thumbs, we need to find some sort of temporary housing. It's interesting to pack when you're not really sure what's going on or what type of house you'll be living. I'm hoping for the house we have an offer on with a basement and pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed to Missouri with the kids in July. Sean and I are also going to Greenville for my 10-year reunion in October, sans kids this time. It should be fun - October's the best month in the Midwest and I'm excited to see my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog all about nothing. Exciting, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-3239996954129231807?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3239996954129231807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=3239996954129231807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3239996954129231807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3239996954129231807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-8709117980029191250</id><published>2009-04-07T13:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:10:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pillowcase race!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7e0c75dfc1035b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-3677949862203560936</id><published>2009-04-07T13:32:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:48:31.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/Sdu44hHckHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Tfk0jNvjtdI/s320/IMG_4993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050665770160242" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/Sdu5djMI4yI/AAAAAAAAANM/8m1ZvUzVRYM/s1600-h/IMG_5053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/Sdu5djMI4yI/AAAAAAAAANM/8m1ZvUzVRYM/s320/IMG_5053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051301981872930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/Sdu5WP8m0EI/AAAAAAAAANE/CnUqEZLH46g/s1600-h/IMG_5004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/Sdu5WP8m0EI/AAAAAAAAANE/CnUqEZLH46g/s320/IMG_5004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051176557367362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren had a fun little party - pillowcase race, bubbles, pinatas - I think the kids had a great time! I made her a butterfly cake and Aileen helped me decorate it - thanks Aileen! Here's a pic of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also did bubbles at night and the flash reflected off the bubbles, so it looks pretty cool! The pillowcase race was fun and there is a video of Lauren blowing out her candles (a bit prematurely).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d53e681182bd497" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d53e681182bd497%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331852107%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1478361E4BC6699171DED639EAFDA19447519480.51F56339348629E288D7A44AFD0132CDFB6D9D47%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d53e681182bd497%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH1eeEmcwfrQQLAfqre9bHxj-QME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d53e681182bd497%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331852107%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1478361E4BC6699171DED639EAFDA19447519480.51F56339348629E288D7A44AFD0132CDFB6D9D47%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d53e681182bd497%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH1eeEmcwfrQQLAfqre9bHxj-QME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-3677949862203560936?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d53e681182bd497&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3677949862203560936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=3677949862203560936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3677949862203560936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3677949862203560936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterflies.html' title='butterflies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/Sdu44hHckHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Tfk0jNvjtdI/s72-c/IMG_4993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-893263584422424959</id><published>2009-04-02T16:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:27:25.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren girl turns 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SdVJnsnynbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TUfvhH03wxw/s1600-h/together.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320239481149889970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SdVJnsnynbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TUfvhH03wxw/s320/together.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SdVJnbYZBYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nnuBNQMNg_8/s1600-h/side+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320239476521895298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SdVJnbYZBYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nnuBNQMNg_8/s320/side+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby girl turned 2 on Tuesday! Wow! I can't believe my youngest is 2 already. We had a fun birthday, but her party will actually be tomorrow evening. We're just going to have family and her cousins Katelyn and Emily come over. It will be fun to watch her open presents and get excited about her butterfly cake I'm going to make. Yep, I'm gonna make her a butterfly-shaped cake - it's really cupcakes and cakes, but the pattern looks pretty simple. I'll have to post a picture if it looks good enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also went to BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) for the first time today. She liked it and learned about manna. Grant was excited for her to go. It's exciting for her to be learning about God and the life of Moses, of all things!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SdVJnu3TcNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dFEqNZXqqvc/s1600-h/painting+nails.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320239481751826642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SdVJnu3TcNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dFEqNZXqqvc/s320/painting+nails.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8578508487734552429-893263584422424959?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/893263584422424959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=893263584422424959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/893263584422424959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/893263584422424959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/lauren-girl-turns-2.html' title='Lauren girl turns 2!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SdVJnsnynbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TUfvhH03wxw/s72-c/together.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-5960629254181972041</id><published>2009-03-19T09:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:36:10.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a renter's quandry</title><content type='html'>We rent our home. Today, I'm happy to type something like that. It's not such a good time to own a home in the Phoenix area right now. We sold our beautiful home 2 years ago because of the direction we thought/think the housing market is taking. We were right, BUT we weren't prepared for the owner of our rental home to foreclose on US. Apparently this is happening more and more from the stories I am hearing. It happened to my parents a couple of years ago. They were renting and the owners couldn't make payments and foreclosed on them too. But here, the landlord didn't bother to tell us. I found out on my own. I'm sneaky that way. I also found that 5 of his other properties are also in foreclosure. Excellent. He tells me he's trying to modify the loan, etc, but with so many other properties in foreclosure, I'm guessing that's just not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20 is the magic date and we're looking for a place to live now. I'd love to buy and have it over with, but we also don't think it's time yet. We think there's another year to this housing madness in Phoenix. What if the landlord forecloses again? I suppose there's never a sure thing, but it will be frustrating to have to look the house up in the tax records every month to make sure you're not missing anything and have enough time to recup the deposits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband also wants to stay here for as long as possible. It does make sense, no rent, delay moving, harvest the fruits, which are vegetables, of the garden my dad just planted, etc. So, I guess we're waiting for an eviction notice, which terrifies me. We've done nothing wrong and yet we'll get an eviction notice. They give you 2 weeks after that (so I've heard) to move out. Sean wants to see if the bank will rent it to us while they try to sell it. Never heard of that happening, but I suppose it's worth a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-5960629254181972041?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5960629254181972041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=5960629254181972041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/5960629254181972041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/5960629254181972041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/03/renters-quandry.html' title='a renter&apos;s quandry'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-8744000445282431599</id><published>2009-03-17T17:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:51:28.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they moved away.....again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFXv49FCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wcEifsufcWw/s1600-h/IMG_4726.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFXv49FCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wcEifsufcWw/s320/IMG_4726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314323834591843362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFXYJ7HEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Os-OmkVdGk/s1600-h/IMG_4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFXYJ7HEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Os-OmkVdGk/s320/IMG_4695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314323828220566594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFXGaW3NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E1t_ImMp0NM/s1600-h/IMG_4690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFXGaW3NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E1t_ImMp0NM/s320/IMG_4690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314323823457656018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFWkoXyJI/AAAAAAAAAME/DLS6irgeMC0/s1600-h/IMG_4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFWkoXyJI/AAAAAAAAAME/DLS6irgeMC0/s320/IMG_4675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314323814389631122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFWKQ35LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QkLGSZAdQDU/s1600-h/IMG_4674.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFWKQ35LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QkLGSZAdQDU/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314323807311750322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEE8UyDiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/unFQbFAZIOA/s1600-h/IMG_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEE8UyDiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/unFQbFAZIOA/s320/IMG_4655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314322412000644642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEEvkZqzI/AAAAAAAAALs/S9A2fpLAGCg/s1600-h/IMG_4649.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/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEEvkZqzI/AAAAAAAAALs/S9A2fpLAGCg/s320/IMG_4649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314322408576494386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBED00mHsI/AAAAAAAAALk/U4i-Oefw_W4/s1600-h/IMG_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBED00mHsI/AAAAAAAAALk/U4i-Oefw_W4/s320/IMG_4642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314322392806727362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEDtUo10I/AAAAAAAAALc/e8yl64Bxh9w/s1600-h/IMG_4621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEDtUo10I/AAAAAAAAALc/e8yl64Bxh9w/s320/IMG_4621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314322390793639746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEDgomMFI/AAAAAAAAALU/8dQtm0iQ0FU/s1600-h/IMG_4626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBEDgomMFI/AAAAAAAAALU/8dQtm0iQ0FU/s320/IMG_4626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314322387387691090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my parents officially have no belongings here in Arizona, except us of course. I haven't blogged in awhile, lots of stuff going on. We've had friends visit from Alaska, I was in Denver for a BSF retreat (amazing!!!), and then my brother and 2 of his kids were here for awhile and then helped my parents drive the rest of their belongings to Missouri. They arrived there late last night (early this am, I guess).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just post some pics to fill you in. Some pictures Grant took, so beware.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8578508487734552429-8744000445282431599?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8744000445282431599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=8744000445282431599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8744000445282431599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8744000445282431599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-moved-awayagain.html' title='they moved away.....again'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/ScBFXv49FCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wcEifsufcWw/s72-c/IMG_4726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-6949510743585635468</id><published>2009-02-23T18:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:06:41.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry little one</title><content type='html'>Today was the day. You were due to be born today. I wish I could see your eyes, your smile, your face, hear you cry. God called you to Himself before I had a chance for all of that, but I look forward to the day I will know you better. I don't know what it will be like, but I am ready for it. I am ready to look upon you and see you how God sees you. We were excited for you, little one, and you would've loved to hang out with your brother and sister, and mommy and daddy too. I'm sorry this happened and you were taken away. There is always a place in my heart for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-6949510743585635468?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6949510743585635468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=6949510743585635468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6949510743585635468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6949510743585635468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-little-one.html' title='Sorry little one'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-5639034910776261406</id><published>2009-02-12T18:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:31:50.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>It's been a looooooong time folks! I've been reading some of your blogs though, just not taking the time to write on my own - to like the 2 or 3 of you who read this! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting past month. I decided to stop the Masters degree for now. Given the state of the economy (or lack thereof really), we decided it's not really the time to be getting into debt. We've been faithful to stay out of it, so we really don't want to step back into it - especially during a depression. Yes, depression, I said it. Soon they will announce we're in a depression - just like they announced we are in a recession and had been for a year. Yeah, like we didn't all know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I've decided to take up canning! We'll see how I do. I joined an organics fruit/veggie club where I get a big basketful of food every other Saturday. I'm going to try to can most of it with a pressure canner. I'm borrowing my dad's to see how it goes and then I'll buy my own. There are a few reasons to start canning. If I told you the main one though, you'd think I'm crazy, so I'll just keep it to myself for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also entering the world of macs. We ordered our first iMac today and we get it next week. I'm excited, and also a bit nervous of course since I've never used one and don't know how it all operates. Yikes - I think Apple tutors you though, so I may need to do that if I feel completely clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's that for a little update? Not too exciting. We're having some friends come visit from Alaska for the week. We're going to show them things they haven't seen in awhile. Things like dirt, the sun, light, just the basics. It's dark where they live most of the day, but they get a little bit of dusk during the day. Then in the summer it's mostly light all day and some dusk at night. Weird, huh? I think that'd be hard to get used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-5639034910776261406?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5639034910776261406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=5639034910776261406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/5639034910776261406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/5639034910776261406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-1520697075901326324</id><published>2009-01-06T17:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:15:31.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been that long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SWPz2Eb74UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mhVcQrRmfgU/s1600-h/IMG_4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288338497692492098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SWPz2Eb74UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mhVcQrRmfgU/s320/IMG_4159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it's January already! I'm so sad December is over. It's absolutely my favorite month ever. I just love everything associated with it - the traditions, decorating, food, family, shopping, adopting families/people, telling others the Reason for the season, and so on. Thank you Father for sending your Son! The countdown is on - 11 more months until Christmas time.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean and I also started P90X on January 1. It's a good workout, but I really like the food program that goes along with it. It's kind of like having your own personal chef telling you what to eat (except I get to cook it!). Not all of the food is the best, but I'm surprised by the versatility of it. We've been doing it a week now and I'm already starting to feel some progress! We took some "before" pictures. yikes...... A word of advice, don't take a picture of yourself in a bikini in the middle of winter, right before bed. But, we printed them out and they're gonna hang on the mirror as a little motivation. I think I'll put mine down in the corner so I don't have to see it as much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a great Christmas - less presents, which was good and less stressful for them. Grant's birthday is next Tuesday. We're celebrating it on Sunday with his friends at Makutu's Island. He's super excited about that. It's a huge indoor play place with trees to climb in and slides and ladders and tunnels, etc. He can't stop talking about it. It's hard to believe he's going to be 4 though, and then Lauren's 2 just a couple of months later. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics of Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288338506599191346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SWPz2lndUzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/KSLy1x8RPfw/s320/IMG_4141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288338499025759442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SWPz2JZz7NI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5Mj8cFtxNCw/s320/IMG_4091.JPG" border="0" /&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/8578508487734552429-1520697075901326324?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1520697075901326324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=1520697075901326324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1520697075901326324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1520697075901326324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/has-it-been-that-long.html' title='Has it been that long?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SWPz2Eb74UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mhVcQrRmfgU/s72-c/IMG_4159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-3102453060251068588</id><published>2008-12-11T15:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:45.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahoe</title><content type='html'>So Sean and I get another weekend by ourselves! Thanks again Aramark! We are headed to Tahoe this time, a place I've never been. I've always wanted to go there because I hear it's beautiful and the skiing is amazing. So we booked a little extra time to stay on Sunday to get in some skiing, etc, except there's no snow there. Yep, they are actually getting it while we are leaving. It's supposed to snow on Sunday, so hopefully our flight will get out on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're excited to spend some time by ourselves. I plan on reading and sleeping. I'm looking forward to the quiet. Hopefully my parents are NOT looking forward to quiet, but a rambunctious fun time with the kids! What I'm not looking forward to, or maybe I'm just not quite prepared for it, is the cold. The high in Tahoe for Friday is 47 - ok, I can deal with that, it was 47 when I got up this morning (although it got up to 70s). But the high for Saturday and Sunday is 26. Um, that's cold. When was the last time I saw 26? Hmmm, I'm seriously not too sure. I guess I'll have to stick the thinsulate in my leather coat. Do you people who live in that weather wear long underwear all of the time? I do believe my blood has thinned. How quickly I forget winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-3102453060251068588?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3102453060251068588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=3102453060251068588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3102453060251068588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3102453060251068588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/12/tahoe.html' title='Tahoe'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2024052412176111669</id><published>2008-12-11T15:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:19:07.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoolights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQmYmoa_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KaCsjcjyoew/s1600-h/IMG_3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278659227368844274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQmYmoa_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KaCsjcjyoew/s320/IMG_3921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our annual trip to Zoolights. Zoolights is great - it's where the Phoenix Zoo puts lights on everything. It's pretty amazing. They have camel rides and such as well. There is one area there where these trees light up and are coordinated with some music. The kids loved it. They were out dancing to it. I videotaped them, but it was too dark to see what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQlyuquqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QpUppah5_gQ/s1600-h/IMG_3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278659217202002594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQlyuquqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QpUppah5_gQ/s320/IMG_3902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQlVsm6-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l6tz1jNqyYY/s1600-h/IMG_3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278659209408736226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQlVsm6-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l6tz1jNqyYY/s320/IMG_3901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Aileen - Or Eeen, as Lauren calls her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQm2MFKbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/r34f9K3SttQ/s1600-h/trussells.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278659235310545330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQm2MFKbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/r34f9K3SttQ/s320/trussells.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our good friends -- Nate and Kristen&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/8578508487734552429-2024052412176111669?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2024052412176111669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2024052412176111669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2024052412176111669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2024052412176111669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/12/zoolights.html' title='Zoolights'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SUGQmYmoa_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KaCsjcjyoew/s72-c/IMG_3921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2006829038246634394</id><published>2008-11-30T22:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:56:53.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN59_4oCMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QCtHZx8B_SE/s1600-h/lauren+so+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693694608902338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN59_4oCMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QCtHZx8B_SE/s320/lauren+so+big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize I haven't posted many pictures recently. Heck, I only had 2 blogs for the month of November! 3 with this one I guess. Soooooo, like everyone else we had some Thanksgiving. I hosted it at my home for the first time. I cooked 2 turkeys. One we did in the oven (the big one, thankfully) and it was done in time for all 26 guests. The other we decided to fry. Well, we had to wait forever for the oil to heat up, so that became our turkey dessert. I think it was better that way anyway because everyone wanted to watch it go in and see how it was done. The overall concensus is that it was more moist, but my thought was - how much money did I just spend on all of that oil? I personally don't know that it's worth it. Maybe if you fried up the whole neighborhood's turkeys........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some pics since I haven't shared any recently.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693694776225010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN5-AghLPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kPzS-oaQeiM/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The turkey going in and then coming out. It was a big deal folks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693711046637554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN5-9Hr9_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ckqXmbjXw4M/s320/IMG_3785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693707041527570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN5-uMy1xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Up11dHzqP0k/s320/IMG_3788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694364778669698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN6lAdjJoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6aIDpvSvd1g/s320/IMG_3794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693702867395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN5-epmo7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/fdqWcvBn5jI/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694377123207474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN6luct2TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2LfOFoPkK-4/s320/IMG_3797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a crazy rain downpour with hail. It looked like snow! There was a LOT of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694610191723826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN6zSslLTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ptfAP2SgTvc/s320/IMG_3809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sean with his "Christmas ball." It's a wad of lights that don't work, but we needed the rest of the lights to finish the roof line! He's a little embarassed about that...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694616035231746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN6zodyCAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qTMdlcwGUFw/s320/IMG_3810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The finished product.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694404575967506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN6nUt9uRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q51nLsr2LpE/s320/IMG_3813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our family, although it's a blurry picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694398198388642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN6m89bl6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/x-aqOtAWXbU/s320/IMG_3806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lauren during light hanging. It was a little chilly and she wanted to wear a hat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694386178258274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN6mQLm9WI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_xfFUU5iKvM/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can't get those silly crocs off of her. Annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-2006829038246634394?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2006829038246634394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2006829038246634394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2006829038246634394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2006829038246634394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/STN59_4oCMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QCtHZx8B_SE/s72-c/lauren+so+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2384991987814175491</id><published>2008-11-14T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:46:31.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grant's hanging out with Aileen and Lauren is taking a nap. Sean is in Tucson for business. Ahhhhhh. I am going to do this before I get to work on my assignment do this week for school. Yes school. I've got one class down and 11 to go until I receive my MBA. Then what? Ah, that's the question. Let me know your ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm sitting here thinking, chewing on some Bit-O-Honeys, let me ask you a question. What is your favorite candy? I mean anything - jelly beans, twizzlers, snickers, homemade toffee (yum), starburst, etc. What do you just love to eat when you have a candy craving? I have a few faves. Bit-O-Honey is definitely one of them - although I don't have them often. My mom makes the best toffee, which we have at Christmas. I love Twizzlers though. They really do make this mouth happy. They are low-fat, easy to eat, etc. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-2384991987814175491?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2384991987814175491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2384991987814175491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2384991987814175491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2384991987814175491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/11/grants-hanging-out-with-aileen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-4467382703447671088</id><published>2008-11-11T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:54:47.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so sue me</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I haven't blogged in awhile. I've been avoiding some things I guess. Mainly, I guess all of the politics and the election. Oh, we're doing good here, I've just come to some realizations. I won't share them all, but the main one is that God's in control. Am I just realizing that? No, but I've been reminded of that. Also, these are exciting times we live in! The first African-American (well, half anyway....) will be President in a couple of months - I'm proud that Americans have gotten over themselves and race isn't an issue. I'm sad that some seem to think if you didn't vote for him, then you're a racist. That is a weird presumption to make. Still trying to understand that one anyway. Maybe if you didn't vote for him then you simply don't agree with his agenda? Seems like a simpler presumption to make....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God put him in charge for a specific purpose. Without sounding like I'm a conspiracy theorist, I believe our world's getting ready to become "one." As exciting as that sounds, it signals we're closer to the "end" than ever before. Since he's being touted as the world's president (that in itself shows you something), the world may be coming together for peace, one currency, etc. - we're ushering in a new era here folks. And it's exciting! We need to be praying. We need to be telling others about Christ. We need to be praying, praying, praying - can't stress that one enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-4467382703447671088?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4467382703447671088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=4467382703447671088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4467382703447671088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4467382703447671088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-sue-me.html' title='so sue me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-7121853256781663920</id><published>2008-10-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:23:02.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's Skin Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3bb149f9625bbd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f3bb149f9625bbd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331852107%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A303D74150DA801231445CF7C8B42275ADB6A7.55103C05DA02F5D2E57749A75BA81CD1FCBAEDF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3bb149f9625bbd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYWWCTjJB2q94cJqJvuoPSjUFRxw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f3bb149f9625bbd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331852107%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A303D74150DA801231445CF7C8B42275ADB6A7.55103C05DA02F5D2E57749A75BA81CD1FCBAEDF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3bb149f9625bbd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYWWCTjJB2q94cJqJvuoPSjUFRxw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Sean did a little surgery on Ryan while he was here. He cut off 2 of them from Ryan, his 4th and 5th skin tag removals. Pesky skin tags anyone? For a small fee, Sean will remove them for you. Cauterizing is available when needed. Don't act like you don't have any - are you over 25? I'm guessing most of my readers are - except my niece and nephews who read this.... And if you're over 25, your body starts doing some crazy things my friend. Crazy things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-7121853256781663920?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f3bb149f9625bbd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7121853256781663920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=7121853256781663920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7121853256781663920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7121853256781663920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/ryans-skin-tags.html' title='Ryan&apos;s Skin Tags'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-8458593324118398041</id><published>2008-10-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:48:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the fam</title><content type='html'>So I don't like living far away from my family. It stinks. I was reminded of it more when my brother, wife and daughter came to visit. It was so great to have them here and just hang out together. We didn't have to do anything special but just spend time together and talk. I love my little bro and he has a great wife and baby girl. I miss them, and my older brother's family too. They all get to live by each other up in Missouri, but I am stuck down here in Arizona. Don't get my wrong, I love Arizona. I love Sean's sister Aileen - probably couldn't survive without her. Her parents are great too, hanging out with the kids on the weekend and whenever I need help. We are never lacking for someone to watch and love the kids. I don't think we've ever had to pay for babysitting yet, and they are being loved by their family at the same time. It would be very difficult for me to rip them away from them. At the same time though, my heart yearns to be with my family and I miss them. It's so far to drive and getting so expensive to fly, so trips are not frequent (how many times can I say "so" in a sentence?). I just wish we could all live by one another like we want. But how can we do that when we all have lives where we are - lives that are good and hard to interrupt? I'm just being selfish and want everything all at once. I know we will all be together in Heaven, but that's a ways away right? At least we think so..... :) For now I'll have to settle on the once a year trip to Missouri and hope they'll come this way sometimes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-8458593324118398041?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8458593324118398041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=8458593324118398041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8458593324118398041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8458593324118398041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-fam.html' title='missing the fam'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-7388276759805778185</id><published>2008-10-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:16:03.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SPOseIFBGRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/neszwQlrtcQ/s1600-h/4mos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256734823636080914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SPOseIFBGRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/neszwQlrtcQ/s320/4mos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to live life and be happy everything is great. Love your kids, your husband, be happy you have a job, watch a football game, etc. When things go upside down, it makes you prioritize and appreciate some things better. It's not that I didn't appreciate my niece Cadence before, but now I just want to hug her and kiss her and really try to bond with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday night, we received an upsetting phone call that Cadence was taking by ambulance to the children's hospital in KC. Her platelets were low, very low. They gave her more and they went up, but would drop again quickly after that. At one point, they were at 2000! They are supposed to be around 150,000. Crazy. No one knew what was happening. The doctors had a few ideas - ITP or do some tests for leukemia. Yikes, that's a scary word. In the end, they gave Cadence a treatment of immuno-globins or something like that and her body responded well and she is now building her own platelets. She was at 115,000 for her last test and is right now getting ready to go home after spending 2 1/2 days in the hospital. Her treatment should last 3 weeks and she'll be tested again. They won't now for about 6 months if this is something that will be recurring or just a one-time deal. Doctors don't know why ITP happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was/is a scary time, but makes you realize how precious our children are, and other people for that matter. I didn't want Ryan and Tiffany to have to go through that. I wanted to do it for them if I could. That must be something very hard for parents to go through, especially for a child only 4 months old. We are so happy our precious Cadence is feeling better and her platelets are near normal levels. We are still praying for her, and ask you to as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-7388276759805778185?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7388276759805778185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=7388276759805778185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7388276759805778185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7388276759805778185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/cadence.html' title='Cadence'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SPOseIFBGRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/neszwQlrtcQ/s72-c/4mos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2674599768012714116</id><published>2008-10-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:58:48.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So here we are, it's Friday and just finishing up the week. I'm in the middle of making my famous (to us anyway) chili since tomorrow it's supposed to be 80. That's cold, folks. Downright chilly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the middle of "week 4" of the MBA and it's going well so far. I think I've got a decent handle on how things work. It's a lot different than on campus, that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was promoted to Sales Manager at work, so that's the big news here. If we had any thoughts of moving out of Phoenix before, those are gone. It's long overdue and we're really proud of him. He'll be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're excited about fall around here. Grant's still talking about pumpkin day - which is October 23, by the way, when Ryan, Tiffany, and lil Cadence are around and hopefully the parents too. I'll post some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grant's being doing a bunch of stuff in preschool with pumpkins and having a lot of fun. His teacher has such great ideas! He's got the week off next week for fall break, so we'll have to come up with some fun things to do here as well - which will include cleaning the house for our guest's arrival. Grant actually enjoys cleaning so I take advantage of it while it lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're headed to Vegas next weekend for Sean's award trip. I can usually handle Vegas for a day before all of the gaudiness gets to me, but there are some fun things planned and I'm excited to get away for a couple days without the kids. Apparently Aramark rented out Studio 54 for an evening, so that should be fun. Now to find some "club" clothes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255678706709161906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SO_r8B7757I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-ZeqlB3eOMQ/s320/IMG_3337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture is of Grant and Lauren and their new cousin baby Jace (actually my cousin's son).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255678708676798370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SO_r8JRDp6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8-37kyHc5pc/s320/IMG_3361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen, Grant and Lauren at Makutu's Island - an indoor play place, super fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-2674599768012714116?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2674599768012714116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2674599768012714116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2674599768012714116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2674599768012714116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-here-we-are-its-friday-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SO_r8B7757I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-ZeqlB3eOMQ/s72-c/IMG_3337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-1549798257138813155</id><published>2008-10-03T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:15:42.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>She's a growin!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! We had Lauren's 18-month check-up today and she's growing! She shot up in heighth to 32 inches - over the 50th percentile! For her weight she gained a couple of pounds and is finally in the 20-pound club at 20 lbs. 4 oz. That is the 5th percentile. She was struggling to stay in the 3rd before, so the doctor was very happy. And we were informed we can turn her around in the carseat now. Um, okay. Cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-1549798257138813155?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1549798257138813155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=1549798257138813155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1549798257138813155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1549798257138813155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-growin.html' title='She&apos;s a growin!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-7001551979904354817</id><published>2008-09-21T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:51:08.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>This is just going to be some random thoughts on some random topics.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm doing alright. I've got the first week under my belt and I think I'm getting the hang of things. It's definitely going to be some work, but I'll get it done. I think having more things to do helps me get things done too. I know that I have limited time to do things, so I don't do as much dawdling.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sean's in Burbank until Thursday night. He's got his management class for Aramark and then he interviews on Monday also. Tomorrow's a big day for him, so we are doing a lot of praying.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we have a lot going on right now in our lives. God is taking care of it all, or else I think things would simply overwhelm us.&lt;br /&gt;Also - sick of the government bailing everybody out. Yes, it may help in the short term, but not in the long. They are going to own everything soon. Sean's ready to go out and buy a generator and stock up on food and water. Anyone else have these thoughts? It's a scary world out there, thank goodness our faith is in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Tiffany and my parents are coming out for a visit in October. We're VERY excited to have them here. Also hoping it's still not 100 degrees every day by then. Maybe we'll be in the 90s..... :) Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;So, how's that for a blog? I guess that's truly a blog because they are just quick thoughts off the top of my head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-7001551979904354817?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7001551979904354817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=7001551979904354817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7001551979904354817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7001551979904354817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-4936519278484005321</id><published>2008-09-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:18:53.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm overwhelmed. I started the MBA program yesterday at the Univ of Phoenix. I think a lot of it is just trying to get everything down that I'm supposed to do. Like how many times I have to comment, what type of comment it has to be, what forum it needs to be in, etc. This first week isn't too difficult - reading and getting acquainted with the website. The whole thing is going to be more time consuming than I thought though. Kind of worried about that. I'm just going to take each class at a time and pray pray pray. Sean is being a good support and Aileen is volunteering her time when she's off work to help with the kids. She really does a lot for me and I appreciate her so much! I've said it before, but I'll say again how blessed I am to have her for a sister-in-law.  Alright, well, I don't think I'll get as much blogging done in the future - I'll be online, but just talking some different people. I'll be around as much as possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-4936519278484005321?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4936519278484005321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=4936519278484005321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4936519278484005321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4936519278484005321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-4256525708981688101</id><published>2008-09-12T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:33:50.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Cardinals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrRyytneRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JVCtEtOXW4g/s1600-h/IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245235386563131666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrRyytneRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JVCtEtOXW4g/s320/IMG_3309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrRzPjViCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bp-3rt4XeU0/s1600-h/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245235394304641058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrRzPjViCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bp-3rt4XeU0/s320/IMG_3316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am a Rams fan and Sean is a Bears fan and Aileen is a Colts fan, we are trying not to confuse our children. Soooooooo, go Arizona Cardinals! It's easier for me to be a Cardinals fan with Kurt Warner (former Ram) as the QB. As long as they like football in general, we're good. So they got some Fitzgerald jerseys today and decided to wear them around. Grant and Sean got box seats to a DBacks game tonight so Grant says he has to be sure to put his DBacks shirt back on. He is excited to stay out late with daddy -- past his bed time, he keeps reminding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245235397955790898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrRzdJ1qDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/G3dCmUf9RWk/s320/IMG_3303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-4256525708981688101?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4256525708981688101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=4256525708981688101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4256525708981688101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4256525708981688101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-cardinals.html' title='Go Cardinals!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrRyytneRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JVCtEtOXW4g/s72-c/IMG_3309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-4015075941768817047</id><published>2008-09-12T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:27:17.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photographer Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQD7iQPmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/plTpXn8a_BM/s1600-h/IMG_3291.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245233481965911650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQD7iQPmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/plTpXn8a_BM/s200/IMG_3291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQECQs6DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fDpYn6_uUc/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245233483771340850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQECQs6DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fDpYn6_uUc/s200/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQEU_zAnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0s63O7_EeCE/s1600-h/IMG_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245233488800711282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQEU_zAnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0s63O7_EeCE/s200/IMG_3299.JPG" 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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grant decided to take some pictures yesterday with my camera. Here are some of his shots. Not too bad for his first time, I'd say.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQEcSZKdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3Rm79aN5Rvs/s1600-h/IMG_3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245233490757757394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQEcSZKdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3Rm79aN5Rvs/s200/IMG_3300.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/8578508487734552429-4015075941768817047?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4015075941768817047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=4015075941768817047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4015075941768817047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4015075941768817047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/photographer-grant.html' title='photographer Grant'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrQD7iQPmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/plTpXn8a_BM/s72-c/IMG_3291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-3441618263030575048</id><published>2008-09-12T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:23:04.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sock sliding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrPilxCaaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3gJ2OaFOg34/s1600-h/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232909186656674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrPilxCaaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3gJ2OaFOg34/s320/IMG_3268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrPiqM3a8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tv_ZOq-8hVY/s1600-h/IMG_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232910377118658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrPiqM3a8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tv_ZOq-8hVY/s320/IMG_3276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrPjB2qOBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NW_7zn04yKc/s1600-h/IMG_3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232916726429714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrPjB2qOBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NW_7zn04yKc/s320/IMG_3271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we donned some of our winter socks and did some "sock sliding" on the tile by the front entry. It was fun and whoever fell down apparently "lost" according to Grant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-3441618263030575048?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3441618263030575048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=3441618263030575048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3441618263030575048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3441618263030575048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/sock-sliding.html' title='sock sliding'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SMrPilxCaaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3gJ2OaFOg34/s72-c/IMG_3268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-3659840813379143791</id><published>2008-09-09T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:37:53.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MBA? yikes</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm gonna do it - go get my MBA. I'm actually going to do it online, so we'll see how it goes. I'm not sure if I'm ready to get into "student" mode. Once I earn the MBA, I'm going to try to teach online and then when the kids are older, I can use it for my career as well. Hopefully I can get in the swing of things again. So I've got a busy year ahead of me: full-time stay at home mom (this is the primary job of course!), realtor (which is picking up), discussion leader with BSF (this is a great Bible study if you can find one in your area), and now full-time student. I've had a lot more energy recently though, so, with God's help, I believe I can do it all! We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the weather's getting a little better here. You all have talked about how it's been cool and rainy, but it's been hot here. Of course. But the mornings have been cool, which is the first sign that fall/winter is on its way. And the evenings have been good for grilling. Speaking of cool weather, we are super excited for fall around here - I've already bought some pumpkin and "leaves" scented things. I just love this time of year and Christmas. Grant keeps asking when it's going to be "pumpkin day." We read a book about pumpkin day and now he thinks that we have one. Well, we'll just have to. We'll head out to Schnepf's Farm and eat chili and cornbread, ride on the rides and pick pumpkins. Then Grant wants to come back and carve his, but he says he wants his to be nice, not scary. I think I'm going to have to explain to him this year why we don't dress up or celebrate Halloween. We'll see how that goes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-3659840813379143791?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3659840813379143791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=3659840813379143791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3659840813379143791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3659840813379143791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/mba-yikes.html' title='MBA? yikes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-263691701523699340</id><published>2008-09-04T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:26:49.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>molar pregnancy</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor last week for my post-op check-up from the D&amp;amp;C I had for the miscarriage. Everything's going well, then I'm told to wait because the doctor needs to go over the results from the procedure with me and I'm given a huge stack of lab paperwork (for future blood tests) to take with me. She sits down with me and explains that I had a molar pregnancy. Well, I'd heard the term molar pregnancy before, but didn't really know what it was. I had a partial molar, which means that probably 2 sperm fertilized one egg, but didn't result in twins. A fetus developed, but just for a short time because the placenta overwhelmed it. The placenta started growing at a much faster rate than normal and produced a lot more pregnancy hormone. This is why I was so tired and nauseous - more so than my other pregnancies. Soooooooo, if not all of the placenta was taken out, it can still grow, becoming cancerous. Thus the reason for all of the blood tests. I have to go once a week for a month, every other week for another 2 months, then once a month after that for 6 months. The bloodwork should show my pregnancy hormone level at 0 and they want to make sure that it &lt;em&gt;stays&lt;/em&gt; there. If it doesn't, it means it's becoming cancerous and they have to nip it in the bud. So, we can't get pregnant for at least 6 months, which is alright I guess. I've read other stories of women with this who actually had to go through chemo and can't have children again. I'd say I'm blessed that my doctor caught it. And again, God is protecting me/us through all of it. Have any of you had this happen to you? Similar experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-263691701523699340?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/263691701523699340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=263691701523699340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/263691701523699340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/263691701523699340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/molar-pregnancy.html' title='molar pregnancy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-4289507602662633982</id><published>2008-09-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:05:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sweet Prescott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7RspySiGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y3ULuAqN_80/s1600-h/IMG_3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857581367068770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7RspySiGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y3ULuAqN_80/s320/IMG_3202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7Rs2druOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T_nlj4-W2CI/s1600-h/IMG_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857584770300130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7Rs2druOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T_nlj4-W2CI/s320/IMG_3213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7Rs5ImUdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2mtFL9Nadk4/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857585487172050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7Rs5ImUdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2mtFL9Nadk4/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7RtGlOciI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K7UBlPKwfiM/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857589096903202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7RtGlOciI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K7UBlPKwfiM/s320/IMG_3211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss it already. We went up to Prescott in the high country this past weekend. It was a last minute, spur of the moment thing, and it was a great decision. We don't do this enough like we used to. My cousin Angie lives up there with her family. Her husband is a golf pro at Talking Rock - a country club and golf community. He was able to get us a sweet house to stay in while we were there, wish I would've taken pictures. Anyway, the weather was just perfect, 70s, no humidity. The boys got to golf (another couple went with us). Grant golfed his first 18 holes and had a good time. We got to ride 4-wheelers and Grant and Lauren got to play with their cousins. Angie actually went in to labor while we were there with their 3rd child. Jace, their son, was born yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was perfect there. Grant was out golfing, Lauren was napping, and I got to sit outside and read. Then I went in and had Oreos and read some more. Believe me, I did not want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-4289507602662633982?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4289507602662633982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=4289507602662633982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4289507602662633982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4289507602662633982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-sweet-prescott.html' title='Oh sweet Prescott'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SL7RspySiGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y3ULuAqN_80/s72-c/IMG_3202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-1677635677716471029</id><published>2008-08-28T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:34:17.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf clubs for the little guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SLcIjqlHPWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CngMYBXK220/s1600-h/first+set+of+clubs+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239666100287257954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SLcIjqlHPWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CngMYBXK220/s320/first+set+of+clubs+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239666102115013042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SLcIjxY4kbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Eqg0LDl-VZ4/s320/more+starbucks+please.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We decided to go to Starbucks for a little dessert the other night. We came home with a set of clubs for Grant-man. He and Sean golfed 9 holes the day before and so Sean decided they're going to golf together once a week. Grant is VERY excited. Every day he asks to go golfing. His golf clubs are actually real nice and he loves having a rain cover. Lauren, on the other hand, is a girl after her mom's own heart. She's holding a venti latte that's almost as big as she is.  Thankfully I always get decaf, so it was mainly just sugar intake. Yes, she's extremely messy, pay no attention.That was actually a good trip to Starbucks for me because the oh-so-nice barista made me a Pumpkin Spice Latte before they officially come out for the fall. Which, they're supposed to be on the menu Sept. 8 or 18, can't remember which. Sorry, I'm just a huge fan of iced decaf nonfat PSLs with a little whip on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-1677635677716471029?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1677635677716471029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=1677635677716471029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1677635677716471029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1677635677716471029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/08/golf-clubs-for-little-guy.html' title='Golf clubs for the little guy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SLcIjqlHPWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CngMYBXK220/s72-c/first+set+of+clubs+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-1379264642827681802</id><published>2008-08-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:49:17.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant at preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SK8l-BxpRcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ObnfAsSABy0/s1600-h/IMG_3169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237446639213954498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SK8l-BxpRcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ObnfAsSABy0/s320/IMG_3169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I struggled for awhile deciding what to do for school for Grant. Do I homeschool, Christian school, charter school, public school....etc. So many choices, so many opinions from all different people. Thankfully, I think I still have another year or 2 before the big decision, but for now I have him going to a preschool. He's young yet, only 3 1/2, but his 2 cousins go to this school as well, and I want him to grow up close with his cousins, like I did. It's a preschool in a lady's house and she used to teach at a Montessori school. I like the things he's learning. Do I think I could teach him the same things here? Yes. I just don't think he'd actually pay attention. I have tried to teach him other things and he always wants to run off and do something else. Part of it is just his age - I mean, he's just 3, part of it is me, he'd rather be playing. All in all, it's a good change of pace for us. He goes M,W,F for 3 hours in the morning. I get to have one-on-one time with Lauren and he gets to learn and be around other kids. He's still getting used to it, but he enjoys it when he goes. So, all that being said, here are some fun pics of the kids. One is Grant's first day and the others are just having fun around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SK8l-XFOQVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xax4HXgU7eE/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237446644933214546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SK8l-XFOQVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xax4HXgU7eE/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SK8l-O2RaxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qKSJXrIB_Fs/s1600-h/IMG_3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237446642723023634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SK8l-O2RaxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qKSJXrIB_Fs/s320/IMG_3175.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/8578508487734552429-1379264642827681802?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1379264642827681802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=1379264642827681802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1379264642827681802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/1379264642827681802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/08/grant-at-preschool.html' title='Grant at preschool'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SK8l-BxpRcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ObnfAsSABy0/s72-c/IMG_3169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-7573645681011577208</id><published>2008-08-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:06:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>I always felt like when people asked "why did this happen to me?" that they needed to just rely on God. I mean, seriously, just pull it together, stop whining, maybe it had to happen to somebody, so it was you. I'm not known for extreme gentleness to others. I have kind of a suck it up attitude, grin and bear it, you'll get through it.  I know, it sounds like I'm some mean uncaring person, and I'm not like that in all situations. I've sent my share of get-well cards, I've cried with friends, I've made meals, bought things for people, etc. So, when I learned yesterday that I had my third miscarriage, I asked why does this keep happening to me. I cried and cried. I thought, come on God, don't put me through this again. I understand and can sympathize with those who ask why things had to happen to them, why it's hard to just trust God. But that's what you have to do. That's what got me through the other miscarriages and God is doing it again this time. I have learned to lean on Him even more. People are there for you, sure, but God is there all the time - at 3 in the morning when you suddenly wake up and can't get back to sleep, in the middle of the day while dealing with kids, He's there to just pray to and ask for strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe I'm being taught patience, maybe I'm being taught more gentleness, which is something I've been working on developing for a few years now. Whatever it is, I know the Lord is teaching me. I will be open to Him and do His will. It's hard, it's easier to cry and mope, but it's the right thing to do and the thing that will help me the most. And when somebody says why did this happen to me, I can respond in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-7573645681011577208?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7573645681011577208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=7573645681011577208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7573645681011577208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7573645681011577208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-464890836691854837</id><published>2008-08-07T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:59:31.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It happens around 3:00 every day. I'm doing well with the kids, managing the nausea (although eating too much), then 3:00 hits and I turn into a monster. Seriously, I get grumpy, snap at the kids, all I want to do is lay down and have Sean walk in the door to save the day. It hasn't always been like this, just this first trimester with this pregnancy. Grant and Lauren are managing well, but I feel like a big jerk. I also then tell myself I don't have enough energy to make dinner and a bunch of other things. I know remedies to all of this: I need to hit the gym so I have more energy (which is true), I need to eat small things all day long to battle the nausea, etc. So yesterday I decided to get back into the Word. You know, THE WORD, the B-I-B-L-E. And it helped. Of course it would, why wouldn't it? I took a long shower last night after putting the kids to bed. I wanted to get in bed at 9pm, but I stayed up and read the Bible. It was worth it. Today is a new day. I have an hour to go until 3, but I'm feeling pretty good. Even thinking about cleaning the bathrooms.... one step at a time though. ha. I took the kids to the store so Grant could pick out his first backpack - of course, it was green. Then we hit Chick-fil-A for lunch with Aunt Aileen. Lauren's now sleeping, Sean says he's coming home early and Grant just wants to make a pillow fort. I think I'm up for making dinner tonight. Thank you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-464890836691854837?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/464890836691854837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=464890836691854837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/464890836691854837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/464890836691854837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/08/3pm.html' title='3pm'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-2074820352899851510</id><published>2008-07-30T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:57:38.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hair cut and mug shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I got a haircut. I know it doesn't look like much, but it seems I was always trying to grow my hair out. I cut 2 inches off yesterday - which would take me until Christmas probably to grow back out. My bangs aren't in my eyes anymore, which is great too. But I like it and it feels more manageable in the heat. Plus I hear when you're pregnant, you get your hair cut, so, I decided not to let anybody down and fit the mold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I also decided to take some mug shots of the kids so we can all have our pretty faces up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228851342257715410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SJCcl5aYeNI/AAAAAAAAADg/xBEOXMRK4y4/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have to admit, my hair feels a lot shorter than it looks in this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228851345992192018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SJCcmHUwEBI/AAAAAAAAADo/fNr1wxDI5XQ/s320/IMG_3158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grant-man, such a good looking kid. I couldn't ask for a better boy - he's 3 1/2 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228851352360467538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SJCcmfDEPFI/AAAAAAAAADw/5On9akOnv6Q/s320/IMG_3160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And little Lauren. She looks so sweet here, and she is, but she is also a WILD THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-2074820352899851510?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2074820352899851510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=2074820352899851510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2074820352899851510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/2074820352899851510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hair-cut-and-mug-shots.html' title='hair cut and mug shots'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SJCcl5aYeNI/AAAAAAAAADg/xBEOXMRK4y4/s72-c/IMG_3157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-8070926664541871645</id><published>2008-07-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:41:07.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ah, a few moments to myself. Lauren is taking a nap, presumably. Grant is at the store with his Aunt Aileen. I find myself at the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am thankful for Aileen. She is always ready to watch the kids and has also agreed to watch Lauren every Wednesday and every other Thursday this fall! That's amazing and a big commitment! I am going to be a BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) leader again this year and could never do it without a great family that supports and helps. I really feel like I am supposed to do it again, although I am pregnant and feeling tired. I believe God will give me the strength. Also, I learn much more as a leader and am excited to see how my faith will grow as we study Moses and his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sean is finally 30. I think it was kind of hard for him to actually turn 30. He has a lot going on in his life and sometimes I feel so helpless to help him. I appreciate and am encouraged by his love for the Lord and his diligence in following Him and wanting to do the right thing. He is a great husband and I thank the Lord for him. It also hasn't been an easy couple of weeks to love me either as I am moody from this pregnancy (at least I am blaming it on that). I am hoping the next 3 weeks will go quickly so I can end this first trimester and start feeling better. I'm also eating more with this pregnancy than the others, so I need to watch myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228182848356044562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SI48mbkNTxI/AAAAAAAAADI/sOt3aBynPzg/s320/Seans+30th+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228182850269679426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SI48misdD0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8HQJOsCUsC8/s320/Seans+30th+blowingoutcandles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228182852089198114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SI48mpeQtiI/AAAAAAAAADY/AeESj18Dm8c/s320/Seans+30th+lauren.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. The pictures are from Sean's 30th at his parents' house. Aileen and her friend Angie made the cake. Pretty good, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-8070926664541871645?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8070926664541871645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=8070926664541871645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8070926664541871645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8070926664541871645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/07/seans-30th.html' title='Sean&apos;s 30th'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SI48mbkNTxI/AAAAAAAAADI/sOt3aBynPzg/s72-c/Seans+30th+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-4804109352206173234</id><published>2008-07-18T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:26:28.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Back from the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Well, we're back! Been back for a week now, but I needed the rest and break from things before finding time to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Our trip was great! Even though it was 8 days, I think we could've stayed longer. It was wonderful to see "old" friends and to visit with family. Our friends' visits were so short though, since there were a lot to see. It's nice to catch up though and see how each others' lives are changing. God is so faithful and His work is evident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;One of my favorite parts of the trip was Lauren eating wild raspberries. She had a few opportunities and she loved pulling them right off the bush and popping them into her mouth. She was quite a mess after finding many black raspberries in Missouri. It was neat to see her enjoy them. Our only concern is that she would start pulling flowers off plants here and start eating them! I think we've definitely got some "country" kids at heart. Grant had lots of fun riding horses, catching lightning bugs, finding snakes, catching tadpoles and frogs, riding 4 - wheelers, etc. There was a lot to do! He also had so much fun playing with his cousins Andrew and Ethan. We were home not even a day and he asked me "mommy, now what can we do?" He was so used to being on the go, not slowing down, he wasn't too sure what to do with himself. We're settled back into the routine here though and things are going well. Grant finishes his last night of Vacation Bible School tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I think most of you who read this already know the news, but we're pregnant! I'm due February 24 - almost 9 weeks along now. I've had nausea and have been very tired. Sean was gone all week for work in Atlanta, which I think just made me feel more tired since he wasn't here. We've not had much family time together since Sean wasn't able to go on the trip and then he left 2 days later for Atlanta. He celebrates his 30th birthday next week though, so that's something else to look forward to (for me, anyway, since right now I'm 31 and he's 29....).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Here are some pics of the trip, not all of course, but some good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449905436204834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5gjhZHyI/AAAAAAAAACg/nEYNmhtoqw0/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lauren eating wild red raspberries - much cleaner than black...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449467660815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5HErmy0I/AAAAAAAAACA/63fxEYBKLx8/s320/IMG_3100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And here are the black ones - you can't see the full extent of it ALL over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449490785870498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5Ia1DIqI/AAAAAAAAACY/B1-zQNbjwkM/s320/IMG_3122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here are Ryan and Tiffany and sweet Cadence. Isn't she so cute.... Oh wait, where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449914015994994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5hDe-VHI/AAAAAAAAACw/2ruVmNT_nHI/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Our kids! 2 are mine, 2 are Amy's, 2 are Sarah's, and Katia had 1 representing that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449912981147506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5g_oPz3I/AAAAAAAAACo/YBBJAuDw2SA/s320/IMG_2929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My brothers and me --- and our newest-born children. I think Lauren just finished squeezing Cadence's arm. Sorry Cadence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449479513182818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5Hw1bkmI/AAAAAAAAACI/Lt5_ArW54Mg/s320/IMG_3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lauren loves playing the piano. I believe Uncle Aaron was getting her going on some hymns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449487708092018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5IPXP9nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FDo4wrveDBU/s320/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lauren, Caleb and Cadence. Yes, I do have pictures where Cadence is a very sweet little girl. I just caught her here with her tongue hanging out - she was just trying to smile, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449015525763970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID4swWNa4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZKveAlj7kOE/s320/Grant+4-wheeler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grant-man on the 4-wheeler. He is tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224452484677831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID72r8hC7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wL4J9Op0Zvk/s320/IMG_2948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sweet Baby Cadence.....Adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224452488249561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID725QFUMI/AAAAAAAAADA/bck7AR6mhzc/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All of the Lauxes present at the "LFC" Laux Family Reunion this year. What a good looking bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-4804109352206173234?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4804109352206173234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=4804109352206173234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4804109352206173234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/4804109352206173234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-journey.html' title='Back from the Journey'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SID5gjhZHyI/AAAAAAAAACg/nEYNmhtoqw0/s72-c/IMG_2927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-7586573243546623797</id><published>2008-06-26T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:33:34.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm preparing for a bunch of guys to land at my house and then for me and the kids to take off - all on the same day. On Wednesday, I head out to Missouri and Iowa to visit family and friends and I'm taking the kiddos with me. Sean, on the other hand, is staying here and 5 of his friends are flying in. Thankfully, part of their time will be spent in Las Vegas, so they won't have quite as many days to tear apart my house. I guess they are older now and probably not as crazy as they were in college, but, ah, the memories still linger. So, a lot to do before we head out - clean house, pack up the kids, grocery shop for a bunch of guys. Plus we celebrate our 8 year anniversary on Tuesday, so we're headed to dinner and a movie with Aileen and John. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working on not becoming full-on sick. It's just been a cough so far, and now I'm losing my voice. I just always pray the kids don't get it too. We had better not be sick for the big trip! We have 6 days to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Grant is waiting for me to play with some toy pigs. Duty calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216304673511588866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SGQJdqDeRAI/AAAAAAAAABg/BJ5RoiOKoEw/s320/June2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216304844625234546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SGQJnngJSnI/AAAAAAAAABo/ty-7Dt1HZ6s/s320/GL+June2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this picture of Lauren because it looks like she is trying to smile for the camera - like a fake smile. It's funny because she doesn't really know how to fake smile yet, being 1 and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216305745338475010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SGQKcC66ogI/AAAAAAAAABw/tzetn_pGfeo/s320/Lauren+14.5+mos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one I love, although it's a bit blurry.&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/8578508487734552429-7586573243546623797?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7586573243546623797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=7586573243546623797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7586573243546623797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7586573243546623797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-days-to-go.html' title='6 Days to go'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SGQJdqDeRAI/AAAAAAAAABg/BJ5RoiOKoEw/s72-c/June2308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-3719059744023190666</id><published>2008-06-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:13:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's HOT in the AZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yep, it's hot. We can't complain though - no earthquakes, floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, just that dry dry heat. We'll manage through it just like all of the other years. I know once August comes around though, we will wonder if it will ever end, and yes, in late October, it finally does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My birthday was Sunday and I was able to share it with Father's Day and someone else who is brand new and special in our lives...... I think after you hit 30, birthdays just aren't a big deal anymore. Yes, I'm glad I have them, otherwise I wouldn't be alive, you know? But I'd rather just have a nice dinner and have them be uneventful. We celebrated with Sean's mom Lois last Wednesday, since her birthday was the 9th. Then we went out to dinner with our friends, the Severas, to Kona Grill on Saturday night. We had a great time talking and relaxing - it was a perfect evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We celebrated Father's Day at the Weber's place in Gold Canyon. The kids got to do some swimming, while the fathers watched some golf and others played games. Then I had an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SFf9oyZHCfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_j1T_jkKU8M/s1600-h/IMG_2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212913970868324850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SFf9oyZHCfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_j1T_jkKU8M/s320/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;indoor soccer game that evening, which we lost. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got a countdown going until I head to Missouri with the kids. Only 2 weeks to go! I'm excited to meet my new little niece there and also worried about heading to Cedar Rapids, IA and seeing the devestation there. It's overwhelming to hear my friends talk about all of the destruction by the water. It will be interesting to see how everything looks, and of course fun to see all of my childhood friends again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-3719059744023190666?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3719059744023190666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=3719059744023190666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3719059744023190666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/3719059744023190666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hot-in-az.html' title='It&apos;s HOT in the AZ'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SFf9oyZHCfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_j1T_jkKU8M/s72-c/IMG_2843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-7334347181484425525</id><published>2008-06-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:33:05.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ride across the country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, they're gone. Sunday we set off for a 2 day trek across the SW and Midwest and landed in Grain Valley, MO (KC suburb). Overall, the journey was an easy one. Just a truck and a car and 3 of us to drive, so we were each able to rest some too. Dad let me drive the truck awhile. At first it was scary but then you get used to it I guess. What I don't know if I'll get used to is that they're gone. Not for good, but at least for awhile. I keep expecting dad to knock on the front door and come right in, or to come home and find my backyard mowed. It's sad and I want to cry. I did cry the night I flew back home - poor Sean. I think he just wanted to go to sleep, but instead he had to cradle me as I cried. What a great husband I have.  There are a lot of emotions to sort through. I'm sincerely happy for my brothers and their families as they will get to spend more time with their parents and receive all the ready help they have to give. I'm saddened that they will miss out on things the kids do - especially Lauren. I will miss dad just coming over and sitting around to talk and chase the kids. I'll miss my babysitters too! Guess I'm just more on my own now. But they will be back to visit, maybe for the winter, who knows. I will be ready for them; they always have a place here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-7334347181484425525?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7334347181484425525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=7334347181484425525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7334347181484425525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7334347181484425525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/06/ride-across-country.html' title='A ride across the country'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-8061204271851805238</id><published>2008-05-27T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:37:29.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little visit from some friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDyZ9F2HB6I/AAAAAAAAABA/IYqi2Yvn2zo/s1600-h/IMG_2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205204544153651106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDyZ9F2HB6I/AAAAAAAAABA/IYqi2Yvn2zo/s320/IMG_2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So, some friends came to visit about a week ago. One of my roommates from college back at ol' GC. It was a lot of fun to have our kids play together. Who knew our kids would actually play together someday! Grant got to have his first sleepover and the boys "camped out" in his room in his tent. They were up late and then up early - too much playing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The visit was fun and so good to catch up. It makes me realize how important it is to stay in contact with friends. Maybe I'm more sentimental now that I've had a couple kids, or maybe since I'm so old now - 31 in a couple of weeks! It's also hard to make truly good friends, so be sure to keep the ones you have! Don't let them slip through the cracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDyZ8l2HB5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/RSdyhJ4q_hE/s1600-h/IMG_2654.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205204535563716498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDyZ8l2HB5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/RSdyhJ4q_hE/s320/IMG_2654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8578508487734552429-8061204271851805238?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8061204271851805238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=8061204271851805238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8061204271851805238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8061204271851805238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-visit-from-some-friends.html' title='A little visit from some friends'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDyZ9F2HB6I/AAAAAAAAABA/IYqi2Yvn2zo/s72-c/IMG_2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-6997396353135957343</id><published>2008-05-26T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:15:37.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are leaving me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So, we live in Arizona, as do my parents. Well, they (we, as I'm helping them drive back) leave on Sunday for Missouri. I will miss them dearly. I know they are going where they feel the Lord is leading them. I just keep praying that He leads them back! My brothers and their families are up there, so it's hard to compete when we just have 2 little ones and they'll have 5 grandbabies up there soon. Here's our picture with them from their farewell party yesterday. I hope my brothers appreciate the sacrifice we are making down here!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204905803408410498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuKQF2HB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/tmzBjWwrUoE/s400/IMG_2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-6997396353135957343?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6997396353135957343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=6997396353135957343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6997396353135957343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/6997396353135957343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-parents-are-leaving-me.html' title='My parents are leaving me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuKQF2HB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/tmzBjWwrUoE/s72-c/IMG_2750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-7445416557800401185</id><published>2008-05-26T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:49:53.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuCe12HB1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ap-GfsdKabs/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204897260718458706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuCe12HB1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ap-GfsdKabs/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So here we are at Mother's Day. Yes, my husband is hot, and yes, our son looks just like his dad. They say Lauren looks like me, we do know she has my attitude for sure already! We have great kids though - praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuEoF2HB3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_3qR_Q5rLWQ/s1600-h/DSC_0759c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204899618655504242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuEoF2HB3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_3qR_Q5rLWQ/s200/DSC_0759c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuDJF2HB2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/SpmGO2PX3BE/s1600-h/smiling+13+mos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204897986567931746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuDJF2HB2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/SpmGO2PX3BE/s200/smiling+13+mos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Lauren - Aileen caught her smiling. She actually smiles all of the time, but when the camera comes around, she can get kind of serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And Grant - this is his 3-year-old picture. He's getting pretty good at posing for the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8578508487734552429-7445416557800401185?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7445416557800401185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=7445416557800401185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7445416557800401185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/7445416557800401185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/SDuCe12HB1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ap-GfsdKabs/s72-c/IMG_2637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578508487734552429.post-8007987589076929864</id><published>2008-05-26T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:35:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, here I am. My sister-in-law Tiffany got a blog site, so not to be outdone, I must now have one.  Hopefully I can keep this up to date and you all can share in our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578508487734552429-8007987589076929864?l=tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8007987589076929864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578508487734552429&amp;postID=8007987589076929864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8007987589076929864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578508487734552429/posts/default/8007987589076929864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammanyhappenings.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027555706985078519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwtyJwtfBQU/TCtj2t9yUoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vkqdKWxIfWo/S220/me+and+reese.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
