<?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-2339066839799062514</id><updated>2011-10-04T12:38:02.151-06:00</updated><category term='Sam'/><category term='Parker'/><category term='Christmas 2008'/><category term='Logan'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Christmas 2009'/><category term='Samuel'/><category term='Dylan'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>What's up with the Thompson's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2192116067400039899</id><published>2011-09-05T17:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:35:39.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>So I googled my problem and my posting problem is with my new computer or maybe the new version of Internet explorer not sure. Thanks to google I needed to go to tools and click on compatability view (whatever that means). So this is a test to see if it posts. If it works i'll have no choice but to update! My goal twice a week. It's sad my last post was about birthdays that I didn't post till October and now it's their birthdays again. If I knew how to update from my Iphone it would be more frequent. I can do everything on my phone so I don't use the computer very often, plus the boys are always playing wizard 101 on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if this works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-2192116067400039899?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2192116067400039899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2192116067400039899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2192116067400039899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2192116067400039899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2011/09/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-4054482246867033145</id><published>2011-08-26T15:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:55:54.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dylan!</title><content type='html'>I tried to post this weeks ago and for the life of me it wouldn't let me post. I switched to the kids computer and it let me post. Anyways, Happy 7th Birthday Dylan. One of his favorite gifts was Monopoly. He loves to play the board game so we thought the wii version would be fun. He'll be our businessman when he grows up. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXZlk91OpuA/TlgNX-REIcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p01Nbi_JK8A/s1600/IMG_6157%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645276838411641282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXZlk91OpuA/TlgNX-REIcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p01Nbi_JK8A/s400/IMG_6157%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GFZ4wsvdZc/TlgNXURi8LI/AAAAAAAAAio/LCAK7X2nIvo/s1600/IMG_6199%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645276827139371186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GFZ4wsvdZc/TlgNXURi8LI/AAAAAAAAAio/LCAK7X2nIvo/s400/IMG_6199%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDLu_eAvzAk/TlgNXa9jD6I/AAAAAAAAAig/lHbHrrATqHA/s1600/IMG_6193%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645276828934541218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDLu_eAvzAk/TlgNXa9jD6I/AAAAAAAAAig/lHbHrrATqHA/s400/IMG_6193%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had soccer and back to school night on his birthday, so we celebrated the Friday after his birthday at Chuck E Cheese. Suprisingly the pizza has improved since last year. He got to wear his candle crown at school and he took treats to all his classmates. We love you Dylan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-4054482246867033145?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4054482246867033145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=4054482246867033145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4054482246867033145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4054482246867033145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-dylan.html' title='Happy Birthday Dylan!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXZlk91OpuA/TlgNX-REIcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p01Nbi_JK8A/s72-c/IMG_6157%2B%2528Medium%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-1832508678218950204</id><published>2010-12-10T09:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:40:06.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Baby No More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcS71NglI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_6CgRj-IzlM/s1600/IMG_5185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549099171242148434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcS71NglI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_6CgRj-IzlM/s400/IMG_5185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan had his first haircut. It has been driving Gordon crazy, and I have been reluctant to let the baby hair go. We suprised him on his dayoff. Here are some pictures before the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcSW0Gl-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/tgXHA64fnio/s1600/IMG_5184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549099161305389026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcSW0Gl-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/tgXHA64fnio/s400/IMG_5184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker and I loved his little curls. When we were in Arizona for Thanksgiving he took Sam and Logan in a store and people don't him his baby girl was adorable. He wants people to know Logan is a boy. I told him it's his fault he gave me all boys and I'm just working with what I got. Logan is cute enough to be a girl! Now pretty boy is more fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcRz3Py_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/vboqjIHdbAI/s1600/IMG_5168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549099151923334130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcRz3Py_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/vboqjIHdbAI/s400/IMG_5168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcRoUXv-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/OnwJxSELH9M/s1600/getting%2Bit%2Bcut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549099148824264674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcRoUXv-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/OnwJxSELH9M/s400/getting%2Bit%2Bcut.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat in the chair like a big boy. He didn't cry or fidget.  He was as good as gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcRFKejFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/i8-DnOOmZpE/s1600/2008%2BMisc%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549099139387526226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcRFKejFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/i8-DnOOmZpE/s400/2008%2BMisc%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet boy, say goodbye to your golden locks. I did put a curl in a ziplock. If I ever get around to scrapbooking his baby years i'll put it in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZZT_lkeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/29nN8LmPopc/s1600/IMG_5194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549095982272451042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZZT_lkeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/29nN8LmPopc/s400/IMG_5194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the after cut. Lots shorter, she finger cut it instead of using clippers. I'm not ready for the buzz cut yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZYl9lu6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/3LtfwwM8PUc/s1600/IMG_5195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549095969916042146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZYl9lu6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/3LtfwwM8PUc/s400/IMG_5195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZYH7MWWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OSsQY24SUD4/s1600/IMG_5213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549095961852926306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZYH7MWWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OSsQY24SUD4/s400/IMG_5213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's angel! Sad to see the baby hair go becuase it makes them loose their baby look. Since he is my last baby boy I wanted to hold onto it as long as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZXua1EiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Q4HMGN16iNg/s1600/IMG_5211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549095955006296610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJZXua1EiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Q4HMGN16iNg/s400/IMG_5211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proud Daddy to have a "son" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-1832508678218950204?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1832508678218950204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=1832508678218950204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1832508678218950204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1832508678218950204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-no-more.html' title='Baby No More!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TQJcS71NglI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_6CgRj-IzlM/s72-c/IMG_5185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2048316611372067254</id><published>2010-11-09T17:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:07:47.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best present to me</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!!! My Mom always asks every year "do you feel a year older?" I definately feel 1 year older this year. The best present is Gordon is out of the hospital.  I love him and was scared at the thought of losing him when I realized how serious this is.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TNnrZMxP-UI/AAAAAAAAAfw/M9pabjz0bGQ/s1600/hospital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537716034985785666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TNnrZMxP-UI/AAAAAAAAAfw/M9pabjz0bGQ/s400/hospital.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gordy had been sick for a week and starting coughing up blood on Thursday. We thought he was congested and coughing hard made him have traces of blood. Well, each day it was worse. He went back to the Dr. on Friday and they said he had Bronchitis and a stomach ulcer, hence the blood. Saturday we went to Parker's football game, he was still coughing and sore. He thought he was sore from the heavy coughing. Saturday night at 8:00 he was in a lot of pain, his arm tingled he was sweating and couldn't catch his breath. We rushed him to the E.R. We really freaked the kids out when we rushed him to the hospital Saturday night. After 5 hours in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. R. we found out he had pulmonary emboli. He is home now and doing well. I give him a Lovenex shot twice a day in the "love handles" and he will be on Warfarin for at least 6 months. But that is manageable. We were very lucky. Heavenly Father was watching out for us. His family was in town to see Parker's football game and we are very grateful that they were here to help us and keep the kids and us calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers and love.  We have felt it and are grateful there are people who care about us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-2048316611372067254?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2048316611372067254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2048316611372067254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2048316611372067254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2048316611372067254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-present-to-me.html' title='Best present to me'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TNnrZMxP-UI/AAAAAAAAAfw/M9pabjz0bGQ/s72-c/hospital.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-1277867948073689018</id><published>2010-10-13T21:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:58:50.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Sorry Sam</title><content type='html'>I know I am months after the fact but at the end of August after Dylan's birthday I was spent. Poor Sam's birthday was 4 days later and I couldn't keep up. Football and school had started and the hours rolled into days and now it's October. Maybe by Thanksgiving I'll get around to writing about Parker's baptism.  Mother's guilt I still want to do a shout out to my Sammy Whammy in case I ever do one of the blog books he'll be in it. (I know you have to update a blog to have a blog book). Anyways,  Sam is now 3 and I am glad to be out of the 2's.  Not because they are supposedly the terrible two's but because it was a rough year for him.  He got a new baby brother just before he turned two and 3 weeks before his birthday he had his great fall and lost 3 teeth.  Here's hoping the 3's are uneventful and emergency room free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ71q6moeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OJlJ_vyw9Tc/s1600/sam+3+month+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527741754627236322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ71q6moeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OJlJ_vyw9Tc/s400/sam+3+month+crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam is such a happy boy. He had so much hair. He's 6 weeks old and he needs gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ71YeQdyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UTCqpZhH9bM/s1600/Sam+with+missing+teeth+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527741749676504866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ71YeQdyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UTCqpZhH9bM/s400/Sam+with+missing+teeth+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my sweet Sam he was such a trooper. It only added more character to him and his speech is fine. I have to love on him everyday because he is so dang cute and loveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ70_NBu7I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/r0KDEw7vzD0/s1600/flag+football+with+Dad+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527741742893349810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ70_NBu7I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/r0KDEw7vzD0/s400/flag+football+with+Dad+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's boy hardcore.  If he gets hurts while Gordon and I are together I'll stand up and go to him and he runs right past me to his Daddy.  H eloves playing football with the boys.  He's always on Dad's team (no suprise). We go old school and use socks for flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ70Z7ZWbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nNdZRxmtX5M/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527741732887288242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ70Z7ZWbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nNdZRxmtX5M/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ70GMKohI/AAAAAAAAAfA/flJvSwYExyU/s1600/Creative+Sam+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527741727588917778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ70GMKohI/AAAAAAAAAfA/flJvSwYExyU/s400/Creative+Sam+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of those naughty moments when he got curious with a black magic marker.  What was he doing with marker?  I had a newborn who knows what he got into. Sam you brighten up everyroom and I love you to the moon and back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-1277867948073689018?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1277867948073689018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=1277867948073689018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1277867948073689018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1277867948073689018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry-sam.html' title='Sorry Sam'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TLZ71q6moeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OJlJ_vyw9Tc/s72-c/sam+3+month+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-255064610879730393</id><published>2010-08-22T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:48:32.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan'/><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Dylan</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dylan!!  Can't believe you are six years old and going into 1st grade.  This blonde hair blue eyed boy loves to ride his bike and jump curbs.  He'll try anything. In six years he's broken 1 bone, had tonsils and adnoids out and had to remove molding clay from his ear cause he just wanted to see what would happen.   He is a very social boy and is a very good reader.  We love you Dylan!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfNpaWHHI/AAAAAAAAAew/A7HPUGC7TGI/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508429244798475378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfNpaWHHI/AAAAAAAAAew/A7HPUGC7TGI/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfNO2_aeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0-OdkGTwBVs/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508429237670865378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfNO2_aeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0-OdkGTwBVs/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves Star Wars! Thanks for protecting us against the clones and Darth Vader my young Jedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfMZyueDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NBUgmKEkj_A/s1600/2009+Parker+Dylan+flag+football+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508429223425898546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfMZyueDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NBUgmKEkj_A/s400/2009+Parker+Dylan+flag+football+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan likes flag football and will play again this fall.  He is a fast little runner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfMNEplRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/b-D0kAP-pfo/s1600/Dylan+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508429220011414802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfMNEplRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/b-D0kAP-pfo/s400/Dylan+halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved him in his cute chicken costume! Those sweet toddler days go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfL0buGSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Iyj63f5KVjA/s1600/Dylan+%26+his+precious+cheetah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508429213397293346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfL0buGSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Iyj63f5KVjA/s400/Dylan+%26+his+precious+cheetah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He still loves his cheetah named Tiger.  Everywhere we go Tiger goes also.   Dylan you are so precious and sweet we love you! Happy Birthday!&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/2339066839799062514-255064610879730393?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/255064610879730393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=255064610879730393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/255064610879730393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/255064610879730393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-6th-birthday-dylan.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Dylan'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/THHfNpaWHHI/AAAAAAAAAew/A7HPUGC7TGI/s72-c/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8315123561194122855</id><published>2010-08-19T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:01:38.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Rise and Shine it's school time!</title><content type='html'>First day of school!!! It's a good thing they started on a Wednesday so Gordon could help me get them up and out. They got up good it was hard to get them rolling and pictures maybe they'd be happier in their pictures if I took them after school. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG37J5rZvZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zxc86QOBYm8/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507334066864242066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG37J5rZvZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zxc86QOBYm8/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker is now in the 3rd grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG37Jecp_6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/0XuS30yVyKc/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507334059554635682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG37Jecp_6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/0XuS30yVyKc/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan is in 1st grade and excited to be able to play at the big kids toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG37JO5iUQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZRCHe7fC66M/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507334055380799746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG37JO5iUQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZRCHe7fC66M/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam is going to our neighborhood pre-school twice a week in the afternoon so he can do itty-bitty ball in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36zYrCclI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fEYREsMOL0Y/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507333680047223378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36zYrCclI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fEYREsMOL0Y/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves his Handy Manny backpack that Gavin gave him. He feels just like a big kid. He says I can come with him. But not Logan he's too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36yxrYp5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/u32oJCJE2Rw/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507333669579696018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36yxrYp5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/u32oJCJE2Rw/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In two years we'll have three in the same school and Logan in pre-school. Where does the time go? We do have cute boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36yWlXstI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4mr070TeBIs/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507333662306710226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36yWlXstI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4mr070TeBIs/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boys at home! What will we do all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36xx-wyQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uYXpAhFi8-I/s1600/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507333652481100034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG36xx-wyQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uYXpAhFi8-I/s400/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well we went to the park after dropping the boys off. We pushed the babies on the swings, they played on the slides then we went home and put the babies down for a nap. Then Gordon and I celebrated the first day of school and a quiet house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-8315123561194122855?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8315123561194122855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8315123561194122855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8315123561194122855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8315123561194122855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/08/rise-and-shine-its-school-time.html' title='Rise and Shine it&apos;s school time!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TG37J5rZvZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zxc86QOBYm8/s72-c/2010+Parker+Dylan+Sam+first+day+of+school+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-3663626401156982959</id><published>2010-08-08T07:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T08:27:50.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><title type='text'>Happy 8th Birthday Parker!</title><content type='html'>Happy Happy Birthday Parker!!!!  We love you!  I feel like 8 years old is the first of many milestones to come.  8 is starting to be a busy year.  Your not a little kid anymore your a big one and expectations are going to be higher.  He has started Cub Scouts and has been having fun and learning lots of things.  I'm his den leader and thrilled to be working with him.  He is also getting baptized Sept. 4 and I bought him his first suit and real boy tie that Dad is teaching him to tie. The busiest thing so far has been tackle football.  Parker was a big baby/toddler and now he has slimmed down to the 25th percent of his age group. He is the smallest boy on the team.  I guess that's what happens when your born in August and other kids missed the deadline and are a year ahead in growth.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TF6719Rm9WI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lplXGfwHnZc/s1600/Parker+1+yr+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503042330349204834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TF6719Rm9WI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lplXGfwHnZc/s400/Parker+1+yr+old.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker's 1 yr old photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TF67dhcexVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/R5FuFztMa9g/s1600/Parker+on+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041910561752402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TF67dhcexVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/R5FuFztMa9g/s400/Parker+on+A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker you are starting to grow so big Mom and Dad are proud of you. Your brothers love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TF67ch7EzAI/AAAAAAAAAck/9ob5hInDW2Y/s1600/Parker+8+yr+old+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041893510204418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TF67ch7EzAI/AAAAAAAAAck/9ob5hInDW2Y/s400/Parker+8+yr+old+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Parker and some friends bowling and to play laser tag.  Boys running around with laser guns, it just doesn't get any better. They had a blast!  My video of bowling was too large to attach and Parker got a strike.            HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-3663626401156982959?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3663626401156982959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=3663626401156982959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3663626401156982959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3663626401156982959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-8th-birthday-parker.html' title='Happy 8th Birthday Parker!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TF6719Rm9WI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lplXGfwHnZc/s72-c/Parker+1+yr+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-5099270237485088019</id><published>2010-07-06T14:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:56:37.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Fireworks too scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d65dc17fe9b125fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daed92a04ac5480ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BE2329E2D78420E8EFD107E1CE04F994F6AB70A.32BE4578D000BD878B2C266AE6D91A7A4C152393%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daed92a04ac5480ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcDO77Q2WGeR50zTI6ZprYM0mQcs&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.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daed92a04ac5480ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BE2329E2D78420E8EFD107E1CE04F994F6AB70A.32BE4578D000BD878B2C266AE6D91A7A4C152393%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daed92a04ac5480ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcDO77Q2WGeR50zTI6ZprYM0mQcs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Logan was asleep this year for fireworks. Sam was funny he jumped everytime one popped. The cracker balls sent him running into the garage. Sorry no pix just videos this year. &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/2339066839799062514-5099270237485088019?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5099270237485088019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=5099270237485088019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5099270237485088019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5099270237485088019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/07/fireworks-too-scary.html' title='Fireworks too scary'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2870749614995624457</id><published>2010-06-29T22:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:08:34.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan 1 year old!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Logan!!  We can't believe that you are one years old. Where did it go? Logan has been such a joy in our family, he is so sweet and good natured. Having 3 older brothers you need to be able to "roll" with it.  The 4th child gets loved a lot, sometimes a little too much. Parker would take him out of his crib in the morning because he didn't want him to cry. Sam and Logan share morning milk together.  It reminds me of Parker and Dylan they had their morning milk together too.  One had the sippy one had the bottle. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfVPpBgKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kRtMDwOTRII/s1600/Easter+2010+001+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488444651973214370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfVPpBgKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kRtMDwOTRII/s400/Easter+2010+001+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was starting to get worried that Logan wouldn't have any teeth but finally at 11 1/2 months his bottom two teeth popped up.  They still aren't fully in but at least you can see them.  He is not walking by himself yet and were in no hurry.  He does pulls himself up and walks around furniture or he pushes chairs and his baby walker around.  Also, he has done the army crawl forever and the boys and I got down on our hands and knees to show him how to crawl on his knees. So he just started this month crawling on his knees.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfUqnBG_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/bMo6v0MAZTw/s1600/aug+2010-april+2010+307+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488444642032688114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfUqnBG_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/bMo6v0MAZTw/s400/aug+2010-april+2010+307+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves balls and opening cupboards to yank everything out.  He still loves his binkie, snuggling and being rocked before falling asleep.  Sometimes in the morning we don't know he's awake because he's sucking on his binkie and has turned on his music toy.  Just relaxing and waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfUb1WeaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_aAT7yvjTZA/s1600/Logan+bath+and+brothers+033+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488444638066276770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfUb1WeaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_aAT7yvjTZA/s400/Logan+bath+and+brothers+033+(Medium).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfT1AyLKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hf828U3mwF0/s1600/logan+bathtime+002+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488444627645246626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfT1AyLKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hf828U3mwF0/s400/logan+bathtime+002+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves the bath and loves to splash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfTmJhucI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hGlwUdVVKi4/s1600/Logan+044+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488444623655385538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfTmJhucI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hGlwUdVVKi4/s400/Logan+044+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Newborn Logan! He looks a lot like Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCranagTs3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/VLla028npHE/s1600/2009+pregnant+with+Logan+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488439466568954738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCranagTs3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/VLla028npHE/s400/2009+pregnant+with+Logan+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad that this phase of my life is over!!!!  One year ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCranAnzMYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eA5T963dSkk/s1600/Newborn+Logan+%26+pregnancy+113+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488439459621056898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCranAnzMYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eA5T963dSkk/s400/Newborn+Logan+%26+pregnancy+113+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But it is worth it to bring such a sweet, precious boy to this Earth! It is a miracle! I will miss that newborn baby smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCramhS2rfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GitNG2qA884/s1600/Blessing+009+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488439451211705842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCramhS2rfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GitNG2qA884/s400/Blessing+009+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCramITohPI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QFoqwkzQIN0/s1600/Logan+005+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488439444504085746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCramITohPI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QFoqwkzQIN0/s400/Logan+005+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His brothers love him so much and ask me all the time what he is saying.  They know only Mama speaks baby! I usually make something up or use it as an opportunity to have something come from Mama via baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db790c1bdf8d21d2" 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://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb790c1bdf8d21d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A8B710595E7EE8162A8B200DF455975FDD0ABFC.73E364F31272C7082759143A92338A75FE9DDBEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb790c1bdf8d21d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLQq1CYvFAdAz018qLE2YWEMSvBI&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://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb790c1bdf8d21d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A8B710595E7EE8162A8B200DF455975FDD0ABFC.73E364F31272C7082759143A92338A75FE9DDBEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb790c1bdf8d21d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLQq1CYvFAdAz018qLE2YWEMSvBI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Logan we love you Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-2870749614995624457?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2870749614995624457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2870749614995624457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2870749614995624457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2870749614995624457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/06/logan-1-year-old.html' title='Logan 1 year old!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TCrfVPpBgKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kRtMDwOTRII/s72-c/Easter+2010+001+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-619646984139296207</id><published>2010-06-01T23:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:22:16.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Legoland and Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1czLGb-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/SPVy0973A2g/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are just too many pix to choose from. We took 460 pictures. SO here are a very small sample of our Disney trip.  It will get easier next time we go. You have to be 7 to ride the rides alone and 54" to help someone younger. So Parker went on the rides alone and Gordy and I traded off taking Sam and Dylan while the other person sat outside the ride with Logan.  Gordy and I didn't mind the arrangement but Logan did. He was tired of the stroller after awhile snacks just don't cut it.  We had a great time. We did 1 1/2 days at Legoland and 1 day at California adventure and 4 days at Disneyland. Then we spent 1 day with Danny, Danielle and Rosabelle in their beautiful new home. We were BUSY BUSY BUSY!! But worth it to see the smile on the kids faces (especially Sam's) when he saw one of the characters. Mickey, Buzz and Goofy were his favorites. He tried to kiss everyone.  They would pat his head and he would say "I love you, you're my buddy."  The boys highlight was getting to train in the Jedi academy and fight Darth Vadar with lightsabers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1cRrxkHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E5EUNkVcVXA/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478054387898224754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1cRrxkHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E5EUNkVcVXA/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan kept tugging his ears off. Parker preferred the baseball hat to ears this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1b_st_LI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KrTsT2_vqkU/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478054383070346418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1b_st_LI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KrTsT2_vqkU/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam would not top talking about Buzz! The boys were great with him waiting in line to take his pix with the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1bSkvjOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AH43-Bi3xMg/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+444+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478054370957298914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1bSkvjOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AH43-Bi3xMg/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+444+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1a6MpbcI/AAAAAAAAAas/OBpLW20cccs/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478054364413783490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1a6MpbcI/AAAAAAAAAas/OBpLW20cccs/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0etYf6cI/AAAAAAAAAak/NcTm1h_OhSI/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478053330181679554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0etYf6cI/AAAAAAAAAak/NcTm1h_OhSI/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0eNVcF-I/AAAAAAAAAac/4ggWh1ZS3oY/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+315+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478053321578911714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0eNVcF-I/AAAAAAAAAac/4ggWh1ZS3oY/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+315+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0d4TUBXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/80HbV11Tv9A/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+316+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478053315932849522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0d4TUBXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/80HbV11Tv9A/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+316+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0dq_87MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SDomSJC1Kvc/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+457+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478053312361983170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0dq_87MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SDomSJC1Kvc/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+457+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0dDKMvXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ESCFt_ZTi9k/s1600/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+460+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478053301667544434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX0dDKMvXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ESCFt_ZTi9k/s400/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+460+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-619646984139296207?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/619646984139296207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=619646984139296207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/619646984139296207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/619646984139296207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/06/legoland-and-disneyland.html' title='Legoland and Disneyland'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/TAX1cRrxkHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E5EUNkVcVXA/s72-c/2010+May+Disneyland-Legoland+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-1527140873040994619</id><published>2010-05-06T13:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:47:52.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Gordon!!</title><content type='html'>Over 3 decades ago on May 7 Gordon was born.  I'm grateful he came into my life and now we have 4 wonderful, loud, busy boys just like their Dad. They work hard and play hard. I love you Gordy!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S-McOHZIE3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rTzeEWR_D9g/s1600/img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468245401386095474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S-McOHZIE3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rTzeEWR_D9g/s400/img014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He works hard for his family that this year we are celebrating his birthday in Disneyland and Legoland! He is such a great Dad and husband to us we want him to know we love him!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S-MYCc61ldI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WJhd6BEWKfU/s1600/flag+football+with+Dad+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468240802959693266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S-MYCc61ldI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WJhd6BEWKfU/s400/flag+football+with+Dad+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S-MYB0p-jtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UVX11CFJcqI/s1600/fun+with+family+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468240792151559890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S-MYB0p-jtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UVX11CFJcqI/s400/fun+with+family+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339066839799062514-1527140873040994619?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1527140873040994619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=1527140873040994619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1527140873040994619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1527140873040994619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-gordon.html' title='Happy Birthday Gordon!!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S-McOHZIE3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rTzeEWR_D9g/s72-c/img014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-7644569595750622397</id><published>2010-01-20T14:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:16:41.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Logan 6 1/2 months</title><content type='html'>We started feeding Logan cereal and slowly introducing baby feeds at the end of 5 months. I was not in a hurry to start this phase but he was. He has been trying to grab food off our plates since 4 1/2 months.   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S1dwkv5n4sI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hlJgLL-I6-M/s1600-h/2009+Logan+first+foods+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428931652454179522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S1dwkv5n4sI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hlJgLL-I6-M/s400/2009+Logan+first+foods+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam is helping to feed. He is a little too helpful sometimes. He "shared" his tater to with Logan yesterday. Logan gummed it to bits and I had a mild panic attack.  Oh sweeet Sam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S1dwkEPBTOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/eWpWEWa0xOY/s1600-h/2009+Logan+first+foods+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428931640732765410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S1dwkEPBTOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/eWpWEWa0xOY/s400/2009+Logan+first+foods+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure how much went in his mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S1dwjg-cKyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RooAmqBnJsk/s1600-h/2009+Logan+first+foods+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428931631267982114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S1dwjg-cKyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RooAmqBnJsk/s400/2009+Logan+first+foods+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dr. said he needs more calories since he dropped to the 5% for weight. So when it isn't chaotic he gets cereal and baby food twice a day then I'll nurse and give him a bottle at night.  &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/2339066839799062514-7644569595750622397?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7644569595750622397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=7644569595750622397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7644569595750622397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7644569595750622397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2010/01/logan-6-12-months.html' title='Logan 6 1/2 months'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/S1dwkv5n4sI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hlJgLL-I6-M/s72-c/2009+Logan+first+foods+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-4657167890857886868</id><published>2009-12-29T23:34:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:41:16.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2009'/><title type='text'>We made the nice list!</title><content type='html'>Logan's first Christmas and he slept through most of the present opening. We gave his presents to the boys to open. Don't you want to pinch his cheeks he's so dang cute. My Christmas baby!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SzsBFR4BkUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZxJE2IUWyvQ/s1600-h/2009+Logan+1st+Christmas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420927766679884098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SzsBFR4BkUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZxJE2IUWyvQ/s400/2009+Logan+1st+Christmas+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the aftemath of the present destruction. We tried to go one by one and after each one put wrappers in trash bag. It doesn't look like it helped. We had a great Christmas! Parker did say after the 3rd clothing present "enough clothes where's the toys?" I think we had a good mix of toys and clothes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr540FszyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jeQu9L7QA2I/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420919855944355618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr540FszyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jeQu9L7QA2I/s400/2009+Christmas+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Logan wasn't napping he was grabbing and sucking on whatever was in his reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr54vGDGDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mJduTzYSEkk/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420919854603638834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr54vGDGDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mJduTzYSEkk/s400/2009+Christmas+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He just couldn't hold out the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr53sCxXFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/M3bKl31ISxU/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+064+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420919836604718162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr53sCxXFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/M3bKl31ISxU/s400/2009+Christmas+064+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the before the destruction happened. Oh the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr53e5MPXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7MRu1iMbbIE/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+053+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420919833074875762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr53e5MPXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7MRu1iMbbIE/s400/2009+Christmas+053+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we did something different and had the boys wait on the stairs before they could see their Santa presents. Santa put the stockings in the basement this year because the boys we're trying to be sneaky and "catch" him. Parker woke up at 3am and came into our bedroom saying Santa ate the cookies, drank the milk and took the stockings but didn't leave any presents. "I'm on the naughty list." I couldn't resist saying "guess you better try harder next year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3eaDNnII/AAAAAAAAAYY/ljlu5i_4Kgg/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+023+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917203254746242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3eaDNnII/AAAAAAAAAYY/ljlu5i_4Kgg/s400/2009+Christmas+023+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the boys ended up on the nice list by the skin of their teeth, but they made it. Santa even wished them a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3eIy_T1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aooJTfhZddY/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+018+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917198623297362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3eIy_T1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aooJTfhZddY/s400/2009+Christmas+018+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3d_5IJgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Uq5rqhhQ4eE/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+016+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917196233123330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3d_5IJgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Uq5rqhhQ4eE/s400/2009+Christmas+016+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3dhjGkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jpA0Yd-eJQk/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+017+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917188087681330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3dhjGkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jpA0Yd-eJQk/s400/2009+Christmas+017+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3dfYRgyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zk6oemm-MkI/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+013+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917187505390370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Szr3dfYRgyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zk6oemm-MkI/s400/2009+Christmas+013+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-4657167890857886868?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4657167890857886868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=4657167890857886868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4657167890857886868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4657167890857886868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-made-nice-list.html' title='We made the nice list!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SzsBFR4BkUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZxJE2IUWyvQ/s72-c/2009+Logan+1st+Christmas+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-1470693216219738011</id><published>2009-12-05T12:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:45:07.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened in November?</title><content type='html'>Not sure where November went I realized a week into December that I haven't updated since Halloween. So, I am going to do a recap of what happened in November because it is now time for Christmas.  I did a couple photo shoots of Logan. He is so sweet to take photos. He is laughing more and gets distracted by the boys when nursing. Wants to know what is going on. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2f1C9wPII/AAAAAAAAAXs/j28L2AxDBLE/s1600-h/Logan+4+months+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412658060846972034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2f1C9wPII/AAAAAAAAAXs/j28L2AxDBLE/s400/Logan+4+months+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He likes to sleep with his hand by his face. He has discovered that his hands taste great and sucks on them all the time.  I have stopped swaddling for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2f05vM5KI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rpA8CFh3cFs/s1600-h/Logan+3+months+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412658058370016418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2f05vM5KI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rpA8CFh3cFs/s400/Logan+3+months+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2f0KJioLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_XuTamkOZjs/s1600-h/Logan+3+months+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412658045595590834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2f0KJioLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_XuTamkOZjs/s400/Logan+3+months+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2fzkAFJII/AAAAAAAAAXU/VFv5ea5p5uA/s1600-h/logan+bathtime+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412658035355362434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2fzkAFJII/AAAAAAAAAXU/VFv5ea5p5uA/s400/logan+bathtime+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is now loving bath time. It will be nice when he can sit up and I can bath Sam and him together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2fzN7rlII/AAAAAAAAAXM/07iE01rBLJk/s1600-h/fort+%26+movie+night+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412658029431329922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2fzN7rlII/AAAAAAAAAXM/07iE01rBLJk/s400/fort+%26+movie+night+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fort, movie and popcorn night (they each have to have their own bowl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2Wu4ooJtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RVmA6bxQBHk/s1600-h/moms+fans+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412648059390142162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2Wu4ooJtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RVmA6bxQBHk/s400/moms+fans+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had my 32nd birthday this month and took a photo of my biggest fans. After the cake and ice cream Gordon said "I forgot to take pictures, oops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2WuOb__EI/AAAAAAAAAW8/shkT-CCd314/s1600-h/2009+wrestling+009+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412648048062889026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2WuOb__EI/AAAAAAAAAW8/shkT-CCd314/s400/2009+wrestling+009+(Medium).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker and Dylan did wrestling for the first and last time. We thought we would try it and see but they didn't really like it. We weren't all that pleased with the program either. The tournament was a lot of work. They were exhausted after losing. They both were pinned after a good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2Wt8N7jgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/voe9xzMooco/s1600-h/2009+wrestling+001+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412648043172040194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2Wt8N7jgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/voe9xzMooco/s400/2009+wrestling+001+(Medium).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how Dylan is smiling like it is the funnest thing in the world a big dog pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2WtmEJPAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KKumMHz8R5A/s1600-h/flag+football+with+Dad+019+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412648037225413634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2WtmEJPAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KKumMHz8R5A/s400/flag+football+with+Dad+019+(Medium).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys loved the weekly flag football game with Dad. We don't have flags so we impervised and used socks. Days after playing Sam still wanted to wear his "flags" in his pockets. Yes, we went to the store wearing Dad's sock in his pocket. It was too cute. He'd say "Fag pease Mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2WtFlpBeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5PdTAB3gLoE/s1600-h/flag+football+with+Dad+012+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412648028507538914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2WtFlpBeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5PdTAB3gLoE/s400/flag+football+with+Dad+012+(Medium).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-1470693216219738011?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1470693216219738011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=1470693216219738011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1470693216219738011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1470693216219738011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-in-november.html' title='What happened in November?'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sx2f1C9wPII/AAAAAAAAAXs/j28L2AxDBLE/s72-c/Logan+4+months+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-4911056797977844697</id><published>2009-10-31T13:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:17:01.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Transformers...robots in disguise. Autobots vs. Decepticons Who will win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZLiCg-FI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_aC0pkjAxvo/s1600-h/costumes+002+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398858476705347666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZLiCg-FI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_aC0pkjAxvo/s400/costumes+002+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZLYVkPcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b5laHOpFYU0/s1600-h/costumes+004+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398858474100899266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZLYVkPcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b5laHOpFYU0/s400/costumes+004+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to get a toddler transformer one for Logan to wear. Wouldn't that be funny? The kicker is I bought an adult Optimus Prime on sale last year for Gordon and he said he wouldn't wear it so I took it back. He wished he had it this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZLNxWYzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/esrOpPEl7xI/s1600-h/1st+halloween+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398858471264641842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZLNxWYzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/esrOpPEl7xI/s400/1st+halloween+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute Logan's first Halloween! He'll help me pass out candy and I'll eat his share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZKnyZbjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mTR3KboxlHg/s1600-h/costumes+010+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398858461068488242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZKnyZbjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mTR3KboxlHg/s400/costumes+010+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Batman wins! Sam will trick or treat as Batman because it fits him better.  We definately get our money's worth out of costumes with 4 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZKSqbH_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/IFw5zhY4uTo/s1600-h/costumes+012+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398858455397900274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZKSqbH_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/IFw5zhY4uTo/s400/costumes+012+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker is so sweet with his little pumpkin. &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/2339066839799062514-4911056797977844697?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4911056797977844697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=4911056797977844697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4911056797977844697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4911056797977844697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuyZLiCg-FI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_aC0pkjAxvo/s72-c/costumes+002+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-1079579227087082144</id><published>2009-10-23T11:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:02:28.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy boys!</title><content type='html'>Sam is the funniest at night. He now lets Logan be in "his" crib and he is sleeping in his toddler bed. He now has freedom at night to get out and fall asleep wherever. I have found him behind the rocker or his latest is pulling down the changing pad and sleeping on it.  It's like hide n' seek everynight when we go in and check on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuHtQ4YrCFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9H7eVYlUUG4/s1600-h/Sleepy+Boys+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854702836123730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuHtQ4YrCFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9H7eVYlUUG4/s400/Sleepy+Boys+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys like to put their fit in the pocket underneath th pillow to use as blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuHtQRrKnYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lMvPagnvyVg/s1600-h/Sleepy+Boys+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854692444708226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuHtQRrKnYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lMvPagnvyVg/s400/Sleepy+Boys+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Half on half off whatever you're young your back won't hurt yet.  I do like having the Nemo pillow.  I tell him to "lay down on Nemo"  when he tries to get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuHtP3za0hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7KxoB0YzBQg/s1600-h/Sleepy+Boys+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854685500002834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuHtP3za0hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7KxoB0YzBQg/s400/Sleepy+Boys+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339066839799062514-1079579227087082144?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1079579227087082144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=1079579227087082144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1079579227087082144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1079579227087082144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleepy-boys.html' title='Sleepy boys!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SuHtQ4YrCFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9H7eVYlUUG4/s72-c/Sleepy+Boys+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-7126369159472959469</id><published>2009-10-08T10:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:23:03.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Blessing photos take 2</title><content type='html'>I thought I would go Have Logan's blessing photos done and get a super cute one to hang on the wall with his brothers blessing pictures.  Well I didn't like any of them so we raced home and I did my own photo shoot.  I have a nice camera I can do it, but it is harder doing it solo. Once I pose him and get the camera he's rolled.  I do need a sleeping angel picture.  He likes to show off he baby blues in the pictures. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P51pwJ_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/5RZIt_bgNNA/s1600-h/Blessing+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390263290338224114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P51pwJ_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/5RZIt_bgNNA/s400/Blessing+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first one might be the one for the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P5Vl0c4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/yWNb44N84ss/s1600-h/Blessing+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390263281731793794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P5Vl0c4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/yWNb44N84ss/s400/Blessing+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P40rwmmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/o4nN1kKewI8/s1600-h/Blessing+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390263272898337378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P40rwmmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/o4nN1kKewI8/s400/Blessing+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to do a hat picture because it reminded me of Parker's blessing photo.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P4OtB5kI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nDjREGdkjYs/s1600-h/Blessing+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390263262703117890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P4OtB5kI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nDjREGdkjYs/s400/Blessing+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Logan smiles he reminds me of Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P3o1lizI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0aB2Hl0zJ0g/s1600-h/Blessing+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390263252538460978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P3o1lizI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0aB2Hl0zJ0g/s400/Blessing+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339066839799062514-7126369159472959469?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7126369159472959469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=7126369159472959469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7126369159472959469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7126369159472959469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessing-photos-take-2.html' title='Blessing photos take 2'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Ss4P51pwJ_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/5RZIt_bgNNA/s72-c/Blessing+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-7616260009993317167</id><published>2009-10-02T09:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:37:23.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Please stop growing!</title><content type='html'>Photo shoot time this session actually turned out cute. I fed him and waited till he fell asleep. I'm slowly getting up to DaNae's level of photos.  But I did think these turned out cute. He is getting too big too fast. He's 3 months old now and I have had to put away some outfits. I think our wear time isn't long after wearing some of the same outfits as 3 older brothers.  They've been washed 1 too many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SsYcyCNE-rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5A0U0iLpoFE/s1600-h/Logan+bath+and+brothers+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388025650106137266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SsYcyCNE-rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5A0U0iLpoFE/s400/Logan+bath+and+brothers+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is my sweet angel boy!! He was meant to be in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SsYcxr_SsMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_meHUa3j1JQ/s1600-h/Logan+bath+and+brothers+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388025644142735554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SsYcxr_SsMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_meHUa3j1JQ/s400/Logan+bath+and+brothers+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-7616260009993317167?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7616260009993317167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=7616260009993317167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7616260009993317167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7616260009993317167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-stop-growing.html' title='Please stop growing!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SsYcyCNE-rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5A0U0iLpoFE/s72-c/Logan+bath+and+brothers+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2988400784748221889</id><published>2009-09-27T15:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:53:44.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Nursing!</title><content type='html'>Do you think he's had enough ninnie-pie? I went to Motherhood to buy a new nursing bra and FYI the smallest size is 34B. What about those smaller women? Maybe they think a couple extra nursing pads will fill it up. I had the girl measure me so I could have the right size. Since, according to Oprah the majority of women wear the wrong bra size. Well she forwarned me she was new, she took my measurements then couldn't find the quick conversion chart so she called her boss. The boss said according to the measurments I was a 34D. I chuckled and said I would never fill a D cup, even when my milk first came in and I was engorged I couldn't fill a D cup. I walked out with a 34 B and went to Target for nursing pads!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_oYfRThDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7BKCih_iJGo/s1600-h/Logan+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386279186766988338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_oYfRThDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7BKCih_iJGo/s400/Logan+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like nursing 90% of the time. Let's be Honest that first month is a rough one. With Parker they didn't have cute nursing covers or even ugly ones for that matter. You just used a receiving blanket. I remember Parker and I were both under the blanket trying to figure it out. It was comical and now after 4 babies I can nurse, cook dinner, and talk on the phone all at the same time. It is rough at first every 2 1/2 hours it seems that's all you do at first is nurse. I just get dressed, eat and it's time again. Since it seems all I do is nurse the first 2 months I have finished 3 books. I like to nurse and read at the same time. It is also my excuse to get away for a few minutes or out of dinner clean-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jQwnd5TI/AAAAAAAAAUc/EDwzLvSwflI/s1600-h/Logan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386273556426253618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jQwnd5TI/AAAAAAAAAUc/EDwzLvSwflI/s400/Logan+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, I wouldn't trade in those precious moments just the two of us for anything. Just me and him for just a few minutes. I love the milky face when he's done and the satisfied, relaxed look when he's had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jQjhwWZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4L9JtYYLOrM/s1600-h/Logan+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386273552912636306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jQjhwWZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4L9JtYYLOrM/s400/Logan+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jPiblCyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jGfqIAzkq6Y/s1600-h/Logan+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386273535438424866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jPiblCyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jGfqIAzkq6Y/s400/Logan+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE YOU LOGAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jPaMCtyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6SRFRuVSbmg/s1600-h/Logan+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386273533225776930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_jPaMCtyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6SRFRuVSbmg/s400/Logan+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-2988400784748221889?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2988400784748221889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2988400784748221889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2988400784748221889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2988400784748221889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/09/nursing.html' title='Nursing!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sr_oYfRThDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7BKCih_iJGo/s72-c/Logan+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-5737628634775221689</id><published>2009-09-08T10:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:21:19.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Logan's Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>Dressed in white and looking like an angel was Logan. Gordon gave him his name and blessing and he did a great job. The circle was small this time since only David and Grandpa Davenport were in Utah.  We've been spoiled with the other 3 boys having all their aunts and uncles close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLGgJ5GRI/AAAAAAAAATU/McE4W3WccFI/s1600-h/Logan+blessing+day+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379139748767537426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLGgJ5GRI/AAAAAAAAATU/McE4W3WccFI/s400/Logan+blessing+day+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gordon was nervous but he gave a beautiful blessing and he bore his testimony also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLGPc429I/AAAAAAAAATM/Co9hBHL3Z_s/s1600-h/Logan+blessing+day+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379139744283810770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLGPc429I/AAAAAAAAATM/Co9hBHL3Z_s/s400/Logan+blessing+day+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not easy getting all the boys to smile or even look the same direction. As the boys like to say "you get what you get and don't throw a fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLFqcxI7I/AAAAAAAAATE/sSdUg0Lecrg/s1600-h/family+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379139734351193010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLFqcxI7I/AAAAAAAAATE/sSdUg0Lecrg/s400/family+pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gordon and I appreciated having his sister Sonya and her boyfriend Luke at church to support us for Logan's blessing. Gordon asked how she felt being "Mormon" for an hour. It meant a lot to him to have her come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLFJE1JmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ObE5QwXlYYU/s1600-h/Sonya+Gordy+Logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379139725392422498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLFJE1JmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ObE5QwXlYYU/s400/Sonya+Gordy+Logan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad, Grandma Shirley, David and Tara, Sonya and Luke for coming down for Logan's special day! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLEStRzqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YP6eZE7ERO4/s1600-h/Logan+blessing+day+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379139710798122658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLEStRzqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YP6eZE7ERO4/s400/Logan+blessing+day+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are grateful to have such a wonderful family and are blessed to kn0w that we have an eternal family. These 4 boys are precious and I wouldn't trade them for the world (most days)!&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/2339066839799062514-5737628634775221689?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5737628634775221689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=5737628634775221689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5737628634775221689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5737628634775221689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/09/logans-blessing-day.html' title='Logan&apos;s Blessing Day'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SqaLGgJ5GRI/AAAAAAAAATU/McE4W3WccFI/s72-c/Logan+blessing+day+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-6197377859357086219</id><published>2009-08-30T17:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:14:20.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam made it to 2 Years</title><content type='html'>Sam made it to his 2nd Birthday, barely. He always has bumps and bruises and his most traumatic just three weeks ago. We bought him a helmet (a little late we know). We thought we would get him a Spiderman scooter to go with his helmet. I think we'll only take it off in the car and at bedtime. With all the accidents he is still a sweet happy well-mannered boy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSG1Q9mwI/AAAAAAAAASs/0pFPdHxWg8o/s1600-h/Sam+2nd+B-day+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375910488783559426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSG1Q9mwI/AAAAAAAAASs/0pFPdHxWg8o/s400/Sam+2nd+B-day+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did cupcakes for him. It's sad by the time his birthday comes we are caked out from the other 2 August birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSGa1tolI/AAAAAAAAASk/txkrsKqmkdQ/s1600-h/Sam+2nd+B-day+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375910481689944658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSGa1tolI/AAAAAAAAASk/txkrsKqmkdQ/s400/Sam+2nd+B-day+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's wearing his birthday boy shirt with his priceless, toothless smile. We sure love you my sweet, sweet Sam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSF7nQ_KI/AAAAAAAAASc/kzqioeWvjhc/s1600-h/Sam+2nd+B-day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375910473307847842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSF7nQ_KI/AAAAAAAAASc/kzqioeWvjhc/s400/Sam+2nd+B-day+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam loves trucks, singing "Popcorn Popping" and loves to read books. His favorites are "Sam Sheep", Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, and his Oops book. I'm not sure of the real title. It's about colors and a turkey who puts his clothes on funny and it says Oops instead of a color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSFWNfcVI/AAAAAAAAASU/23JKg5h7Wec/s1600-h/family+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375910463267631442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSFWNfcVI/AAAAAAAAASU/23JKg5h7Wec/s400/family+211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our sweet boy he had the most hair off all the boys. Sam is our Mr. Smiles. The boys call him little man. He tries to be a big help to baby brother Loga. Always giving him loves and helping Mom find his clifford binky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSE_xRT8I/AAAAAAAAASM/OBYzSjD5GkM/s1600-h/websam8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375910457243684802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSE_xRT8I/AAAAAAAAASM/OBYzSjD5GkM/s400/websam8x10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love you blue eyes. Happy Birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-6197377859357086219?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6197377859357086219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=6197377859357086219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/6197377859357086219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/6197377859357086219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/08/sam-made-it-to-2-years.html' title='Sam made it to 2 Years'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SpsSG1Q9mwI/AAAAAAAAASs/0pFPdHxWg8o/s72-c/Sam+2nd+B-day+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-149169581114299936</id><published>2009-08-20T12:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:35:14.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan'/><title type='text'>Dylan is 5!</title><content type='html'>Dylan is 5 and he is so excited! He is going into Kindergarten to Mr. Matt's class.  Parker is excited to show him around Channing Hall and pick him up from class for car pool.  Dylan is really excited to be 5 because he can now play the big kid sports. No more itty-bitty, he gets the real deal now.  He is currently playing soccer and is signed up for flag football in the Fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TtxPgo6I/AAAAAAAAASE/1bCn77haR74/s1600-h/Parker+Soccer+Dylan+football+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112345044657058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TtxPgo6I/AAAAAAAAASE/1bCn77haR74/s400/Parker+Soccer+Dylan+football+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan loves to be with his Dad fishing, but he really likes it when just the two of them go for a bike ride. Dylan is great at riding his bike. This past spring we took off his training wheels and that same day he was jumping the curb.  He still likes puzzles and coloring and he is into Pokemon cards thanks to his older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TtS2B38I/AAAAAAAAAR8/pc7E4NKKrFE/s1600-h/Camping+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112336884719554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TtS2B38I/AAAAAAAAAR8/pc7E4NKKrFE/s400/Camping+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan is Mr. Independant. He is content doing his own thing like play Nintendo or Wii all day. He was born to be a gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2Tsw-Vx3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/p2t8I58GBmc/s1600-h/Baby+blessing,+photo+shoot+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112327792772978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2Tsw-Vx3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/p2t8I58GBmc/s400/Baby+blessing,+photo+shoot+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Dylan's baby photo and I think Logan looks like him. Dylan is so sweet even though he gets picked on by his older brother Parker and his younger brother Sam.  Dylan has that lady killer smile and sweet baby blues, he can get away with most anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TsYTxzqI/AAAAAAAAARs/DyClxh4FJUg/s1600-h/closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112321171803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TsYTxzqI/AAAAAAAAARs/DyClxh4FJUg/s400/closeup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan you are so precious. Happy Birthday! WE LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TrxqJlXI/AAAAAAAAARk/4IU0MOmvEf0/s1600-h/Parker+and+Dylan+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112310796653938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TrxqJlXI/AAAAAAAAARk/4IU0MOmvEf0/s400/Parker+and+Dylan+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-149169581114299936?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/149169581114299936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=149169581114299936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/149169581114299936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/149169581114299936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/08/dylan-is-5.html' title='Dylan is 5!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/So2TtxPgo6I/AAAAAAAAASE/1bCn77haR74/s72-c/Parker+Soccer+Dylan+football+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-7478368221663347983</id><published>2009-08-11T10:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:35:15.579-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><title type='text'>Parker's 7</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARKER!!!!  We can't believe he's 7 and going into 2nd grade.  Gordon said he feels old, I'll feel old next year when he get's baptized and starts cub scouts.  Parker has been my little helper with his younger brothers.  Parker loves to do crafty things, play the Wii with Dylan and to collect Pokemon cards. He just finished coach pitch baseball and is starting soccer this week. He likes all the sports except basketball.  The buzzer was too loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnXuva2SI/AAAAAAAAARc/pZPwMG9aSO4/s1600-h/Family+2009+513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756256928094498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnXuva2SI/AAAAAAAAARc/pZPwMG9aSO4/s400/Family+2009+513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His first driving lesson at Grandpa Thompson's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnXAkMzyI/AAAAAAAAARU/PCu5DlDrsqo/s1600-h/Parker+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756244533006114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnXAkMzyI/AAAAAAAAARU/PCu5DlDrsqo/s400/Parker+closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Parker! He started small 7 lbs 3 oz then he chunked up and became solid. Now at 7 he is still solid but is getting tall.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnW-1uk_I/AAAAAAAAARM/mhMRNuQoRto/s1600-h/Parker+Phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756244069651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnW-1uk_I/AAAAAAAAARM/mhMRNuQoRto/s400/Parker+Phoenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnWjFDvYI/AAAAAAAAARE/O8SGKASKIzs/s1600-h/coach+pitch+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756236617760130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnWjFDvYI/AAAAAAAAARE/O8SGKASKIzs/s400/coach+pitch+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet boy! He is very caring about other people but as the older brother he thinks it is his birthright to be the boss. But he sure loves his brothers!  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnWKNGBBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mQqWStxb19g/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756229940577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnWKNGBBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mQqWStxb19g/s400/Christmas+2008+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you Parker! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-7478368221663347983?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7478368221663347983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=7478368221663347983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7478368221663347983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7478368221663347983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/08/parkers-7.html' title='Parker&apos;s 7'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SoGnXuva2SI/AAAAAAAAARc/pZPwMG9aSO4/s72-c/Family+2009+513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-364530397893794091</id><published>2009-08-06T12:16:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:28:58.224-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Sam's Big Fall</title><content type='html'>Sam is a climber and he is fearless.  On Tuesday August 4th he had a big fall off the kitchen counter.  He's climbed up on the counter before, he doesn't even use a chair and puts his feet on top of the drawers and pulls himself up.  I get him down and tell him no climbing you'll get hurt. Well, that is what happened and he got hurt really bad.  He was screaming and he had a mouth full of blood.  I grabbed a towel and gave him the once over trying to locate the source of the blood.  I looked and he had all teeth his nose looked ok then he stuck out his tongue and I noticed a large hole in the middle.  I called the pediatrician and they said if the hole is big enough for food to get trapped then he needs to go to the ER and have it stitched. I called Gordon can't get a hold of him.  I had a text sent. I knew it would be hard to love Sam and take care of the baby in the ER so I called my sister-in-law Sonya and my niece Lynlee came over to watch the boys.  I am so grateful they were able to help out and know that the baby was being taken care of since we were in the ER for over 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hold of Gordon and he was with his Regional Manager in Park City. I would call him from the ER.  The Dr. gave Sam a sedative then they papoosed him and he started screaming. I held my own until he called Mamma, Mamma and I started crying.  He was so wiggly the Dr. had a hard time stitching, I glanced over and noticed his front teeth were bloody and they just looked wrong. The front 3 bottom teeth were lying flat towards his lips. They stopped tryingt to stitch saying the damage was more severe than they thought and needed to call a dentist. I called Gordon and it took me a minute before I could talk. All I could get out was "I need you its bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Snsf52WnKvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bvaZG4WwHME/s1600-h/Sam+with+missing+teeth+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366918459645438706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Snsf52WnKvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bvaZG4WwHME/s400/Sam+with+missing+teeth+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dr. said there was avulsion of his bottom 3 teeth with gingival laceration. I had 2 different dentist opinion and both said my options were to try to re-seed the teeth or take them out. Re-seeding may or may not work and he would have to have root cananls on all 3. The first tooth on the left you see in the picture was loose as well but it stayed upright. But it may have problems later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Snsf5f3-2AI/AAAAAAAAAQs/e035ba2zn1w/s1600-h/Sam+with+missing+teeth+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366918453611386882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Snsf5f3-2AI/AAAAAAAAAQs/e035ba2zn1w/s400/Sam+with+missing+teeth+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lines in the picture are the stitches. They started an IV for the anesthia and it took a lot for him to relax. The Dr. said he was a stubborn one. He tried to bite the Dr while he was under. It was like watching a horror film. The body was eerie still arms in mid-air and eyes wide open but eyelids and tonuge twitching. It was freaky and I never want to see that again. Icried and rubbed his legs hoping he knew mamma was there and praying that he would be ok. The nurse said Sam wouldn't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Snsf5HKhiBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yvbfxcZZPjo/s1600-h/Sam+with+missing+teeth+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366918446978271250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Snsf5HKhiBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yvbfxcZZPjo/s400/Sam+with+missing+teeth+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where the top lip hits his tongue it is raised a bit this is where the hole was in the middle but he bit all the way across his tongue. His tongue looks way better than it did. Everytime he opened his mouth I would cringe and cry.  He's doing OK now. He wakes up 1 or 2 times at night screaming and he kicks, hits and throws things in pain and frustration. His word "watch" is now more like "wash."&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the video is dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ebed5ba713145fd" 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://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ebed5ba713145fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47537C92E59DCDAF3CACC695E5711229B0D246A5.843A135CB80A7C65E017D49A9EDD84360C6CA8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ebed5ba713145fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzt8oh4nFlS6eEUpI4knPrAOmOsk&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://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ebed5ba713145fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47537C92E59DCDAF3CACC695E5711229B0D246A5.843A135CB80A7C65E017D49A9EDD84360C6CA8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ebed5ba713145fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzt8oh4nFlS6eEUpI4knPrAOmOsk&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/2339066839799062514-364530397893794091?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ebed5ba713145fd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/364530397893794091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=364530397893794091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/364530397893794091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/364530397893794091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/08/sams-big-fall.html' title='Sam&apos;s Big Fall'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Snsf52WnKvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bvaZG4WwHME/s72-c/Sam+with+missing+teeth+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-3049326412665915813</id><published>2009-07-20T20:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:07:07.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money</title><content type='html'>Parker thought it was his lucky day when he lost his top tooth. I've been trying to pull both of his top teeth for several days now but no go. We've tried biting apples and tonight he brushed his teeth a little too hard and one fell out. I know Mother's are supposed to be loving and supportive but &lt;strong&gt;come on&lt;/strong&gt; look at his teeth. I had to take a close-up of his "&lt;strong&gt;redneck&lt;/strong&gt;" teeth. I'm saying silent prayers that he will soon loose the other two top jacked up ones. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr9yGNMnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FA1N2KBa7ug/s1600-h/Parker%27s+teeth+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739271874261618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr9yGNMnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FA1N2KBa7ug/s400/Parker%27s+teeth+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gordon told him that he would get more money from the tooth fairy if he lost two teeth at once. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr9hCyrbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kOwSB6XcMsM/s1600-h/Parker%27s+teeth+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739267296538034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr9hCyrbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kOwSB6XcMsM/s400/Parker%27s+teeth+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here he is trying to get the other money making tooth. The more teeth that come out the more money I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr9K-Jm8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/JgmpZQH_Et0/s1600-h/Parker%27s+teeth+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739261371489218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr9K-Jm8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/JgmpZQH_Et0/s400/Parker%27s+teeth+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IT WORKED!!! The ToothFairy did not forget this time. How much did the ToothFairy give? A $1.25 a tooth. He scored $2.50 that night and bright and early (6:00 A.M.) he was nudging me asking if we could go to the store and buy Pokemon cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr8689RNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AYPtRAmZ0HI/s1600-h/Parker%27s+teeth+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739257071518930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr8689RNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AYPtRAmZ0HI/s400/Parker%27s+teeth+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Happy Day for Parker! He scored, I swear when I was a kid losing my teeth I got a quarter. I guess the government isn't the only one hiking up prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-3049326412665915813?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3049326412665915813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=3049326412665915813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3049326412665915813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3049326412665915813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SmUr9yGNMnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FA1N2KBa7ug/s72-c/Parker%27s+teeth+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8211154527720332705</id><published>2009-07-10T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:04:05.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sew Cute!</title><content type='html'>My sisters got their sew on so I thought I would post my latest projects for my new bundle of joy.  I made this car seat canopy tent instead of using a blanket to cover the baby.  It has velcro straps so it won't blow off and it protects baby from sun, wind, rain and people touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga_Yl97KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Yw-jvMBUiUw/s1600-h/sewing+003+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061432992984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga_Yl97KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Yw-jvMBUiUw/s400/sewing+003+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The underside is brown with blue polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga_Bld6aI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rogWdRO6cCw/s1600-h/sewing+005+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061426816870818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga_Bld6aI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rogWdRO6cCw/s400/sewing+005+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't my baby so cute sporting his new car seat cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga-_3bcGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/X1QFE0zn2wQ/s1600-h/sewing+004+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061426355335266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga-_3bcGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/X1QFE0zn2wQ/s400/sewing+004+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this whole baby set burp cloth, pee-teepee and minky blanket. First time I actually used a blanket binding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga-tlSu-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/lAorlJPG5Z4/s1600-h/sewing+002+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061421447429090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga-tlSu-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/lAorlJPG5Z4/s400/sewing+002+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the funniest. The pee-pee teepee or sprinkle cap. Yes, for the you know what.  Baby boys are unpredictable it's best to be prepared.  Easy project and handy for the first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga-XIEZsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Xmj3BStrWJ4/s1600-h/sewing+001+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061415419274946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga-XIEZsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Xmj3BStrWJ4/s400/sewing+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-8211154527720332705?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8211154527720332705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8211154527720332705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8211154527720332705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8211154527720332705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/07/sew-cute.html' title='Sew Cute!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Slga_Yl97KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Yw-jvMBUiUw/s72-c/sewing+003+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8252825096604794168</id><published>2009-07-02T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:19:47.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Baby Boy #4</title><content type='html'>We added another boy to our family on Tuesday June 30 at 2:10 pm. He weighed 7 lbs 3 oz and is 19 inches long. He and Parker weighed the same at birth so maybe he'll grow solid like Parker. Dylan was the biggest at 7 lbs 14 oz and he is my smallest boy. Go figure. Sam was the longest at 20 inches. Anyways drum roll please............... his name is&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOGAN DAVID THOMPSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;surprise I know! Being our last baby I had a hard time deciding. Thanks Doc for the instinct pep talk. My Dr. told me to go with my gut feeling so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1ldzWfBgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hOWNFKsrHkg/s1600-h/Baby+Logan+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047094688515586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1ldzWfBgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hOWNFKsrHkg/s400/Baby+Logan+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was vampire pale when he came out I thought I had gotten bitten by Edward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1lddzlpeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nR-WLzOxIsM/s1600-h/Baby+Logan+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047088905004514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1lddzlpeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nR-WLzOxIsM/s400/Baby+Logan+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has lots of dark hair, but it looks like it will lighten up like Sam's did.  Mommy, Baby and Daddy are all doing ok. We had a scare with him after my water broke his heart rate dropped dangerously low and my Dr. called for backup and the OR was on stand-by for a c-section because I was only dilated to a 6. Gordon had left to get lunch and the nurse asked me where he could be reached she wanted him there ASAP. There were lots of nurses just waiting. I was trying to keep from crying. My Mom walked in on the excitement unsure what was going on. Then Gordon came in and saw my Mom crying and me scared and he said I was only gone for 20 minutes and chaos breaks out.  He held my hand and I started crying.  After many minutes and moving positions, replacing machine cords baby decided to cooperate and his heart rate improved. When he came out the cord was wrapped around his neck resulting in all the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1ldFBxitI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7E6Qb4nnLVU/s1600-h/Baby+Logan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047082253617874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1ldFBxitI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7E6Qb4nnLVU/s400/Baby+Logan+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute boys. I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1lcvLkz2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wL9AmsiDsmA/s1600-h/my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047076389146466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1lcvLkz2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wL9AmsiDsmA/s400/my+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam gets grumpy when we let his brothers have a turn holding baby Logan.   Sam goes nose to nose with Logan and says "hi baby" over and over.  We found him hanging over the port a crib trying to take his hat off to rub his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1lcZ8ejsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NacqZCnTcCc/s1600-h/Baby+Logan+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047070688677570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1lcZ8ejsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NacqZCnTcCc/s400/Baby+Logan+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are all doing well. But I did miss having my camera girls (sisters) in the delivery room with us.  Gordon stepped it up and took some great shots.  We'll see how our first night at home goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan thanks for coming to our family. WE love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-8252825096604794168?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8252825096604794168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8252825096604794168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8252825096604794168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8252825096604794168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing-baby-boy-4.html' title='Introducing Baby Boy #4'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/Sk1ldzWfBgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hOWNFKsrHkg/s72-c/Baby+Logan+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-861853908643031584</id><published>2009-05-19T10:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:32:08.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Momma's new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/ShLbl4hDcSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HS8gyQs29gg/s1600-h/van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337569952260124962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/ShLbl4hDcSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HS8gyQs29gg/s400/van.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my long awaited Momma mobile. We can pick it up in a couple days. Gordon said he would never own one. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Never say Never!! Like a good husband he's buying what his wife wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a must needed DVD player (Parker &amp;amp; Dylan requested a movie in their car). Like they don't get enough TV time at home.  It will be so great for a rode trip to Boise next weeekend.  It is hard to share the 7" one between all 3.  Now Parker and Dylan can watch their own movie if they want.  I am so excited to have more space and so are the boys.  Leather seats, automatic sliding doors, rear air, 8 seats and a reversing camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 6 weeks to go before baby "Ranger" comes to the family and I was starting to get nervous that we weren't going to have a car for him. But, it all worked out.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When Momma's happy everybody's happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-861853908643031584?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/861853908643031584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=861853908643031584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/861853908643031584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/861853908643031584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommas-new-ride.html' title='Momma&apos;s new ride'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/ShLbl4hDcSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HS8gyQs29gg/s72-c/van.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-3997751368469730950</id><published>2009-05-01T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:57:07.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>R or no R that is the ?????</title><content type='html'>7 months pregnant. I now have 8 or 9 weeks left but who's counting?  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SfvCwztBrMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_mptHSCAJTY/s1600-h/Bathing+with+clothes+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331068727691685058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SfvCwztBrMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_mptHSCAJTY/s400/Bathing+with+clothes+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pregnancy has been good for the most part I get a lot of back aches and heart burn.  Heart burn is a sign of a head full of hair. Just like Sam hopefully.  We do have baby name issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gordon, Parker, Dylan and Sam all have a middle name that starts with R. Gordon is convinced that this baby boy will feel left out if he doesn't have a middle name that starts with R. I don't want to do R again. I really didn't want to do R with Sam but Gordon did so I let him pick it. No we haven't decided on a first name. I have to get this middle name issue resolved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically what I need to decide is if I don't give him an R name will he have 1 more thing to blame his parents for when he talks to his therapist? Isn't that the excuse for adults "it all started in childhood, it's my parents fault?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use the poll and vote. Will this hurt his pysche? I mean the other 3 were born in August and he's hopefully going to be born in June so already he's different. Maybe he won't feel left out if we name him August. August Rush!!! That's it that's the name! Thanks for the Love. VOTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-3997751368469730950?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3997751368469730950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=3997751368469730950' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3997751368469730950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3997751368469730950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/05/r-or-no-r-that-is.html' title='R or no R that is the ?????'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SfvCwztBrMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_mptHSCAJTY/s72-c/Bathing+with+clothes+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-5067922703047758339</id><published>2009-04-16T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:51:45.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>I was getting the bath ready for Dylan and when I went to get him Sam thought he would also take a bath, fully clothed. He loves baths and showers.  Sometimes he has two a day. A shower with Daddy in the morning and one at night with Parker and Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325315241872421506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_2zHcoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/areLNesJuUE/s400/Bathing+with+clothes+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If Mom won't undress me I'll get in anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_puU0PI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SMVsdeo2mLA/s1600-h/Bathing+with+clothes+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325315238362665202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_puU0PI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SMVsdeo2mLA/s400/Bathing+with+clothes+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love SPLASHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_Yz-voI/AAAAAAAAANs/dVH_ZWYFSvQ/s1600-h/Bathing+with+clothes+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325315233822981762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_Yz-voI/AAAAAAAAANs/dVH_ZWYFSvQ/s400/Bathing+with+clothes+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MOM I'm all clean! Where's Dylan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_ExT2CI/AAAAAAAAANk/7sq5fLLzpwU/s1600-h/Bathing+with+clothes+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325315228443072546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_ExT2CI/AAAAAAAAANk/7sq5fLLzpwU/s400/Bathing+with+clothes+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE THIS CUTE BOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-5067922703047758339?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5067922703047758339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=5067922703047758339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5067922703047758339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5067922703047758339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/04/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SedR_2zHcoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/areLNesJuUE/s72-c/Bathing+with+clothes+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-5471888058223364677</id><published>2009-04-11T15:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:14:53.677-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!! We had a neighborhood Easter egg hunt and it was fun. It was a little cold and it started to rain (that's why Sam is in his winter hat instead of bunny ears).  Aren't my bunnies cute?  They had 2 baby chicks and a bunny to pet. Sam kept saying "woof woof" to the rabbit.  Guess we need to work harder at our animal sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETnlSjTwI/AAAAAAAAANc/LI4hintVWxE/s1600-h/Boy+bunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323557805274386178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETnlSjTwI/AAAAAAAAANc/LI4hintVWxE/s400/Boy+bunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids 2 and under didn't really get the whole pick it up and put in your basket. Sam picked one up tried to open it or he's sit down for a break.  It is his first Easter egg hunt.  Last year he just sat in the stroller and watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323557800970054946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETnVQUbSI/AAAAAAAAANU/k2afvWDziiY/s400/Easter+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETnBIC_xI/AAAAAAAAANM/F9zahGWArHE/s1600-h/Easter+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323557795566649106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETnBIC_xI/AAAAAAAAANM/F9zahGWArHE/s400/Easter+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All 3 boys were in different "hunting" spots so I only got pictures of Sam. The boys still got tons of eggs doing it by themselves.  I was with Sam and Gordon was at work.  He misses all the fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETmxRnQ_I/AAAAAAAAANE/gfqQ13AXGZQ/s1600-h/Easter+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323557791311807474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETmxRnQ_I/AAAAAAAAANE/gfqQ13AXGZQ/s400/Easter+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted one more picture of their cute faces and it wasn't going so well.  Sam just wanted his candy, Parker was cold (he's been running a fever) and Dylan "hates pictures".  It can be torture, I keep saying just one more and 10 pictures later I let them eat their candy.  This was the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-5471888058223364677?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5471888058223364677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=5471888058223364677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5471888058223364677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5471888058223364677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SeETnlSjTwI/AAAAAAAAANc/LI4hintVWxE/s72-c/Boy+bunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-787167031408255701</id><published>2009-03-12T12:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:48:43.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Best-Friends</title><content type='html'>I apologize it has been a month since I last updated. I am really awful about keeping everyone posted I know it. But I wanted to post about the boys and how Parker and Dylan are best-friends (and the worst of enemies). They get mad at each other and say "I'm not your best-friend today." It's comical. We are trying to instill in the boys that they are brothers and best-friends and they will always be there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblVjT-ZNsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mXygTXRDBpA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312371300605966018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblVjT-ZNsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mXygTXRDBpA/s400/Christmas+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblVi0yOAII/AAAAAAAAAMs/Vvl-p1yKQwo/s1600-h/Boys+and+wet+pants+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312371292233400450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblVi0yOAII/AAAAAAAAAMs/Vvl-p1yKQwo/s400/Boys+and+wet+pants+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now we found out that Sam will have a best-friend too. A little baby brother due early July. Suprise, suprise not an August baby. I admit I was sad at first not getting the baby girl I wanted. But, Dylan reminded me that "you get what you get and don't throw a fit." and Parker said Sam has a best-friend now. How cute these boys are. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblVieBhAvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iB0TFVjUtO8/s1600-h/baby+boy+%234.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312371286123545330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblVieBhAvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iB0TFVjUtO8/s400/baby+boy+%234.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Thompson family name lives on and we are all excited (even Daddy) about another baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312374431827893346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblYZkr4HGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tg13KOvoECA/s400/Christmas+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&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/2339066839799062514-787167031408255701?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/787167031408255701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=787167031408255701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/787167031408255701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/787167031408255701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-friends.html' title='Best-Friends'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SblVjT-ZNsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mXygTXRDBpA/s72-c/Christmas+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-4687443576485112602</id><published>2009-02-12T10:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:27:18.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>Sneaky Sam!</title><content type='html'>He wasn't that into his Santa's presents.  He was curious why Santa left food on his plate.               He's thinking of taking it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRaqA5NQdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MM7ytPv8IOg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962339162866130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRaqA5NQdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MM7ytPv8IOg/s400/Christmas+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is anyone looking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapwo5QzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/e_CyW_kf2uA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962334799479602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapwo5QzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/e_CyW_kf2uA/s400/Christmas+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh YUM YUM!! Breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapqdqyJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/I9AxFhPK2yg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962333141780626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapqdqyJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/I9AxFhPK2yg/s400/Christmas+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothings better than carrots and chocolate chip cookies at 6 AM. Thanks Santa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapXazy8I/AAAAAAAAAME/1QwTNGm2XDU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962328029514690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapXazy8I/AAAAAAAAAME/1QwTNGm2XDU/s400/Christmas+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd round. This boy is all about the treats.  Food (candy) is definately the way to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapEJcMCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A5DwTdR7Wwg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962322856390690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRapEJcMCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A5DwTdR7Wwg/s400/Christmas+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-4687443576485112602?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4687443576485112602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=4687443576485112602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4687443576485112602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/4687443576485112602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneaky-sam.html' title='Sneaky Sam!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SZRaqA5NQdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MM7ytPv8IOg/s72-c/Christmas+2008+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2139487477492426310</id><published>2009-01-24T21:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:32:07.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Brothers Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am amazed at myself for updating my blog twice in one weekend. Anyways, I was downloading our Christmas photos and thought the one of Same and Parker is our funniest photo. Sam's Great-Aunt sent him a book that you put your face in and become that animal. Well, Parker was showing it to Sam and Sam just put his head between Parker's legs. Sam thinks he's funny when he does it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXvpZzjyrFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YN35jljVh-o/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295082416450481234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXvpZzjyrFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YN35jljVh-o/s400/Christmas+2008+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXvpZLRoRxI/AAAAAAAAALk/C0JRX_rUqWA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295082405636884242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXvpZLRoRxI/AAAAAAAAALk/C0JRX_rUqWA/s400/Christmas+2008+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339066839799062514-2139487477492426310?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2139487477492426310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2139487477492426310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2139487477492426310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2139487477492426310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/01/brothers-bonding.html' title='Brothers Bonding'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXvpZzjyrFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YN35jljVh-o/s72-c/Christmas+2008+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2142582202683504157</id><published>2009-01-23T16:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:24:46.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Wet Pants</title><content type='html'>Parker and Dylan don't like to get the bottom of their pants wet! They walk through the snow and pull their pants up.  But Sam doesn't mind being wet!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXEYoICQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qJU6ZVXBR7I/s1600-h/Boys+and+wet+pants+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294640044769282306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXEYoICQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qJU6ZVXBR7I/s400/Boys+and+wet+pants+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXEMpg9XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r7RRTUgyp5w/s1600-h/Boys+and+wet+pants+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294640041553884530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXEMpg9XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r7RRTUgyp5w/s400/Boys+and+wet+pants+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the puddle at the end of our driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXDniO6aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rZCRnZHkH1s/s1600-h/Boys+and+wet+pants+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294640031591229858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXDniO6aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rZCRnZHkH1s/s400/Boys+and+wet+pants+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOPS!! He didn't cry, he got back up for more and more and more! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXDcWZw5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-HIfuOStuz4/s1600-h/Boys+and+wet+pants+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294640028588819346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXDcWZw5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-HIfuOStuz4/s400/Boys+and+wet+pants+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His pants looked like this. He didn't want to come inside so I had to pick him up kicking and screaming. He cried the whole time I was trying to change him into dry clothes. Sam is going to be my outdoor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXDHkKPJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gKK8-EnF3L0/s1600-h/Boys+and+wet+pants+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294640023009377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXDHkKPJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gKK8-EnF3L0/s400/Boys+and+wet+pants+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339066839799062514-2142582202683504157?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2142582202683504157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2142582202683504157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2142582202683504157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2142582202683504157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/01/wet-pants.html' title='Wet Pants'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SXpXEYoICQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qJU6ZVXBR7I/s72-c/Boys+and+wet+pants+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8907385603775140967</id><published>2009-01-22T10:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:54:06.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Let them in?</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago while among peaceful dreams I barely am aware of the door opening and pitter patter to Gordon's side of the bed.  Dylan had come into our room and he always goes to Gordon's side of the bed because guess who is always on my side, Parker.  Parker usually doesn't come in until 5 am and crawls over me (I sleep on the edge hoping for my own space).  Sometimes Parker wakes me up asking for me to hold him.  I have to be touching him. He is a mommy's boy.  Anywho, 2 nights ago after Dylan has been in our bed awhile he gets up and leaves.  I wonder why until I roll over and hit the dreaded wet spot.  Oh sure pee in my bed then leave to change into dry clothes and hop in your DRY bed. Well what do I do at 4 am.  I roll over hoping Gordon doesn't find out because he'd make me get up and change the sheets.  Minutes later he realizes Dylan left and asks me where he went. I played dumb and rolled over.  Well he felt the wet spot got up grabbed a towel put it over the wet spot and got ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;                  Not a good morning to have to strip the sheets, mattress pad, feather bed thing and the mattress was soaked.  I go through spurts where I let them come in then I tell them to stay out of our bed for awhile and threaten to lock the door.  Sometimes I think that their little it won't last much longer and they'll be to big or too cool for snuggles with Mom so why not enjoy it.  (except for when they pee us out of the bed).  My Mom says I did the same thing when I was little.  Sorry Mom and Dad I now know how frustrating it must have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-8907385603775140967?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8907385603775140967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8907385603775140967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8907385603775140967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8907385603775140967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-them-in.html' title='Let them in?'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2796663598773585054</id><published>2008-12-27T15:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:28:15.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SVazwzwNmyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Hl32Qo0lLEw/s1600-h/boys+with+Santa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284608863873375010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SVazwzwNmyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Hl32Qo0lLEw/s400/boys+with+Santa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they look like angels? Sam did not like Santa, he would look up at him and cry then look at us and cry then back to Santa. I think it is their cutest Santa picture so far. The boys wrote Santa a letter and our elf "Ralphie" took it to him when he flies to the North Pole at night. The next morning Ralphie had a letter from Santa to us saying they were mostly good boys all year. Santa also sent some gold reindeer dust and told the boys to sprinkle it outside the house on Christmas Eve to help the reindeer with their landing. I loved this Christmas with them. So full of excitement, innocence and they BELIEVE. I caught Santa sneaking in their rooms on Christmas Eve.  I'll post pictures of that later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-2796663598773585054?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2796663598773585054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2796663598773585054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2796663598773585054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2796663598773585054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SVazwzwNmyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Hl32Qo0lLEw/s72-c/boys+with+Santa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-5058003928105178659</id><published>2008-11-16T20:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:17:39.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>UH OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SSDgV0vhDNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8btrTQ9RKB0/s1600-h/pulled+bumper+down+to+see+mom+and+fell+asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269458229563296978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SSDgV0vhDNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8btrTQ9RKB0/s400/pulled+bumper+down+to+see+mom+and+fell+asleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam's favorite word is uh-oh and he says it so cute. On Saturday I heard him wake up from his nap and he was fussing but not crying, so I thought I would give him another minute. Next thing I heard was THUD! Gordon and I looked at each other and ran to his room I could hear him behind the door crying. I asked the boys if they went in and they said no. Parker has gotten him out of the crib before. Sam evidently climbed out of his crib, fell and crawled to the door to get out. I tried to soothe him and Gordon lowered his crib all the way. I have no idea how he did it but he's a smart one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the weekend funny. David and the girls spent the night on Friday while Tara was on her girls trip. We put the kids to bed and Gordon wanted to watch some T.V but couldn't find the Tivo remote. (We don't watch T.V. unless it is on Tivo). We looked for an hour then David said look in the trash. Gordon did and dumpster diving was negative. We kept searching and even took flashlights into the boys rooms to look. I was done and told Gordon maybe this is a sign we watch too much T.V. He wouldn't have it. I asked if he check the trash he said yes and I asked about the recycling. His comment why would I check in there. I went outside and the remote was in the Frosted Flakes box. I had the box next to the door that afternoon to take out and Sam (Gordon's not so sure it was Sam) put the remote in the box and I threw it away. There was a pop can in the box so the rattling didn't phase me. Yes, we are back in front of the T.V. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-5058003928105178659?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5058003928105178659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=5058003928105178659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5058003928105178659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5058003928105178659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/11/uh-oh.html' title='UH OH'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SSDgV0vhDNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8btrTQ9RKB0/s72-c/pulled+bumper+down+to+see+mom+and+fell+asleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-5746659361544510138</id><published>2008-11-09T10:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:22:14.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dianna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me to me! I can't believe I am 31.  Gordon let me sleep in today then he fixed breakfast and put a candle in my blueberry muffin which the boys blew out for me and then sang Happy Birthday to Mommy. The boys took turns opening my presents and they were all wonderful. Thanks Mom for the watch, shirts and cute purse. Gordon got me a Garmin watch, a hint to get me back running. It has been 2 weeks since I ran last. Our family is doing a Turkey run (5k) on Thanksgiving morning. We are going to stroll the boys while we run. I bought myself alpine trees to go in the family room for Christmas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gordon also gave me a special something something to be revealed in a couple weeks he said. So stay tuned for the special something something surprise!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved Panda Bears, they are cute and cuddly looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266719873014356674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SRcl0fqC2sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sjP-2btn9vw/s400/Dianna+and+Panda+Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY current likes are: 1) Biscoffs (the cookies that Delta passes out for a snack), 2)sewing: current project hooter hider for Edon and I'm still working on the boys rag blankets.  3) I Like to watch biggest loser and Prison Break 3) sneaking the boys Halloween Candy 4) Forever Strong, the movie about Rugby. It was a good show and made me miss the good ole' days where I'd run and score and Danielle would tackle for me.  We think we'll have the boys go to Highland High just to play.  5) currently listening to Music and Lyrics cd, best song Buddha's Delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-5746659361544510138?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5746659361544510138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=5746659361544510138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5746659361544510138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/5746659361544510138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-dianna.html' title='Happy Birthday Dianna!'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SRcl0fqC2sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sjP-2btn9vw/s72-c/Dianna+and+Panda+Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8008284231847288519</id><published>2008-10-28T10:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:24:49.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Children of the Corn</title><content type='html'>We went to Cornbelly's which is a corn maze and this year the corn field maze is shaped as American Idol singer David Archuletta.  They had more activities than I thought for the kids.  They had a big jump on it pillow and pedal carts and we can't forget the mini-cow train ride.  We did the corn maze and after a 1/2 hour of following the boys directions we saw the emergency exit and told them they did it! They conquered the maze.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242798710991042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc98eMGqMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/adF5Kjb9LGE/s400/Cornbelly%27s+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc98tdR7tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XOA2Z6TP1Vs/s1600-h/Cornbelly%27s+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242802809564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc98tdR7tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XOA2Z6TP1Vs/s400/Cornbelly%27s+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to semi-coordinate all of us in orange.  We don't have very many family photos done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc97oHr8vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AKHw-5SypxQ/s1600-h/Cornbelly%27s+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242784196948722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc97oHr8vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AKHw-5SypxQ/s400/Cornbelly%27s+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker took this picture of Gordon and I.  He is a great photographer.  He says he wants to be an artist when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc97ddLCvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pcSajip11QY/s1600-h/Cornbelly%27s+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242781334276850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc97ddLCvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pcSajip11QY/s400/Cornbelly%27s+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if this is our Christmas card photo.  It turned out cute. You never know what your gonna get when strangers take your photo.  This girl actually asked feet or no feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc96yfkszI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lwaZFN_u_TQ/s1600-h/Cornbelly%27s+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242769801622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc96yfkszI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lwaZFN_u_TQ/s400/Cornbelly%27s+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-8008284231847288519?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8008284231847288519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8008284231847288519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8008284231847288519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8008284231847288519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/10/children-of-corn.html' title='Children of the Corn'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SQc98eMGqMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/adF5Kjb9LGE/s72-c/Cornbelly%27s+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-2080367516936740472</id><published>2008-10-18T11:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:00:53.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><title type='text'>The Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>This photo was taken moments after Parker lost his first tooth. He's been playing with it all day and it happened to come out in the car on our way home from the zoo. Gavin and Dylan were yelling "Parker's bleeding" and I almost gave everyone whiplash from swerving to the side so fast. He was so excited to have lost his first tooth and couldn't wait for the weekend to be over to show his friends and teacher. That night I put his tooth in a baggie and I labeled it with the date and how he lost it. I did this because I was talking to my Mom and Dad who where in town for the weekend; and Dad said he has a drawer full of teeth he kept and has no idea what mouth they once belonged in. &lt;br /&gt;         Parents who have had children loose teeth what do you do with them after the tooth fairy arrives?  Keep them or throw them away?  I don't think kids will care to have their baby teeth given back to them as an adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SPocpcl2m-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bFOm8CQXrcg/s1600-h/parker_tooth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258547013283650530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SPocpcl2m-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bFOm8CQXrcg/s400/parker_tooth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker put his baggie under his pillow and the next morning he stormed into our room holding up the baggie.  Our hearts sank. The tooth fairy forgot.  I told him the first tooth his speical and the tooth fairy wants him to keep it.  I ran to the purse for his gold dollar and shook his pillow and wallah money appeared.  Then all was forgiven.  He now has another tooth loose and the tooth fairy said she wouldn't forget this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-2080367516936740472?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2080367516936740472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=2080367516936740472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2080367516936740472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/2080367516936740472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/10/tooth-fairy.html' title='The Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SPocpcl2m-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bFOm8CQXrcg/s72-c/parker_tooth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-7213115976572853551</id><published>2008-09-30T09:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:34:08.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>SAM's first birthday</title><content type='html'>SAM our little man!!  He is now a mover and a shaker.  He stands on his own and takes 3 steps before crashing head first.  He climbs our stairs and has started to turn himself around and go down the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;                  We haven't been able to take his 1 yr old pix yet because he always has  a goose egg and bruised on his forehead. And he has this face rash that won't go away.  But, despite this he is still all smiles.  My daycare ladies threaten to take him home.  So he so snuggley.  You pick him up and he lays his head on your shoulder.  It melts my heart.  Lately, he is become a daddy's boy.  I tried to take him out of Gordon's arms and Sam had a death grip on his daddy and started screaming.  Gordon loved it he says he doesn't get enough of Sam.  But as a Mom i'm sad my little baby is ready to venture on his own with the big boys.   I wonder if he'll want me after Gordon takes all the boys this weekend while I run my marathon.  I'm sure, boys always come back to Momma.  (I'm gone and Gordon goes to his Momma). Boys do have a special bond with their Mom's. &lt;br /&gt;             Sam loves his walker and to trhow balls.  He grabs his neck while drinking his bottle or if he is really tired.  He also loves to give people wet kisses and he and mommy do eskimo kisses before bed.  He'll grab my face his both of us chubby hands and try to move my head back and forth nose to nose.  He just laughs.  We love this little toe-head.  Which we are suprised he is so light when he was so dark for the first 6 months. WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDK-9Fk8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/N6rUqmadvEA/s1600-h/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251833971444388802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDK-9Fk8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/N6rUqmadvEA/s400/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDLR3-RxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YsbGtb5rHBc/s1600-h/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251833976523212562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDLR3-RxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YsbGtb5rHBc/s400/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDL5C0_2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Mq5ZKyNl-To/s1600-h/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251833987037724514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDL5C0_2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Mq5ZKyNl-To/s400/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDMFwIVJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vhvE73uLmxI/s1600-h/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251833990448960658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDMFwIVJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vhvE73uLmxI/s400/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDMEXnT3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/crUWRGtKsWQ/s1600-h/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251833990077697906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDMEXnT3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/crUWRGtKsWQ/s400/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339066839799062514-7213115976572853551?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7213115976572853551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=7213115976572853551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7213115976572853551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7213115976572853551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/09/sams-first-birthday.html' title='SAM&apos;s first birthday'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SOJDK-9Fk8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/N6rUqmadvEA/s72-c/Dylan+4+and+Sams+1+birthday+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8614415413770778537</id><published>2008-08-28T14:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:43:08.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We love this blonde, blue eyed, independant 4 year old with a mischievious smile.  He loves to play Donkey Kong on the ancient Nintendo 64 and he loves the Wii if Parker lets him play.  Dylan is so sweet to his brothers (though lately he's starting to really fight back, I guess enough is enough).  He started pre-school and loves being a big kid at the Apple school (Learning Dynamics). His favorite color is green and he loves sweets like his mommy.  He still likes batman and he got a bike for his birthday that he is so excited about. He also got a leapster which is awesome since he is in the car a lot taking Parker to and from school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are so glad he is in our family.  Everyone needs a sweet Dylan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcL_aLRqpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ygCLUFLhn04/s1600-h/birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239669875455142546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcL_aLRqpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ygCLUFLhn04/s400/birthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcL_4wnPqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jEcHTLJN2uY/s1600-h/birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239669883664809634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcL_4wnPqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jEcHTLJN2uY/s400/birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He does not like the sound of fireworks.  He kept his ears plugged the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcMAWMBrNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EkwXtPhvkfc/s1600-h/birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239669891564416210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcMAWMBrNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EkwXtPhvkfc/s400/birthday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He LOVES Grandpa Thompson's ribs.  YUM YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcMBD0PF7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hUDoSL7SLVM/s1600-h/birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239669903812663218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcMBD0PF7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hUDoSL7SLVM/s400/birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE LOVE YOU DYLAN!!!!&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/2339066839799062514-8614415413770778537?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8614415413770778537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8614415413770778537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8614415413770778537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8614415413770778537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-dylan.html' title='Happy Birthday Dylan'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SLcL_aLRqpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ygCLUFLhn04/s72-c/birthday+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8677271639525099240</id><published>2008-08-08T07:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:33:44.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SJyDYPIearI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wn784c3cj74/s1600-h/2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232201319499852466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SJyDYPIearI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wn784c3cj74/s400/2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big 6! I can't believe you are six years old. We love you so much. What am I going to do when you go to first grade ALL DAY? I have some good ideas and so does Dylan. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I can't believe he's 6 my once chubby baby now is getting tall and slim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in Boise celebrating with Gordon's parents and sisters. We are going to a children's discovery center today, the boys will decorate their own cupcakes and then if it isn't blazing hot here again then off to the park I found while running last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-8677271639525099240?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8677271639525099240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8677271639525099240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8677271639525099240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8677271639525099240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-parker.html' title='Happy Birthday Parker'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SJyDYPIearI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wn784c3cj74/s72-c/2008+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-1322766645241367415</id><published>2008-08-01T09:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:28:41.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry we have been MIA from blogging. We had a computer virus and had to take it into the shop then we left for Spokane to mom's house for two weeks. Now we are starting to get ready for school again.  Parker starts his summer reading/math program for 8 days at his school.  Then school starts in two weeks for both boys.  Also, August is our big birthday month. Parker's is this Friday the 8th then Dylan's on the 25th then Sam's on the 29th.  We are going to party all month (after 3:30) when school gets out. I'll be busy this week trying to get his birthday blanket done.  He picked out fabric (all super-heroes) and wants me to sew he and Dylan a blanket.  When we give our sewing gifts to friends and family Parker always tells them "my Mommy made that."  I hear how proud he is of our latest project and it makes me smile.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574360202155762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SJMuLFJXFvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6S1iaLKsvXA/s200/DSC_0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sam and Dylan too cute for words.  They love smiling and posing in front of the camera. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574368498098242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SJMuLkDRIEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/p_kZJhoeadw/s200/DSC_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229573727974981042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SJMtmR6p_bI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iS6w_P7rAfE/s200/more+cous+camp+148.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/2339066839799062514-1322766645241367415?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1322766645241367415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=1322766645241367415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1322766645241367415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1322766645241367415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/08/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SJMuLFJXFvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6S1iaLKsvXA/s72-c/DSC_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-7236677535733023454</id><published>2008-07-01T22:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:02:02.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>3rd bowling member</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I was cleaning Sam's closet out and decided I should do a nostalgic photo shoot. These are my husband's baby clothes.  I took a picture of Parker and Dylan in this outfit too.  But, this is the first time I used the "Gordy" ball as a prop. Sam did great till I tried to put him on the bowling ball. Gordon doesn't think it's funny he's crying. I think it is cute. You can see in the other pix that I waited too long to take a photo shoot. The shirt is busting from the seams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJ4Rd4mSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l-bD7Hxi2O0/s1600-h/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218275455604922658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJ4Rd4mSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l-bD7Hxi2O0/s400/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJf3zJjqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0y6UYe4R78Y/s1600-h/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJgbq5j-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/vTkH4iLuKpE/s1600-h/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218275046027005922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJgbq5j-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/vTkH4iLuKpE/s400/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJhG2DdZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zKBkTNA7xF0/s1600-h/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218275057616516498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJhG2DdZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zKBkTNA7xF0/s400/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Please let me down now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJhrZL8vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WbK89tYTuJo/s1600-h/Can+I+get+off+now!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218275067427549938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJhrZL8vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WbK89tYTuJo/s400/Can+I+get+off+now!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What a Ham!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJhxY2V2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/mSHgSSx29vU/s1600-h/Sam+and+ducky+baseball+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218275069036746594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJhxY2V2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/mSHgSSx29vU/s400/Sam+and+ducky+baseball+outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-7236677535733023454?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7236677535733023454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=7236677535733023454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7236677535733023454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7236677535733023454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-bowling-member.html' title='3rd bowling member'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGsJ4Rd4mSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l-bD7Hxi2O0/s72-c/Nostalgic+photo+shoot+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-1786453717988271329</id><published>2008-06-29T10:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:19:18.973-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>Yes, we feed him (under the table)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At Sam's 9 month Dr.'s appointment he said to supplement him more with formula and table food to get him back up on the curve. He only weighed 15# 7 oz and only grew 3/4 inch. This concerned the Dr. so we started giving him more formula and tablefood. We just let him loose under the table and let him feed himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe00I1GWGI/AAAAAAAAADs/AuDzVLHQ7r8/s1600-h/Food+and+sleeping+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217337501148403810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe00I1GWGI/AAAAAAAAADs/AuDzVLHQ7r8/s400/Food+and+sleeping+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe00mq4tZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x4-GQ0TET_4/s1600-h/Food+and+sleeping+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217337509158630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe00mq4tZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x4-GQ0TET_4/s400/Food+and+sleeping+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe00w9qp3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qF7SQvuMoKA/s1600-h/must+have+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217337511921756018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe00w9qp3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qF7SQvuMoKA/s400/must+have+food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is in the highchair he naps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217338249899591810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe1fuJSyII/AAAAAAAAAEE/YnZNQ1LL9JM/s400/Food+and+sleeping+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-1786453717988271329?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1786453717988271329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=1786453717988271329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1786453717988271329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/1786453717988271329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-we-feed-him-under-table.html' title='Yes, we feed him (under the table)'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SGe00I1GWGI/AAAAAAAAADs/AuDzVLHQ7r8/s72-c/Food+and+sleeping+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-8781839860451896419</id><published>2008-06-20T07:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:47:14.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Army Crawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77d647a6c83a49fc" 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://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77d647a6c83a49fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F2207020171E12E95C0209DA60F7BEF588CB99.23CDCC9865B4BA233B24A685313F5CEDED1CA378%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77d647a6c83a49fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsnCVogNtkPaa-eHyOOfai5X9Z5s&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://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77d647a6c83a49fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F2207020171E12E95C0209DA60F7BEF588CB99.23CDCC9865B4BA233B24A685313F5CEDED1CA378%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77d647a6c83a49fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsnCVogNtkPaa-eHyOOfai5X9Z5s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sam is getting around like you wouldn't believe. He sits up okay but usually face plants it after a couple of minutes. He rolls around the room to get what he wants. Then in the middle of our Sunday school class he started to army crawl to one of the boys scriptures. Then out the window the lesson went as 5 six year olds (and us) clapped and cheered Sam on. He has since been a very busy little guy. We've started to barricade him in the family room so he doesn't move to the stairs. No toy is safe from his mouth now that he is on the prowl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-8781839860451896419?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=77d647a6c83a49fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8781839860451896419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=8781839860451896419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8781839860451896419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/8781839860451896419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/06/sams-army-crawl.html' title='Sam&apos;s Army Crawl'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-7274409824650523211</id><published>2008-06-17T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:12:48.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFhfyu1Z-uI/AAAAAAAAADc/fVo69mc6B8o/s1600-h/NM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213021893851478754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFhfyu1Z-uI/AAAAAAAAADc/fVo69mc6B8o/s400/NM.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good news is that Gordon is getting a promotion sad news that we need to move to Albuquerque, New Mexico ( I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; how to spell it). Which for those who can't remember their geography (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DaNae&lt;/span&gt;) it is a four corner state. It is between Arizona and Texas. We are putting our house on the market mid July. His promotion is "official" March 2009 but they want him their full-time between Sept./Oct. So if our house doesn't sell then we'll see him every other weekend. Not sure on details. I guess there is the National Atomic Museum. I think  the boys will love that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213021906239985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFhfzc_DlcI/AAAAAAAAADk/C97Y9edZmw8/s400/atomic-museum-71_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any positive feedback on NM would be helpful. We are excited for Gordon's big break but sad about leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt; we really like it here. But I guess all good things come to an end eventually.  It is possible in 3-5 years of moving back to Utah. But, who know maybe we'll actually like New Mexico and stay.  We'll see what happens. A new adventure awaits the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thompsons&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339066839799062514-7274409824650523211?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7274409824650523211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=7274409824650523211' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7274409824650523211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/7274409824650523211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news-and-sad-news.html' title='Good News and Sad News'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFhfyu1Z-uI/AAAAAAAAADc/fVo69mc6B8o/s72-c/NM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339066839799062514.post-3706053225583686180</id><published>2008-06-15T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:18:38.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWgSP_U0gI/AAAAAAAAACE/y6zsZ7BOOF8/s1600-h/Graduation+weekend+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212248379141444098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWgSP_U0gI/AAAAAAAAACE/y6zsZ7BOOF8/s320/Graduation+weekend+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to celebrate Gordon graduating from University of Phoenix with a family trip to Disneyland. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, we (the boys and I) were the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; force and we finally had our dad and husband back after 3 years. We had so much fun but it seems we need a vacation from our vacation. We had a busy week. We started our trip by going to Zion National Park and it was so pretty. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFU9aITge6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgaRTzFAoIw/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212139662866414498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFU9aITge6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgaRTzFAoIw/s200/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note when asking random people to take your picture. Be specific. I should have told this man we would like to see the pretty red rock behind us not the red cement. I guess it is hard to take a picture when it is arms length away from you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWfciqvXSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uVtEWekiadQ/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212247456442440994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWfciqvXSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uVtEWekiadQ/s200/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWcPR4DkzI/AAAAAAAAABM/aHFd4EeEBvQ/s1600-h/Hoover+Dam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212243930061706034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWcPR4DkzI/AAAAAAAAABM/aHFd4EeEBvQ/s200/Hoover+Dam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWhUUYLMQI/AAAAAAAAACM/_gPqDpk9RfM/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212249514190778626" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWhUUYLMQI/AAAAAAAAACM/_gPqDpk9RfM/s320/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+018.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the night in St. George and traveled to Vegas to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DaNae&lt;/span&gt;, Ben, Ella and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Denton&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Krystee&lt;/span&gt; were also there. We went to Hoover Dam which was cool the boys were disappointed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Allspark&lt;/span&gt; and the transformers weren't there anymore. We spent the night in Vegas then off to the happiest place on Earth. Parker loved Space Mountain which I had to ride with him, Gordon doesn't do well with motion and speed. He went on Buzz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lightyear&lt;/span&gt; with Dylan and Sam. We were disappointed you don't see a lot of characters anymore but we did go to the parades and saw them. I loved watching the boys faces when they saw their favorite characters! Priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to San Diego Zoo, Sea World and we spent the day with Danielle going to travel town in LA. Their house, yard and nursery look great. The boys kept trying to find the cats hiding spots. I'll end my first blog attempt with a collage of photos. I kept having different people take our picture in front of the castle till I got a decent one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWcQFJXQRI/AAAAAAAAABc/lT__7w8hH-Y/s1600-h/boys+%26+mickey+ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212243943824507154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWcQFJXQRI/AAAAAAAAABc/lT__7w8hH-Y/s200/boys+%26+mickey+ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWcP1EA2cI/AAAAAAAAABU/IB2Br3g74RY/s1600-h/Family+%26+Castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212243939507100098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWcP1EA2cI/AAAAAAAAABU/IB2Br3g74RY/s200/Family+%26+Castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkDjME13I/AAAAAAAAACU/xuQub2s_in8/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212252524643669874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkDjME13I/AAAAAAAAACU/xuQub2s_in8/s200/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkFkzFwzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rjBFo3ng6Uo/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212252559435481906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkFkzFwzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rjBFo3ng6Uo/s200/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkEc4hdcI/AAAAAAAAACc/5oyfbUcNq4Y/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212252540130915778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkEc4hdcI/AAAAAAAAACc/5oyfbUcNq4Y/s200/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkE5ER1YI/AAAAAAAAACk/dUC4IG7K7ak/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212252547696416130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkE5ER1YI/AAAAAAAAACk/dUC4IG7K7ak/s200/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkFAmjEMI/AAAAAAAAACs/VJiXjFOfF6A/s1600-h/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212252549719199938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWkFAmjEMI/AAAAAAAAACs/VJiXjFOfF6A/s200/Zion%27s,+Vegas+%26+Disneyland+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2339066839799062514-3706053225583686180?l=gordondianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3706053225583686180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339066839799062514&amp;postID=3706053225583686180' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3706053225583686180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339066839799062514/posts/default/3706053225583686180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gordondianna.blogspot.com/2008/06/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Dianna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGvov4vlLSk/SFWgSP_U0gI/AAAAAAAAACE/y6zsZ7BOOF8/s72-c/Graduation+weekend+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
