<?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-7558644190253933789</id><updated>2011-08-16T10:22:09.197-06:00</updated><category term='Samantha'/><category term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Loved &amp; Lovely</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3815989037195719157</id><published>2009-09-13T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:04:46.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fouth of July</title><content type='html'>Summer recap&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;....(pics out of order, can't get them moved!)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chris, Ken and Ryan - the "official "pyrotechs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150926007703618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2wQbN0GEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5xOuYYD49Go/s320/DSCN2089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v63Els1I/AAAAAAAABLI/0snEfOyovVo/s1600-h/DSCN2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150555528082258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v63Els1I/AAAAAAAABLI/0snEfOyovVo/s320/DSCN2085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The cousins waving their allegiance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v6WBflBI/AAAAAAAABLA/gi1vXBQJFqM/s1600-h/DSCN2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150546656728082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v6WBflBI/AAAAAAAABLA/gi1vXBQJFqM/s320/DSCN2066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;patriotic fruit pizza&lt;/span&gt;, gluten free of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v5s96mRI/AAAAAAAABK4/pRdoTtntY3s/s1600-h/DSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150535635867922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v5s96mRI/AAAAAAAABK4/pRdoTtntY3s/s320/DSCN1920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend with Chris' family.  We went to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Freedom Festival&lt;/span&gt; on Friday and had a blast!  Then Saturday we met at one of our &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;favorite spots, Thanksgiving Point Gardens&lt;/span&gt; and cruised around in the golf cart.  Then we met up at Ken and Kirsti's for dinner and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the firework show&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v5FbKKTI/AAAAAAAABKw/asa6wnzhNgE/s1600-h/DSCN1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150525021104434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v5FbKKTI/AAAAAAAABKw/asa6wnzhNgE/s320/DSCN1888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Manthy at the Freedom Festival with her &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;oversized bow&lt;/span&gt; I made....she'll grow into it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v4XjnKaI/AAAAAAAABKo/u9qnvN6gZkg/s1600-h/DSCN1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381150512708528546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2v4XjnKaI/AAAAAAAABKo/u9qnvN6gZkg/s320/DSCN1890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex with her &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;two favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...a poor innocent &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flower she plucked&lt;/span&gt; from someone's garden and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a balloon!&lt;/span&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/7558644190253933789-3815989037195719157?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3815989037195719157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3815989037195719157' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3815989037195719157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3815989037195719157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/fouth-of-july.html' title='Fouth of July'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sq2wQbN0GEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5xOuYYD49Go/s72-c/DSCN2089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2974293293055298624</id><published>2009-09-10T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:53:51.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We LOVE this place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanksgiving Point Gardens.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Secret Garden.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's Utah's biggest secret, nobody is ever there when we go. It's amazing, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my kids love going there&lt;/span&gt; and so do Chris and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380065722960039314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqnVRS1JzZI/AAAAAAAABJo/kR5VHpJ5Ifc/s320/DSCN2319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cutest cousins ever or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380065732670098066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqnVR3ANipI/AAAAAAAABJw/7wV4gS7BtGg/s320/DSCN2299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqnVSTkOSsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/AcqMg2uddAw/s1600-h/DSCN2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380065740337334978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqnVSTkOSsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/AcqMg2uddAw/s320/DSCN2290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's been a year full of the Gardens, the Farm, Dinosaur Museum and more. Our pass runs out next week and we are SO sad...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe Santa will renew it for us! (hint hint J)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2974293293055298624?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2974293293055298624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2974293293055298624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2974293293055298624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2974293293055298624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-love-this-place.html' title='We LOVE this place'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqnVRS1JzZI/AAAAAAAABJo/kR5VHpJ5Ifc/s72-c/DSCN2319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4884712755797066030</id><published>2009-09-03T19:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:34:01.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitz and Glamour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqBtSRc620I/AAAAAAAABJg/g9hvSgW3qtY/s1600-h/glitter+toes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377418115770145602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqBtSRc620I/AAAAAAAABJg/g9hvSgW3qtY/s320/glitter+toes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Glitter Toes. Love 'em!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My sister Joanna just started a new blog for her business click &lt;a href="http://skinbyjoanna.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whole host of things&lt;/span&gt; like facials, waxing, pedicures and yes, glitter toes! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you'd like to book an appointment or glitter toe party contact her thru her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-4884712755797066030?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4884712755797066030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4884712755797066030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4884712755797066030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4884712755797066030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/glitz-and-glamour.html' title='Glitz and Glamour'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SqBtSRc620I/AAAAAAAABJg/g9hvSgW3qtY/s72-c/glitter+toes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5945715906128549862</id><published>2009-09-02T09:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:51:31.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sp6QPHaWctI/AAAAAAAABJY/XWF8L0LGfIY/s1600-h/Oquirrh-Mountain-Utah_sm_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376893594488959698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sp6QPHaWctI/AAAAAAAABJY/XWF8L0LGfIY/s320/Oquirrh-Mountain-Utah_sm_hr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...the temple. Or as Alex says &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;"Our Temple"&lt;/span&gt;. We are so lucky to live so close to this &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;majestic building&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We had the priviledge to help with the open house, Chris sang in the choir for the dedication &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you might have seen him on t.v)&lt;/span&gt; and now he is a temple worker.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To learn more about how your family can live together forever, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/#d"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-5945715906128549862?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5945715906128549862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5945715906128549862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5945715906128549862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5945715906128549862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-to-see.html' title='I love to see....'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sp6QPHaWctI/AAAAAAAABJY/XWF8L0LGfIY/s72-c/Oquirrh-Mountain-Utah_sm_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-9076644342394326706</id><published>2009-08-31T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:43:52.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with the Kirkland's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Spyj10UqiTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/PQZecmcCfYk/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376352200147241266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Spyj10UqiTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/PQZecmcCfYk/s320/pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;this poster&lt;/span&gt; in a second hand store in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;most quaint surf town&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this summer.  I was bummed I didn't buy it until I looked on Etsy and found them way cheaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my new mantra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;   As if I needed a Queen to tell me to keep calm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...I told myself that I was &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;back blogging&lt;/span&gt; Sept one.  So.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm here to record my family events &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(big and small)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and to carry on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-9076644342394326706?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9076644342394326706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=9076644342394326706' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/9076644342394326706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/9076644342394326706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/keeping-up-with-kirklands.html' title='Keeping up with the Kirkland&apos;s'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Spyj10UqiTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/PQZecmcCfYk/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2302680772532811787</id><published>2009-05-26T23:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:31:49.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367063314446770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLjLMNubI/AAAAAAAABGk/_AhQHiR5B38/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Alexandra turned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; this month and we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;an all out tea party&lt;/span&gt; with 11 of her little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367996321590290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZe6c7BI/AAAAAAAABG0/ICyhWCYLX5I/s320/IMG_2654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alex and her cousin Bentley &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;waiting for the other guests to arrive&lt;/span&gt;.  Each little girl got a tea hat to wear along with some jewelry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367058910198242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLi6yKOeI/AAAAAAAABGU/SmkI0P04j6M/s320/IMG_2958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making sure the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday Girl looks just right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZrGrqMI/AAAAAAAABHE/dIIdDYodRGA/s1600-h/IMG_2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367999594113218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZrGrqMI/AAAAAAAABHE/dIIdDYodRGA/s320/IMG_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had so much fun decorating my dining room for the party that I think I am going to have a tea party of my own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZfq6dHI/AAAAAAAABG8/m-2mOru2VHM/s1600-h/IMG_2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367996524852338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZfq6dHI/AAAAAAAABG8/m-2mOru2VHM/s320/IMG_2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZM4Zr6I/AAAAAAAABGs/hCQ5kS3Q7zA/s1600-h/IMG_2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367991481151394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZM4Zr6I/AAAAAAAABGs/hCQ5kS3Q7zA/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister Samantha in her tea party best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLi8MU4II/AAAAAAAABGc/pI1UqhPm3MI/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367059288383618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLi8MU4II/AAAAAAAABGc/pI1UqhPm3MI/s320/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think all the little girls had &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a splendid time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLiYdSg2I/AAAAAAAABGM/7RqS8CmJtqw/s1600-h/IMG_2960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367049695855458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLiYdSg2I/AAAAAAAABGM/7RqS8CmJtqw/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said, I had fun decorating and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;went a little buck wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLiD5_WSI/AAAAAAAABGE/7ci97DV1Ai8/s1600-h/IMG_2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340367044179089698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLiD5_WSI/AAAAAAAABGE/7ci97DV1Ai8/s320/IMG_2966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sippin' some pink lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340368004826915506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzMZ-mR4rI/AAAAAAAABHM/tcNOPE43ORY/s320/IMG_2630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Mother's Day we celebrated Alex's birthday at our park with our families.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alex is such a sweet and kind little girl&lt;/span&gt; with a ton of spunk!  She likes to act silly and get attention.  She has a serious crush on the neighbor boy who is 9!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hope she grows out of that!)&lt;/span&gt;  She loves her baby sis, she loves her cousins and her greemas and grandpas!  She loves to clean up and put things away, she is pretty obedient.  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We think she's an absolute doll inside and out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; We love you Al! &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/7558644190253933789-2302680772532811787?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2302680772532811787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2302680772532811787' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2302680772532811787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2302680772532811787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-tea-party.html' title='Birthday Tea Party'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ShzLjLMNubI/AAAAAAAABGk/_AhQHiR5B38/s72-c/IMG_2947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-619961887652102093</id><published>2009-04-17T21:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:20:19.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter Weekend&lt;/span&gt;....many festivites, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;too much candy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and a broken camera on Easter Sunday hence no dress pictures! &lt;/span&gt;Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325872305314462786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelMpN1b_EI/AAAAAAAABDU/dZ8ZYg_dIHs/s320/CIMG1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We started off the weekend with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;neighborhood egg hunt&lt;/span&gt; on friday. Alex with her little friends, Avery, Mayet and Ava rollin' in the wagon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325872312512950210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelMpopsL8I/AAAAAAAABDc/fvTcRLRaEhg/s320/CIMG1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alex wanting to find more than her share of eggs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325872317057402498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelMp5lLBoI/AAAAAAAABDs/NGnF6mLDlfY/s320/CIMG1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Saturday morning we had the Andrus (Chris' family) egg hunt and luncheon...Grandma Delfa and my MIL Julia are amazing at pulling this off for everyone, thank &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you Grandmas and Grandpas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873063267392306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNVVbf2zI/AAAAAAAABD8/FKAHbbnm7RU/s320/CIMG1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Manthy and I around the campfire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325880873334352066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelUb8MkKMI/AAAAAAAABEs/hgXy0yZQpTA/s320/CIMG1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Feels kinda like Halloween.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(What up with her face?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325872319139253122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelMqBVhi4I/AAAAAAAABD0/BB7P60DrZAY/s320/CIMG1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After Chris' parents house, we made our way to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hinckley's egg hunt&lt;/span&gt;...missed the egg hunt and the food but &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it was good to see neighbors and friends&lt;/span&gt; and of course play on this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;awesome tree swing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did also attend cute Leo Jacobsen's 1st B-day bash but did not get any pics which is just too bad since he is adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873080421040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNWVVPwQI/AAAAAAAABEc/q4cMGGB5XZ0/s320/CIMG1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Sunday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chris and I hosted my family&lt;/span&gt; at our house for an egg hunt and dinner. I made the most delicious ham &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks Martha!)&lt;/span&gt; and macaroons &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks again Martha!)&lt;/span&gt; and everyone brought yummy food to complement the main course. We played at the park, hunted for eggs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that's when my camera went on the fritz!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ate dinner and hung out. It was a splendid weekend celebrating with our families and seeing the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;joy in Alex's face&lt;/span&gt; while she found eggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNo3NsGmI/AAAAAAAABEk/_CDIaZLxZSw/s1600-h/CIMG1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873398753794658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNo3NsGmI/AAAAAAAABEk/_CDIaZLxZSw/s320/CIMG1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and Matt pushing Alex and Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNWAzN1WI/AAAAAAAABEU/2U9HYGx6_xQ/s1600-h/CIMG1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873074909599074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNWAzN1WI/AAAAAAAABEU/2U9HYGx6_xQ/s320/CIMG1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sisters (except for Lori).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNVwYLGfI/AAAAAAAABEM/fUdm_19SRos/s1600-h/CIMG1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873070501206514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNVwYLGfI/AAAAAAAABEM/fUdm_19SRos/s320/CIMG1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentley, Lauren, Alex and Brynn. So lucky to have such great neices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNVu8V-GI/AAAAAAAABEE/izC93tGASSk/s1600-h/CIMG1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873070116042850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelNVu8V-GI/AAAAAAAABEE/izC93tGASSk/s320/CIMG1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam and Reese eating dirt like good litttle babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-619961887652102093?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/619961887652102093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=619961887652102093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/619961887652102093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/619961887652102093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SelMpN1b_EI/AAAAAAAABDU/dZ8ZYg_dIHs/s72-c/CIMG1626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8460337775195255045</id><published>2009-04-06T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:51:18.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha Kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374921686751954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdzfysiWGtI/AAAAAAAABCs/XjlF4k7Ktf0/s320/CIMG1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My baby is one! &lt;/span&gt;I can't believe how fast the time goes. We had everyone over on Sunday to celebrate, Chris made his Hawaiian pork which is always a crowd pleaser! Sam really made a haul with some fantastic gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374924575522706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sdzfy3TFP5I/AAAAAAAABC0/dYFw4rbh92I/s320/CIMG1617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam loved her cupcakes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she ate two&lt;/span&gt; as well as all the cousins...our kitchen was covered in frosting and cupcake! Today we had some friends over (Kelly and Victoria) for lunch and a playdate at the park &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to continue with the birthday festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374922671787890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdzfywNMj3I/AAAAAAAABC8/1ncOeBwOkZc/s320/CIMG0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little "Mantha"&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alex called her&lt;/span&gt; just a couple of days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374934869209778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdzfzdpScrI/AAAAAAAABDE/xByA0-DSpq8/s320/CIMG1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sam at 6 months old, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loved by all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but especially her big sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdzfzdmnNeI/AAAAAAAABDM/WuXG3BLQUcs/s1600-h/CIMG1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374934857987554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdzfzdmnNeI/AAAAAAAABDM/WuXG3BLQUcs/s320/CIMG1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nine months old, she still loves to suck on wipees. Samantha walked at 11 1/2 months, just got her 2 front teeth and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;shows signs of having the "red head" attitude! &lt;/span&gt;I'm hoping it's the teething that is causing her tantrums! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She is just a delight&lt;/span&gt; to have in our family, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she is a sweet little girl and loves to give cuddles and smile.&lt;/span&gt; We love you Manthy! &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/7558644190253933789-8460337775195255045?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8460337775195255045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8460337775195255045' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8460337775195255045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8460337775195255045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/samantha-kate.html' title='Samantha Kate'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdzfysiWGtI/AAAAAAAABCs/XjlF4k7Ktf0/s72-c/CIMG1613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3844609325433321512</id><published>2009-03-29T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:05:40.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdAoUjwco4I/AAAAAAAABCk/W0Ybf5IO6U8/s1600-h/CIMG1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795493585494914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdAoUjwco4I/AAAAAAAABCk/W0Ybf5IO6U8/s320/CIMG1561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alexandra, Samantha, Reese and Bentley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week my sister Diana spent a couple of days &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;playing at our house&lt;/span&gt; and we loved it! The girls love playing with each other and Alex calls Bentley, "my Bentley". They fight over toys, like any 2 yr olds but then have fun running around the house and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;bugging their baby sisters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3844609325433321512?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3844609325433321512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3844609325433321512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3844609325433321512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3844609325433321512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SdAoUjwco4I/AAAAAAAABCk/W0Ybf5IO6U8/s72-c/CIMG1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6596654844868757639</id><published>2009-03-26T18:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:14:23.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ScwnXYS9CfI/AAAAAAAABCc/wM1r8lhQsUI/s1600-h/Jesus_082_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317668542630136306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ScwnXYS9CfI/AAAAAAAABCc/wM1r8lhQsUI/s320/Jesus_082_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight while eating chicken tortilla soup, Alex was playing around on her chair and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spilled her soup all over! &lt;/span&gt; I of course was a little irritated and told her that I was upset that she couldn't just eat. As I was cleaning it up I hear her over in the family room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jesus, I'm really sorry"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as she is looking at the picture of Christ on a table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She continues&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's ok Alex, do you want a treat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was that quick to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt;....I gotta work on that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6596654844868757639?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6596654844868757639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6596654844868757639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6596654844868757639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6596654844868757639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversation-with-jesus.html' title='Conversation with Jesus'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ScwnXYS9CfI/AAAAAAAABCc/wM1r8lhQsUI/s72-c/Jesus_082_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8512856269654742526</id><published>2009-03-25T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:34:18.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ScpAuhhr8NI/AAAAAAAABCU/FjXK2xelPq0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317133478082113746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ScpAuhhr8NI/AAAAAAAABCU/FjXK2xelPq0/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whoppin' four years!&lt;/span&gt; It seems like a lot longer. In a good way of course. Yesterday morning as I was showering and Samantha was playing in the bathroom anxiously awaiting me to finish... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you moms know what I am talking about!)&lt;/span&gt; I had such a feeling of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peace and happiness and contentment&lt;/span&gt;. It was awesome! Even though there are so many worrisome things going on in this world that are affecting us and my life isn't perfect. I was happy. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I am happy still.&lt;/span&gt; I'm so grateful for a fiercely loyal and dedicated husband that works hard to provide for me and our offspring. I love him madly. I'm glad I married you Hon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8512856269654742526?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8512856269654742526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8512856269654742526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8512856269654742526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8512856269654742526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/ScpAuhhr8NI/AAAAAAAABCU/FjXK2xelPq0/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5999255370806991515</id><published>2009-03-16T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:59:31.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go fly a kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sb6SxM-_FGI/AAAAAAAABCM/VIjv0onbDKY/s1600-h/CIMG1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313845984340415586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sb6SxM-_FGI/AAAAAAAABCM/VIjv0onbDKY/s320/CIMG1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we flew our &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;killer dragon kite.&lt;/span&gt;   The winds were perfect, although a bit chilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sb6SwBK4y9I/AAAAAAAABCE/zKf5OP851SE/s1600-h/CIMG1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313845963989240786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sb6SwBK4y9I/AAAAAAAABCE/zKf5OP851SE/s320/CIMG1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have this huge power box across from our house that was perfect for sitting and watching &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr. Dragon climb higher and higher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sb6Sv3nZ9nI/AAAAAAAABB8/eTzK3upsXq8/s1600-h/CIMG1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313845961424500338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sb6Sv3nZ9nI/AAAAAAAABB8/eTzK3upsXq8/s320/CIMG1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;flown a kite for years&lt;/span&gt;, I think I was the most excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-5999255370806991515?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5999255370806991515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5999255370806991515' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5999255370806991515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5999255370806991515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-go-fly-kite.html' title='Let&apos;s go fly a kite'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/Sb6SxM-_FGI/AAAAAAAABCM/VIjv0onbDKY/s72-c/CIMG1546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1718939692475920461</id><published>2009-03-11T20:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:48:08.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A bundle of goods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiB4Nfz9RI/AAAAAAAABBc/xQe7GDnEyxw/s1600-h/Sam+standing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312138563179246866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiB4Nfz9RI/AAAAAAAABBc/xQe7GDnEyxw/s320/Sam+standing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know why I can't be consistent with &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;blogging as of late.&lt;/span&gt;  So here are a few random pics from the last month.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Samantha is 11 months old&lt;/span&gt; and is pretty much walking....well she'll take 2-10 steps and then crawl.  Any day she will be off and running, sad but also fun to see her growing and developing into a little person.  I just love her to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBqZ4ZSnI/AAAAAAAABBU/Youe80-o7hM/s1600-h/Alex+haircut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312138325985413746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBqZ4ZSnI/AAAAAAAABBU/Youe80-o7hM/s320/Alex+haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alexandra &lt;/span&gt;finally got a trim from Aunt Dio after 18 months.  I couldn't bring myself to cut it short, she still has long hair but now it looks thicker!  She has been saying the funniest things and of course right now I can't remember what they are...oh wait, she did notice her "boobs" in the tub last night.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This morning&lt;/span&gt; as I was getting her dressed she grabbed her nipples and said, "Mom, look I have my boobs on!"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBp35YsrI/AAAAAAAABBM/8RlldQPMM84/s1600-h/valentines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312138316862763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBp35YsrI/AAAAAAAABBM/8RlldQPMM84/s320/valentines.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Valentine's Day I was asked to do the decorations for a multi-stake Sweetheart's Ball.  This is me with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my hot hubby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBptmmwtI/AAAAAAAABBE/TT-e15yPRbU/s1600-h/mel+and+di.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312138314099638994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBptmmwtI/AAAAAAAABBE/TT-e15yPRbU/s320/mel+and+di.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom, Di and I met at IKEA for lunch and light shopping and playing.  A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun and cheap&lt;/span&gt; outing with the kids during cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBpdTxYPI/AAAAAAAABA8/V9mMAkS_Jw0/s1600-h/girls+and+luke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312138309725675762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBpdTxYPI/AAAAAAAABA8/V9mMAkS_Jw0/s320/girls+and+luke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex with her cousins Bentley and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBow7323I/AAAAAAAABA0/sOYc2qzmVis/s1600-h/sam+and+reese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312138297814276978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiBow7323I/AAAAAAAABA0/sOYc2qzmVis/s320/sam+and+reese.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manthy and Reesy-piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-1718939692475920461?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1718939692475920461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1718939692475920461' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1718939692475920461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1718939692475920461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/bundle-of-goods.html' title='A bundle of goods'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SbiB4Nfz9RI/AAAAAAAABBc/xQe7GDnEyxw/s72-c/Sam+standing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6373546660348438954</id><published>2009-02-19T22:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:29:47.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sticky situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZ49vA2zdAI/AAAAAAAABAc/0akgC-XhR2M/s1600-h/CIMG1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZ49vA2zdAI/AAAAAAAABAc/0akgC-XhR2M/s320/CIMG1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304745288982033410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's a girl&lt;/span&gt; to do when she's stuck to her pillow?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Scream, loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;So I ran like the wind upstairs and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; f&lt;/span&gt;ound this?  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Except stuck to her pillow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast those gumballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6373546660348438954?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6373546660348438954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6373546660348438954' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6373546660348438954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6373546660348438954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/sticky-situation.html' title='A sticky situation'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZ49vA2zdAI/AAAAAAAABAc/0akgC-XhR2M/s72-c/CIMG1510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3207160951549112039</id><published>2009-02-13T15:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:16:50.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZX_RRoflNI/AAAAAAAABAU/uZ73JLCOqbo/s1600-h/CIMG1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302424808554730706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZX_RRoflNI/AAAAAAAABAU/uZ73JLCOqbo/s320/CIMG1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; people to leave a comment on this post will receive &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;a gift&lt;/span&gt; in honor of Valentine's. It's part of a pay it forward for bloggers. When you leave a comment, if you are a blogger, post &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pay It Forward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on your blog&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;share the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3207160951549112039?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3207160951549112039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3207160951549112039' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3207160951549112039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3207160951549112039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZX_RRoflNI/AAAAAAAABAU/uZ73JLCOqbo/s72-c/CIMG1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4784438421864704346</id><published>2009-02-12T08:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:43:17.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZRCZiKO-lI/AAAAAAAABAM/deT4CLW_z6I/s1600-h/CIMG1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301935667755809362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZRCZiKO-lI/AAAAAAAABAM/deT4CLW_z6I/s320/CIMG1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    ... of &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; of course! &lt;br /&gt;                I made a &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;tasty treat&lt;/span&gt; yesterday afternoon and well, as you can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZRCZb-DD7I/AAAAAAAABAE/VuYXfCi-Z5M/s1600-h/CIMG1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301935666094084018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZRCZb-DD7I/AAAAAAAABAE/VuYXfCi-Z5M/s320/CIMG1500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              we all &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;enjoyed it&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some more than others!&lt;/span&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/7558644190253933789-4784438421864704346?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4784438421864704346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4784438421864704346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4784438421864704346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4784438421864704346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-love.html' title='For the love...'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZRCZiKO-lI/AAAAAAAABAM/deT4CLW_z6I/s72-c/CIMG1505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8586648496425132409</id><published>2009-02-09T10:35:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:50:38.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Logged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZBrELrHVmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/9aXnNAGUI9k/s1600-h/5-2008_to_2-2009_087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300854481012348514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZBrELrHVmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/9aXnNAGUI9k/s320/5-2008_to_2-2009_087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last Sunday&lt;/span&gt; we were at my mom's house for the Superbowl.  All of the sudden I was wondering where my children were.   I went into the bathroom and found the girls playing in the toilet.  Well, Alex and Bentley were pouring pee water over Sam's head.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Those naughty girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZBrD-MXwRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BEPY-w6B-9M/s1600-h/5-2008_to_2-2009_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300854477393740050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZBrD-MXwRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BEPY-w6B-9M/s320/5-2008_to_2-2009_093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Caught in act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZBrD9KaXmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0_8eGs-YOc4/s1600-h/5-2008_to_2-2009_104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300854477117087330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZBrD9KaXmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0_8eGs-YOc4/s320/5-2008_to_2-2009_104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha didn't really mind it, even though she was kinda trying to catch her breath.  She had no idea that she was being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ganged up on!&lt;/span&gt;  Poor little baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8586648496425132409?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8586648496425132409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8586648496425132409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8586648496425132409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8586648496425132409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-logged.html' title='Water Logged'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SZBrELrHVmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/9aXnNAGUI9k/s72-c/5-2008_to_2-2009_087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4622775767126843940</id><published>2009-02-07T18:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:52:30.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog guilt</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; and have alot &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nothing too exciting)&lt;/span&gt; to post. These days I seem to be more addicted to Facebook than blogging....but for posterity sake, I must bust a move and record the events of our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of our daily lives, this is what we've been doing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5biMM8u-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/LmO3Z1Znykk/s1600-h/CIMG1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274454410869730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5biMM8u-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/LmO3Z1Znykk/s320/CIMG1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry, she's not walking yet but tonight she stood up and took off with the stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bh7xUxMI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KKpT2Csy_O8/s1600-h/CIMG1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274450000037058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bh7xUxMI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KKpT2Csy_O8/s320/CIMG1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Alex has gone to some princess parties she wants to play "princess" everyday. In fact, she makes me wear a crown and cape and calls me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"mommy princess"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bhh8ZKoI/AAAAAAAAA_U/q7NRtr6Rj20/s1600-h/CIMG1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274443067140738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bhh8ZKoI/AAAAAAAAA_U/q7NRtr6Rj20/s320/CIMG1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our glam girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bhdcErtI/AAAAAAAAA_M/6D5ZvznMyZk/s1600-h/CIMG1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274441857838802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bhdcErtI/AAAAAAAAA_M/6D5ZvznMyZk/s320/CIMG1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samantha gets to dress up too and play with the big kids (Alex and I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bhHTN7nI/AAAAAAAAA_E/o6NMLYJAEGE/s1600-h/CIMG1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274435915116146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5bhHTN7nI/AAAAAAAAA_E/o6NMLYJAEGE/s320/CIMG1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their new favorite play thing....I love that they are playing together and having fun! &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/7558644190253933789-4622775767126843940?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4622775767126843940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4622775767126843940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4622775767126843940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4622775767126843940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-guilt.html' title='Blog guilt'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SY5biMM8u-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/LmO3Z1Znykk/s72-c/CIMG1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1232831133859899337</id><published>2009-01-09T08:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:54:23.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another mom victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWdyl6hQAHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XghHAQgTrKQ/s1600-h/CIMG1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322283059380338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWdyl6hQAHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XghHAQgTrKQ/s320/CIMG1445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                     She's potty-trained!!  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It took one day and lots of gumballs. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-1232831133859899337?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1232831133859899337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1232831133859899337' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1232831133859899337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1232831133859899337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-mom-victory.html' title='Another mom victory'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWdyl6hQAHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XghHAQgTrKQ/s72-c/CIMG1445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3545083294879191997</id><published>2009-01-08T08:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:28:28.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWYfjTShexI/AAAAAAAAA-k/q_e9T8hTGaw/s1600-h/engaged2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288949503727074066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWYfjTShexI/AAAAAAAAA-k/q_e9T8hTGaw/s320/engaged2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to me! It's been more like a birthday week....Bob's Parfaits and cupcakes the other night with my family and friends. Sledding, shopping and a movie today! Next week, a shopping spree with my MIL! I love birthdays even if it does mean I am older.&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/7558644190253933789-3545083294879191997?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3545083294879191997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3545083294879191997' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3545083294879191997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3545083294879191997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-year.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWYfjTShexI/AAAAAAAAA-k/q_e9T8hTGaw/s72-c/engaged2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1070021111696172128</id><published>2009-01-07T22:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:53:28.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWWUroT4MTI/AAAAAAAAA-c/vg-PnXP4CNI/s1600-h/CIMG1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288796814692593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWWUroT4MTI/AAAAAAAAA-c/vg-PnXP4CNI/s320/CIMG1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Samantha Kate is 9 months old!&lt;/span&gt; Time sure does fly when you're having a down right blast! She crawls all over the place and stands up to everything. Today I caught her playing the piano. It was so funny to see such a little person with her little hand plunking some keys! She laughs and giggles when you play with her. She gives kisses and hugs when you ask. She loves Alex but also knows she can cry to get her big sis in trouble. Chris and I are on to her! She has two teeth and more on the way &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(hello sleepless nights!!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;She really is such a joy and a sweet angel baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-1070021111696172128?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1070021111696172128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1070021111696172128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1070021111696172128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1070021111696172128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-samantha-kate-is-9-months-old-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SWWUroT4MTI/AAAAAAAAA-c/vg-PnXP4CNI/s72-c/CIMG1432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3713980692774585083</id><published>2009-01-01T19:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:10:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RtdIhdwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/2ypLKepUBj8/s1600-h/CIMG1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541747703346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RtdIhdwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/2ypLKepUBj8/s320/CIMG1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last night we rang in the new year&lt;/span&gt; with some good friends.  We had a grand time.  Really.  Like the belly hurting laughter kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2Rs72KGbI/AAAAAAAAA-M/p3cCblka2kM/s1600-h/CIMG1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541738767948210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2Rs72KGbI/AAAAAAAAA-M/p3cCblka2kM/s320/CIMG1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids.  Doing what kids do.  Acting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silly and cute&lt;/span&gt; at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RscYzGpI/AAAAAAAAA-E/LDt8uKz-rOc/s1600-h/CIMG1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541730323307154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RscYzGpI/AAAAAAAAA-E/LDt8uKz-rOc/s320/CIMG1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tripoly anyone?  My lame &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;poker face.&lt;/span&gt;  Actually, I don't have one.  I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RsOX_3yI/AAAAAAAAA98/EKdcjZjFMRE/s1600-h/CIMG1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541726561853218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RsOX_3yI/AAAAAAAAA98/EKdcjZjFMRE/s320/CIMG1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa and Tyler showing their poker faces.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RrpMQDcI/AAAAAAAAA90/OnvEuAsgSlE/s1600-h/CIMG1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541716580470210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RrpMQDcI/AAAAAAAAA90/OnvEuAsgSlE/s320/CIMG1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann-Marie trying to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;touch her nose with her toe&lt;/span&gt;.  We stayed up playing other dumb human tricks and laughing our guts out.  We love spending time with good friends, thanks McDonald's and Benson's for ringing in the new year with us! &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/7558644190253933789-3713980692774585083?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3713980692774585083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3713980692774585083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3713980692774585083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3713980692774585083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SV2RtdIhdwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/2ypLKepUBj8/s72-c/CIMG1409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5419199180645132457</id><published>2008-12-27T21:26:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:27:50.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Christmas Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695931721039538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcC80wvPrI/AAAAAAAAA8U/apKZ7N0leXI/s320/CIMG1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This year really has been the best Christmas&lt;/span&gt; for me in a while. Not that past Christmases weren't good, but this one was extra special. First off, Chris went to church early on Sunday so we couldn't get a family photo with our coordinating outfits, but I got the girls in theirs...pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284708499445933810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcOYXL2ZvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/yILL-diCIcc/s320/CIMG1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695938615136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcC9Ocaz5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/2gmwerDOscM/s320/CIMG1367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On Monday one of Chris' best friends &lt;/span&gt;Ryan Jensen and his wife Amy and son Jax came to stay with us for 2 days. I'm sad I didn't get more pics but we had the best time with them. Eating, playing games and just hanging out! Please come back again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695948891855986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcC90ulHHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/wj70Y55RJ0U/s320/CIMG1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then on Wed afternoon we packed up and went over to my sister Tami's house to spend the night. Can you see the excitement...all day we heard &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"It's Christmas! It's Christmas everyday!"&lt;/span&gt; and still tonight, I heard it again. I love that Alexandra is old enough to grasp some of the excitement of this blessed holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695945721586498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcC9o6uo0I/AAAAAAAAA8k/NlQtiQbbo1Q/s320/CIMG1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt; All the kids went sledding at the park nearby and had a blast even though it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Freezing!&lt;/span&gt; Alex didn't seem to mind, Chris said she laughed and screamed and covered her face as they went down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD-NJ4wOI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6lcraPtMcpE/s1600-h/CIMG1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697054960468194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD-NJ4wOI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6lcraPtMcpE/s320/CIMG1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After a fabulous time stuffing ourselves&lt;/span&gt; with yummy food, Chris read Luke 2 and we sang some Christmas songs. Then I read the story " Yes, Virginia there is a Santa Claus" and had never read the whole thing, just heard bits of it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cried.&lt;/span&gt; As did my dad, mom and sisters. Then we went around the room and each person told their favorite thing about Christmas or a memory. We then exchanged our cousin gifts that were handmade this year which was my idea. I've been wanting to do this with my family for years and every year they poo-poo my idea. They even tried to get out of it this year but I put my foot down. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was so impressed &lt;/span&gt;with my sisters talents...Tami made Alex the cutest dress and Sam the most darling onesie. Alex even hugged it when she opened it! I saw Tam get a little misty eyed. Di made Brynlee a jewelry holder for her wall and Olivia the cutest apron ever and she didn't even use a pattern! Lauren loved her jewelry box and glittered hanging "Dream" I made her and I think Parker liked his man treasure box and "P" I made him. My mom of course was gushing over her kids talents. It really was so sweet to exchange handmade gifts. I hope we do it every year and get the kids involved. We then exchanged our sibling tribute letters (thanks for the idea Kara!) Matt cried over mine I gave him. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pretty touching.&lt;/span&gt; I loved mine from Lori, so sweet and kind and I pretty much feel like the cat's meow after she built me up so high! Thanks Lor! We started some new traditions this year that really brought us closer together as a family. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There was so much love all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD96K7QzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/GQYoZ3H7cuY/s1600-h/CIMG1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697049864553266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD96K7QzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/GQYoZ3H7cuY/s320/CIMG1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and her "best friend" Bentley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695917809840594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcC8A8DMdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/sTnx8rs32aw/s320/CIMG1387.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sam ready for the cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD9VkC6LI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-BoKjGmYixY/s1600-h/CIMG1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697040037800114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD9VkC6LI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-BoKjGmYixY/s320/CIMG1382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samantha and Reese. They'll be best friends in a couple of years just like their sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD9IIu-RI/AAAAAAAAA88/ITBON7Fha2I/s1600-h/CIMG1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697036433586450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD9IIu-RI/AAAAAAAAA88/ITBON7Fha2I/s320/CIMG1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the letters, we opened our p.j's and watched 'Horton Hears a Who' and cuddled with our cousins on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD8lwUOwI/AAAAAAAAA80/ZBu9r9uHKxY/s1600-h/CIMG1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697027204365058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcD8lwUOwI/AAAAAAAAA80/ZBu9r9uHKxY/s320/CIMG1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the kids went to bed, Santa's helpers got everything ready. It was crowded but cozy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284698261518162338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcFEb7qGaI/AAAAAAAAA9k/8UOdJajRhW4/s320/CIMG1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the morning,&lt;/span&gt; (6:30 am) the kids got to see what Santa left for them. Alex got this pink rocking horse that trots and neighs and wags its tail. I think it was a hit! (That's her on top hugging it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my MIL took me and my sister-in-laws to lunch and shopping. It was like Christmas all over again! Thanks for your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;generosity &lt;/span&gt;Monty and Julia, we love you for sharing it with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really had a great time this week spending time with friends and family and sharing the love. With our new traditions I'm sure next year will be just as great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Day night was pretty low-key&lt;/span&gt; it could have been due to the fact that it was a complete blizzard where we live and I opted not to go see 'Marley and Me' with my mom and sisters. I also wanted to be with Chris and the girls. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does anyone have any fun traditons or ideas of something we could start doing next year?&lt;/span&gt; It's always been anti-climatic since we really celebrate big Christmas Eve. I don't want my kids to be bored like I was growing up and was this year. We were tired and there wasn't anything on t.v. If you have any ideas, please share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-5419199180645132457?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5419199180645132457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5419199180645132457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5419199180645132457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5419199180645132457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-christmas-ever.html' title='Best Christmas Ever!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SVcC80wvPrI/AAAAAAAAA8U/apKZ7N0leXI/s72-c/CIMG1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-614699652365964048</id><published>2008-12-19T16:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:21:06.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame the Fairy...or praise her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo7qPUrtI/AAAAAAAAA8E/SrESErzjEkQ/s1600-h/CIMG1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281641468414701266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo7qPUrtI/AAAAAAAAA8E/SrESErzjEkQ/s320/CIMG1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We finally gave up the binky.&lt;/span&gt; Well, the Binky Fairy took them....Alex left these two binky's on the doorstep (we had 7 a month ago...I'm sure they'll turn up sometime!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo7Cc_zcI/AAAAAAAAA78/BRIlQyUbjWQ/s1600-h/CIMG1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281641457734634946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo7Cc_zcI/AAAAAAAAA78/BRIlQyUbjWQ/s320/CIMG1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took her upstairs to read a book and we came back down to see if the Binky Fairy had come and she had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo6pYMh6I/AAAAAAAAA70/RgxQd5DQWNQ/s1600-h/CIMG1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281641451003611042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo6pYMh6I/AAAAAAAAA70/RgxQd5DQWNQ/s320/CIMG1346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud new owner of a Maltese, which she named Roxy and wanted me to take a picture of her with her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo5_F-wFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/TPFMVhrpVNQ/s1600-h/CIMG1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281641439652921426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo5_F-wFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/TPFMVhrpVNQ/s320/CIMG1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud parents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The rest of the story: &lt;/span&gt;That night she cried for her binky for a while and didn't want Roxy anymore. She threw her and said the Binky Fairy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wasn't very nice&lt;/span&gt; for taking her binkys. I had to lay down with her after Chris had already tickled her back and tried to calm her. She finally drifted off to sleep after 2 hours of being upset and calling for her binky. Yesterday after her nap she had a good cry, I knew it was her mourning the loss of her binky. Last night she went right down and hasn't asked for her binky at all today. I'm proud of Alex for learning how to self soothe and for being a big girl. I've enjoyed having that thing around but enough is enough when I have to sak Alex 100 times a day to take that thing out! I've taken it away and said it was only for sleeping and in the car but she finds them and sucks them and when I go to take it away it's a battle. No more binky battles! Hooray!!&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/7558644190253933789-614699652365964048?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/614699652365964048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=614699652365964048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/614699652365964048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/614699652365964048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/blame-fairyor-praise-her.html' title='Blame the Fairy...or praise her!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SUwo7qPUrtI/AAAAAAAAA8E/SrESErzjEkQ/s72-c/CIMG1348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4719479500967659628</id><published>2008-12-07T21:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:34:42.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Love Everything.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STyjSD8ji1I/AAAAAAAAA7E/xWVudrqlRbs/s1600-h/CIMG1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277272394063645522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STyjSD8ji1I/AAAAAAAAA7E/xWVudrqlRbs/s320/CIMG1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(attempt #12....but you get the gist of a dancing happy child)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the title to this post as a song,&lt;/span&gt; sung by a 2 1/2 yr old without a care in the world.  Got it in your mind?  Good.  That's what I was hearing in the car yesterday as we drove home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the perspective of a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a birthday party for a cousin, Alex got to play with their toy horse, finger paint and eat a cupcake. Next we went and did a little Christmas shopping and on the way home from that we stopped at Harmon's. Santa Claus was there handing out candy canes and free pictures. As we walked away from "Santy Claus", Alex was thanking him for the candy cane and told him Merry Christmas. Then she spotted the balloons at customer service, so we had to stop there for a free balloon. As we left the store, she ran out and was jumping and dancing and singing...."I love Christmas, I love everything..." and so on and so forth. Melted my heart......of course. In the car she was saying "perfect" and listing all the things she did and saw. Up until that moment I was a little tired and looking forward to going home and nap time, then I thought, this IS the perfect day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-4719479500967659628?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4719479500967659628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4719479500967659628' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4719479500967659628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4719479500967659628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-everything.html' title='&quot;I Love Everything..&quot;'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STyjSD8ji1I/AAAAAAAAA7E/xWVudrqlRbs/s72-c/CIMG1322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2979052722698074901</id><published>2008-12-03T14:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:32:37.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On top of it</title><content type='html'>That is something I wish I was. I haven't posted for three weeks and alot has been going on. We've had family staying with us from Las Vegas over Thanksgiving and hosted my Weeks cousin party the other night. Hosting and entertaining is exhausting. We're a little tired. In fact it's the middle of the day and I wish I could go crawl into my bed but I am babysitting my friends kids.  Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little photo shoot of the girls and here are some of the pics of my beautiful kids. Can a mom brag? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STb6mKtZzYI/AAAAAAAAA68/b7_v4AxhtZI/s1600-h/kirkland-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275679547127876994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STb6mKtZzYI/AAAAAAAAA68/b7_v4AxhtZI/s320/kirkland-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STb6l1yIODI/AAAAAAAAA60/bfLRjiMuZX0/s1600-h/kirkland-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275679541510551602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STb6l1yIODI/AAAAAAAAA60/bfLRjiMuZX0/s320/kirkland-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STb6lqH7G9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/GXS9k9zYhfw/s1600-h/kirkland-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275679538380741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STb6lqH7G9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/GXS9k9zYhfw/s320/kirkland-17.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2979052722698074901?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2979052722698074901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2979052722698074901' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2979052722698074901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2979052722698074901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-top-of-it.html' title='On top of it'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/STb6mKtZzYI/AAAAAAAAA68/b7_v4AxhtZI/s72-c/kirkland-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3075420055848196238</id><published>2008-11-15T11:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:17:08.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read this last night, printed it and have hung it around my house as a reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You can only correct your children...in kindness, by love unfeigned, by persuasion, and reason,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joseph F. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention I am dealing with a 2 1/2 yr old with attitude who doesn't listen to me?  So  I need this reminder big time!  BIG TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3075420055848196238?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3075420055848196238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3075420055848196238' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3075420055848196238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3075420055848196238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/gentle-reminder.html' title='Gentle Reminder'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6724897179954808738</id><published>2008-11-14T19:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:45:11.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SR405ERm6TI/AAAAAAAAA58/xqeJPSqt8LU/s1600-h/CIMG1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268706769074841906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SR405ERm6TI/AAAAAAAAA58/xqeJPSqt8LU/s320/CIMG1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (pretend it's not a forced smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have so many things to be grateful for&lt;/span&gt;, first off I want to thank you all for your caring words.  It's really nice to feel so loved by so many friends and family and for the phone calls too.  We are doing great!  I love this turkey that Alex is holding, we made it one night and wrote down all the things we are grateful for on his feathers.  It adds quite a festive touch to my all ready "homemade" Thanksgiving decor.  I am grateful for family and for Proposition 8 and for all the people in CA that have supported it and are now being persecuted, it's so sad and so wrong.  True pioneers.  Pray for them.  We are lucky that the sanctity of marriage is being protected, for now.  I am gratful for a hard working and loving husband despite my inability at times to show him.  For a beautiful home and warm clothes and other material things we enjoy.  Of course I am grateful for good friends, old and new!  For my testimony and deep faith in Jesus Christ, without that I think there would have been some times in my life where I really would have faltered.  For a healthy body, healthy and beautiful children.  For liberty and freedom.  For all the people who have gone before me and paved the way for me to enjoy the things I do today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6724897179954808738?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6724897179954808738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6724897179954808738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6724897179954808738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6724897179954808738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/gratitude-turkey.html' title='Gratitude Turkey'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SR405ERm6TI/AAAAAAAAA58/xqeJPSqt8LU/s72-c/CIMG1295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-759482870125003012</id><published>2008-11-11T19:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:50:58.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, loss and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SRpEaY5IPQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/4kKmioKftBc/s1600-h/CIMG0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267597934312570114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SRpEaY5IPQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/4kKmioKftBc/s320/CIMG0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is full of blessings,&lt;/span&gt; some immediate and others delayed. This last week I miscarried and have really counted my blessings. It's a miracle to get pregnant, have a healthy pregnancy and then give birth to a beautiful and healthy child. A miracle. Really. I have two beautiful blessings in my life, Alexandra and Samantha. I have mixed emotions over this and I am doing okay, truly. It was so exciting to get pregnant - even though unexpected and we started thinking about life being chaotic with babies 14 1/2 months apart and hoping for a baby boy or of course another lovely daughter. I can say though.....that I am grateful I will still have my sanity next year. My organs can continue to move back in place since Samantha and also my waist line! I know we will have more children in the future and that the Lord is looking out for us, my faith runs deep. I never even thought that something like this could happen to me. It just goes to show that what will be, will be. Thank you my dear friends and family for your love and concern, we are doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-759482870125003012?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/759482870125003012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=759482870125003012' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/759482870125003012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/759482870125003012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-loss-and-love.html' title='Life, loss and love'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SRpEaY5IPQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/4kKmioKftBc/s72-c/CIMG0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2987773793474280115</id><published>2008-11-04T20:38:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:26:39.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is it possible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to be so busy and feel so lazy at the same time? &lt;/span&gt;For the last few weeks we have been busy with fun outings, family in town, crafting, deocrating, cleaning, exercising and napping! By the end of the day, I have no desire or energy to blog. So, without further adieu here is my attmept to cram all our memories into one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cornbelly's Corn Maze at Thanksgiving Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjvj9cwxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/pULMF9amL6g/s1600-h/CIMG1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028739386622738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjvj9cwxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/pULMF9amL6g/s320/CIMG1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and his brother Ken re-enacting Napoleon Dynamite, and no joke the same song that plays in the movie during this scene was playing on the loud speakers. Too perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjvWC6bWI/AAAAAAAAA5c/TRnq4Lm4vFo/s1600-h/CIMG1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028735651442018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjvWC6bWI/AAAAAAAAA5c/TRnq4Lm4vFo/s320/CIMG1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris' cousin Ryan, more like a brother, and his wife Britney and baby Aspen stayed with us last weekend for Halloween. They came up from Vegas and loved the fun things we did, they said there really isn't family stuff in Vegas. I think it's going to be a tradition each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjvIzzvFI/AAAAAAAAA5U/pa0Hu0wVEuI/s1600-h/CIMG1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028732098427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjvIzzvFI/AAAAAAAAA5U/pa0Hu0wVEuI/s320/CIMG1252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and mini-me on the cow train. We went with all of Chris' family and had a blast. I had no idea this place existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjukV-PUI/AAAAAAAAA5M/-rDC2BQyATE/s1600-h/CIMG1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028722309610818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjukV-PUI/AAAAAAAAA5M/-rDC2BQyATE/s320/CIMG1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was too cute. Alex with her girl cousins Abby and Elli playing on the slides. They would all go down together on their bellies and crash into each other at the bottom. They were giggling so hard and having such a fun time together. I needed my video camera to capture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween Night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjDE5-e8I/AAAAAAAAA5E/05d2iR5jjfk/s1600-h/CIMG1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027975136312258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjDE5-e8I/AAAAAAAAA5E/05d2iR5jjfk/s320/CIMG1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samantha the strawberry, Alex the spider princess (used to be witch) and Aspen the Easter Bunny on Halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjCjFXaTI/AAAAAAAAA48/zJvC_UT3UJk/s1600-h/CIMG1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027966057277746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjCjFXaTI/AAAAAAAAA48/zJvC_UT3UJk/s320/CIMG1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three princesses: Alex, Ava and Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjCQKHcJI/AAAAAAAAA40/eQZnRnZ1czU/s1600-h/CIMG1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027960976928914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjCQKHcJI/AAAAAAAAA40/eQZnRnZ1czU/s320/CIMG1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and Aunt Jo making silly faces. Alex is such a little ham lately, I was like that when I was little. I was always acting silly to entertain people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gardner Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjCCrBIjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/YG2J6HD4FNw/s1600-h/CIMG1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027957356831282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjCCrBIjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/YG2J6HD4FNw/s320/CIMG1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Gardner Village with Ryan and Britney on Halloween to show them the witches, we got there at 4:00 and it was closed for people to get home to trick-or-treat. Kinda nice when nobody is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheeler Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiNl2zzMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/CxSRUgI18t8/s1600-h/CIMG1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027056268463298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiNl2zzMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/CxSRUgI18t8/s320/CIMG1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture, Alex and Helen running away from Laci and I holding hands. We went to Wheeler Farm to feed the ducks and eat lunch with Laci and her girls and Riann and Tate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiNXayXKI/AAAAAAAAA4c/3Z2_ZjBZcK4/s1600-h/CIMG1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027052392832162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiNXayXKI/AAAAAAAAA4c/3Z2_ZjBZcK4/s320/CIMG1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chillin' being a good baby as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiNFCQ5GI/AAAAAAAAA4U/wOQFPxBQm24/s1600-h/CIMG1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027047458137186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiNFCQ5GI/AAAAAAAAA4U/wOQFPxBQm24/s320/CIMG1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dumped out all her feed and was swarmed! Those ducks are agressive and loud. At one point I thought they were going to nibble on Sam in her stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiMuDBojI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QH0iX4VSKTQ/s1600-h/CIMG1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027041287316018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREiMuDBojI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QH0iX4VSKTQ/s320/CIMG1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing pony tricks. Too confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREhPxym4CI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QsqRRzEKZmc/s1600-h/CIMG1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265025994320175138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREhPxym4CI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QsqRRzEKZmc/s320/CIMG1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FHE. We carved pumkins that rotted the next day due to warm weather and ate carmel apples. A perfect fall evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREhPRFvjXI/AAAAAAAAA38/Ep1nCAb3QhQ/s1600-h/CIMG1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265025985542065522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREhPRFvjXI/AAAAAAAAA38/Ep1nCAb3QhQ/s320/CIMG1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scary faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREhPHcQjWI/AAAAAAAAA30/pF9Dekwr2AE/s1600-h/CIMG1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265025982952148322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREhPHcQjWI/AAAAAAAAA30/pF9Dekwr2AE/s320/CIMG1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been ramping up my food storage and grinding rice for gluten-free flour. I have a scone recipe that turns out perfect and now I think I'll make some tomorrow as I'm remembering their yummy goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gardner Village with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd4iqdSUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fRImprKYkhU/s1600-h/CIMG1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265022296587585858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd4iqdSUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fRImprKYkhU/s320/CIMG1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pony ride. Love this picture with her tutu. She loves animals and is pretty fearless. Sometimes it's NOT a good thing. Have you ever slapped your child to get a message through like 'you almost got hit by a car' that's why you need to listen to me when I am screaming your name and running after you!!!!! Confession. It wasn't out of rage, more like 'what will make her know I'm serious?, plus she had her tutu on and wouldn't feel a spank. Do all 2 yr olds lack listening skills? It's like having a cat for your child. Please help if you have any tips. I pray everyday to be a calm mother and I'll go 2 or 3 days and I think, WOW, I'm cut out for this, I'm so calm and loving. Then the next day I lose it and I wonder if my children are going to resent me when they are older. I've been on a good streak as of late. Crossing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd4ClcpqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xKmoJpWlq_s/s1600-h/CIMG1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265022287976638114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd4ClcpqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xKmoJpWlq_s/s320/CIMG1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two cute witches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd30hNI9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/z1QbiFhLjIY/s1600-h/CIMG1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265022284200747986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd30hNI9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/z1QbiFhLjIY/s320/CIMG1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang. Kelly, Charlene, Victoria and I took all our little people to Gardner Village for GNO. After that day we decided a real GNO is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd3vkqElI/AAAAAAAAA3U/HHgntqzO2B0/s1600-h/CIMG1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265022282873049682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREd3vkqElI/AAAAAAAAA3U/HHgntqzO2B0/s320/CIMG1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom had all the grandkids over for cookie decorating. I had made some for our friends in the neighborhood but then Alex got her finger and poked all of them. Ahh, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy enjoying the nice weather. I fear November won't be as productive or fun since it's SO cold now.  It was snowing this morning and we had to cut our morning walk short and ran home.  I might be more inclinded to blog now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2987773793474280115?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2987773793474280115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2987773793474280115' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2987773793474280115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2987773793474280115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-scrapbooking.html' title='Lazy Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SREjvj9cwxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/pULMF9amL6g/s72-c/CIMG1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5422353982865578435</id><published>2008-10-18T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:00:37.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Super Sleuth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Almost two weeks ago&lt;/span&gt; I put 2 and 2 together while I was out for my morning walk with my friend Riann. I told her I was having cramps the last two days and I only get them when I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked her, "when do you ovulate?" I know, I should know this but I'm usually on the pill. I went off birth control mid August so I could do HCG and lose weight. When I got home from my walk I counted on my calendar and figured out that on day 15 the magic happened.....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, are we a couple of teenagers?&lt;/span&gt; I then read online about HCG and pregnancy and Dr. Simeons says that when you get pregnant (which isn't uncommon on HCG and I'm wondering why I didn't know that before) you stop losing weight. I had not lost weight for a week and now it's stopped completely. I was convinced I was pregnant. I then stopped losing my hair, have some mean gas, want to take a nap at every opportunity and got a zit! Oh and did I mention I'm a week late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh yes my friends, I am pregnant!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPllQspnGLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/I7syKZx2u90/s1600-h/CIMG1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258345377469765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPllQspnGLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/I7syKZx2u90/s320/CIMG1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, Samantha is only 6 months old! We are excited and grateful but were planning on having more of a span between kids. Oh well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-5422353982865578435?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5422353982865578435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5422353982865578435' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5422353982865578435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5422353982865578435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-super-sleuth.html' title='I&apos;m a Super Sleuth'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPllQspnGLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/I7syKZx2u90/s72-c/CIMG1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7838612244293923851</id><published>2008-10-11T10:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:54:24.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWsqpTA-I/AAAAAAAAApk/73kYfzUMkO0/s1600-h/CIMG1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936827991458786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWsqpTA-I/AAAAAAAAApk/73kYfzUMkO0/s320/CIMG1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The other day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chris came home from work and loaded us into the car for a suprise. He drove us to our local pumpkin patch to pick this years front porch decor. Alex walked around looking for the perfect pumkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWtbEm6UI/AAAAAAAAAps/sPGcp64VihM/s1600-h/CIMG1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936840990910786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWtbEm6UI/AAAAAAAAAps/sPGcp64VihM/s320/CIMG1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally found it. She was cold and just wanted her daddy to hold her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWtypT_aI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nIz8DFn9pF8/s1600-h/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936847318875554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWtypT_aI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nIz8DFn9pF8/s320/CIMG1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was warm and apparently interested in something on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWLyU8spI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Ce-kNQg3ouw/s1600-h/CIMG1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936263117910674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWLyU8spI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Ce-kNQg3ouw/s320/CIMG1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex a little unsure about the corn maze and she was cold! (we forgot her jacket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWMKL8r1I/AAAAAAAAApE/iVGTaPw66z8/s1600-h/CIMG1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936269522612050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWMKL8r1I/AAAAAAAAApE/iVGTaPw66z8/s320/CIMG1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Yesterday my cousin gave us peaches&lt;/span&gt; from an orchard where he and his family picked an entire truck beds worth of FREE peaches. (Thanks Becca!) Last night my family came over and we canned our little hands off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWMRH_I1I/AAAAAAAAApM/4dUHamLvI_0/s1600-h/CIMG1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936271385043794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWMRH_I1I/AAAAAAAAApM/4dUHamLvI_0/s320/CIMG1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy freezer jam, my favorite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWMwDXJYI/AAAAAAAAApU/PNphYUwe_dM/s1600-h/CIMG1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936279687144834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWMwDXJYI/AAAAAAAAApU/PNphYUwe_dM/s320/CIMG1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was busy yesterday, I also made these felt bows with my sister Di for our little girls. I know you are probably thinking that I'm pretty domesticated but the truth is we weren't about to pay $14 for something that we could make for less than $1! Some people would call it cheap, I call it being frugal and creative. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWNsD2kPI/AAAAAAAAApc/rwLfdHNQG_4/s1600-h/CIMG1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936295795331314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWNsD2kPI/AAAAAAAAApc/rwLfdHNQG_4/s320/CIMG1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Chris picked the rest of our unripened tomatoes due to a minor snow storm.....hmm, gotta find something to do with them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-7838612244293923851?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7838612244293923851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7838612244293923851' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7838612244293923851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7838612244293923851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-harvest.html' title='Fall Harvest'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SPDWsqpTA-I/AAAAAAAAApk/73kYfzUMkO0/s72-c/CIMG1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7226412712964129471</id><published>2008-10-09T15:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:05:10.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Observer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57nSpzgQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/rvxzEq6CVnU/s1600-h/CIMG1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255273730140242178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57nSpzgQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/rvxzEq6CVnU/s320/CIMG1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The last few days&lt;/span&gt; Alex has been saying the cutest things. For example, the other night as I was getting her ready for bed she pointed to some homemade butterflies that are on her walls and said, "Look Mom, utterflies, so peetty, you make it? Thanks Mom!". Then yesterday she pointed to some plates I have on a wall in my kitchen and said, "So peetty, you make it?". I told her no and then she pointed to some frames on the counter that say Boo and she said, "you make it?". I said yes and then she continued to point to the mice, the broomsticks and other things I have made and asked"you make it?". I thought what an observant little two year old that she notices all the things I've been making the last few weeks.  My favorite part was when she thanked me for the pretty butterflies in her room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57n5xqD3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/9sBaKVvkX20/s1600-h/CIMG1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255273740642160498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57n5xqD3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/9sBaKVvkX20/s320/CIMG1067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the thrifty halloween things I've done, taken from Pottery Barn and Martha Stewart. Gotta love great ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57ozcXdWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NrrdjBUAIa4/s1600-h/CIMG1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255273756122117474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57ozcXdWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NrrdjBUAIa4/s320/CIMG1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was actually from this &lt;a href="http://www.spoolsewing.com/blog/2008/05/24/birdies-all-around/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and so easy and cute and could be for a nursery or childs room. They are cuter than this picture leads you to believe, for some reason my camera would not take a clear pic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57prxpfqI/AAAAAAAAAok/hufFuSl2U9s/s1600-h/CIMG1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255273771243765410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57prxpfqI/AAAAAAAAAok/hufFuSl2U9s/s320/CIMG1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheap and easy. $1 pumpkins at Wal-Mart and orange glitter and craft glue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57qwZoWLI/AAAAAAAAAos/U08k5Q-F3Cc/s1600-h/CIMG1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255273789665073330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57qwZoWLI/AAAAAAAAAos/U08k5Q-F3Cc/s320/CIMG1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These ideas are from Martha and so easy and inexpensive but have really made my house look festive for Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255274052377475138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO576DFJeEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/34FCd4MrjN4/s320/CIMG1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alex pets the mice and talks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-7226412712964129471?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7226412712964129471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7226412712964129471' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7226412712964129471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7226412712964129471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/observer.html' title='The Observer'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO57nSpzgQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/rvxzEq6CVnU/s72-c/CIMG1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3138116951875357662</id><published>2008-10-06T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:07:09.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manthy - 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO52ze72SHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Wi0CJL-uBGM/s1600-h/CIMG1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255268442037438578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO52ze72SHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Wi0CJL-uBGM/s320/CIMG1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is my little fashionista&lt;/span&gt;, this was a good day because I actually changed her out of her jammies.   Ahh, I'm such a good mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is modeling her homemade babylegs. My friend Laci and I cranked out 15 pairs between Conference sessions on Saturday. I found a tutorial &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/babyhopes/237396880/in/set-72157594274454468/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if anyone is interested. We bought the socks at Wal-mart for $1.50 and at Target for $2.50 which beats paying $12 for the real babylegs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO520khw2-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/oFll-GxV6RM/s1600-h/CIMG1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255268460718513122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO520khw2-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/oFll-GxV6RM/s320/CIMG1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week Sam has started eating baby food, gumming baby crackers, sleeps thru the night 50% of the time, looks like she wants to crawl and is working on sitting up. She needs to be held more and needs to have more interaction and loves to giggle when I sing 'Old McDonald' or do anything else in her face. She is such a good baby and so much fun. Chris and I can't get enough of her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO521fYFK_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Sfk_8k_JvWQ/s1600-h/CIMG1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255268476515593202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO521fYFK_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Sfk_8k_JvWQ/s320/CIMG1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And neither can her big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3138116951875357662?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3138116951875357662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3138116951875357662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3138116951875357662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3138116951875357662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/manthy-6-months.html' title='Manthy - 6 months'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SO52ze72SHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Wi0CJL-uBGM/s72-c/CIMG1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3553928261485204592</id><published>2008-09-25T11:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:46:17.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNA6TTtbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PeSKTFkTCtQ/s1600-h/CIMG1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015206164379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNA6TTtbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PeSKTFkTCtQ/s320/CIMG1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; There is nothing better than a happy child. &lt;/span&gt; Yesterday we went to Thanksgiving Point - and will be going back and back and back again since my MIL bought us an annual family pass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNBklMP1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ySVWmeXeA0U/s1600-h/CIMG1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015217513676626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNBklMP1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ySVWmeXeA0U/s320/CIMG1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris was helping Alex feed the Alpaca and it was tickling her hand, her giggle is so sweet.  I asked her what her favorite part of the day was and she said "I feed the cows."  She was petting every animal yesterday whether it was real or bronze!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNCZXe4LI/AAAAAAAAAnk/deCRRgvaP6I/s1600-h/CIMG1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015231683256498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNCZXe4LI/AAAAAAAAAnk/deCRRgvaP6I/s320/CIMG1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samantha really wanted to ride the horsies too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNCpki1RI/AAAAAAAAAns/_Hw6shJizRI/s1600-h/CIMG1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015236033008914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNCpki1RI/AAAAAAAAAns/_Hw6shJizRI/s320/CIMG1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Julia and the girls, we had a great time spending time with her playing, eating and shopping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3553928261485204592?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3553928261485204592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3553928261485204592' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3553928261485204592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3553928261485204592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-day.html' title='A good day'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNvNA6TTtbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PeSKTFkTCtQ/s72-c/CIMG1091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5229033941922891678</id><published>2008-09-21T23:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:53:40.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning and Lacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrXCiMhiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/L7c7tUvjwQ0/s1600-h/CIMG1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248711565540886050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrXCiMhiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/L7c7tUvjwQ0/s320/CIMG1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is me with a big smile&lt;/span&gt; on my face tonight for the things I learned and understood better. I'm talking about the Plan of Salvation. I taught Relief Society today on the very subject and was up until 1am reading an essay by Truman G. Madsen and discussing the topic with my hubby. It was so refreshing to feel alive as I studied and really understood the doctrine better - like it started applying to my life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was fed&lt;/span&gt;. And because I was nourished by the word, I was weepy through my entire lesson! Oh well, the sisters are used to it, right? My attitude towards my trials has changed, I realize that I am not yet as Job - duh! And now my "thorns" seem really insignificant! Especially when compared to other people that are really suffering right now. I've been crying as I've been reading this &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sccsdecker.blogspot.com/2008/06/synopsis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;over the last few weeks. I am blessed and I'm grateful for my health and the knowledge of the plan God has for me and for all of us. To learn more about my beliefs or to be enlightened, click &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrXnbO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XkIQ95qXSVw/s1600-h/CIMG1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248711575443792274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrXnbO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XkIQ95qXSVw/s320/CIMG1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now to complain&lt;/span&gt;. This is my crusty overtired face, well, it really looks way worse in person. I got 3 hours of sleep last night and couldn't fall asleep today while napping or atleast trying to nap. Because...... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrYPvsHNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/12yLhNaXazE/s1600-h/CIMG1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248711586267012306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrYPvsHNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/12yLhNaXazE/s320/CIMG1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..this little cutie wakes up at the B-crack of dawn!!! Um yeah, 6 am comes in our room asking for milk. And she does that probably 4 times a week! Once she's up, she's ready to go. Not my genes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrYYHFPBI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CDRC0ty2u04/s1600-h/CIMG1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248711588512611346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrYYHFPBI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CDRC0ty2u04/s320/CIMG1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this cute baby has been sleeping through the night (finally!) the last 3 days but I don't feel it because of our early morning visitor! Oh the woes of being a mother to young children. Precious children. I am enjoying it. Really, even if the bags under my eyes would tell you otherwise. I love them and I love being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-5229033941922891678?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5229033941922891678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5229033941922891678' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5229033941922891678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5229033941922891678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-and-lacking.html' title='Learning and Lacking'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNcrXCiMhiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/L7c7tUvjwQ0/s72-c/CIMG1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2542710619449387110</id><published>2008-09-17T07:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:10:15.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothergoose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNEN7T-RF7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/suoEUDqXr4E/s1600-h/alex+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246990353488222130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNEN7T-RF7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/suoEUDqXr4E/s320/alex+school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alex started pre-school&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.  Well, it's more of a neighborhood babysitting club for two-year olds because let's be honest, at that age it's more about learning to share your toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNEN78pJi4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/nG6Q08BdoFs/s1600-h/alex+school+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246990364405500802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNEN78pJi4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/nG6Q08BdoFs/s320/alex+school+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were taken after school, I think she's going to like it.  I know I will.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNEN8Jxe9vI/AAAAAAAAAms/wn_EyI9IGPU/s1600-h/alex+school3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246990367930119922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNEN8Jxe9vI/AAAAAAAAAms/wn_EyI9IGPU/s320/alex+school3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex with her buddies Harrison and Tate.  She's always out numbered but doesn't mind it.  We gotta work on her smile, can you tell she is always saying cheese? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2542710619449387110?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2542710619449387110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2542710619449387110' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2542710619449387110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2542710619449387110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/mothergoose.html' title='Mothergoose'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SNEN7T-RF7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/suoEUDqXr4E/s72-c/alex+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-958258845322157617</id><published>2008-09-11T20:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:17:26.164-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samantha'/><title type='text'>5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMnP4e-pOOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OP2wR1TAqz8/s1600-h/CIMG1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244951810345089250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMnP4e-pOOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OP2wR1TAqz8/s320/CIMG1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; My blue eyed&lt;/span&gt; baby loves rice cereal.&lt;br /&gt;Another private victory for this mom!&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/7558644190253933789-958258845322157617?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/958258845322157617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=958258845322157617' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/958258845322157617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/958258845322157617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMnP4e-pOOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OP2wR1TAqz8/s72-c/CIMG1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-9184319999950424844</id><published>2008-09-08T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:57:34.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sipping the good life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMVKCBWcAPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/GM-eOHZidKc/s1600-h/CIMG1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243678739725549810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMVKCBWcAPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/GM-eOHZidKc/s320/CIMG1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lately I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really counting my blessings and thank the Lord for my beautiful children, my sweet husband and the opportunity to be a mother.  I love these pictures that CK took of Alexandra and I.  We were sharing a cup of peppermint tea after church.  We were racing to see who could slurp it the fastest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMVKCreAWcI/AAAAAAAAAmM/x69cNvBbpM0/s1600-h/CIMG1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243678751031581122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMVKCreAWcI/AAAAAAAAAmM/x69cNvBbpM0/s320/CIMG1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can you guess who won?  Little hog.    &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/7558644190253933789-9184319999950424844?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9184319999950424844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=9184319999950424844' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/9184319999950424844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/9184319999950424844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/sipping-good-life.html' title='Sipping the good life'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMVKCBWcAPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/GM-eOHZidKc/s72-c/CIMG1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-395691218815451746</id><published>2008-09-06T21:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:56:18.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to blog about</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243115944353618930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKLBNiW_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/b2nOinzw_cI/s320/CIMG1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks pretty suspcious, doesn't it? Can you guess what happened??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKLg2qNFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/3V_90xXPfHw/s1600-h/CIMG1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243115952847598674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKLg2qNFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/3V_90xXPfHw/s320/CIMG1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, I locked my kids in the car (by accident of course) and it was a good thing I had started it and put the AC on full blast. I called 911 (for the 2nd time this summer!) and they came within 5 minutes. Luckily Alex and Sam were fine and had no idea what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKL7sqkaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yqZ9LMWNtm8/s1600-h/CIMG1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243115960053436834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKL7sqkaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yqZ9LMWNtm8/s320/CIMG1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hero. Engineer Kevin Holt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKMF42neI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yy7S4K5CgH0/s1600-h/CIMG1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243115962788912610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKMF42neI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yy7S4K5CgH0/s320/CIMG1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the fiasco, they let all the kids get a tour of the fire truck, it was the highlight of our Higbee Family Reunion. Glad I could help out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKMYvb7sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bI7uCmbYV5Q/s1600-h/CIMG1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243115967849688770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKMYvb7sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bI7uCmbYV5Q/s320/CIMG1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They gave the girls a cute little polar bear stuffed animal. Sam doesn't look amused over the shenanigans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243116555473115090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKulzx19I/AAAAAAAAAls/3nwpoEa5y5I/s320/CIMG1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alex and her cousins Olivia and Luke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243116564666799570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKvIDuVdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aq5ut7TSafY/s320/CIMG1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My beautiful mom, there to support since Chris was working today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243116578739070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKv8e0J7I/AAAAAAAAAl8/1EXXzf712G8/s320/CIMG1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took my keys after they rescued my kiddos and held on to them until I was ready to go. He's the responsible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I called 911 back in June, we were watching my sisters kids and her little dog. I had all the kids piled in the Suburban and Chris had a truck so we needed to go pick-up a table and chairs from his parents house. One by one the kids left the car, even though I told them to stay put. I had the keys in the console and shut the door once Alex got out with Lauren, leaving Samantha and the dog in the car. The second I shut the door Roxy came running to the door and stepped on the automatic lock and locked the door! I ran inside and called 911. They arrived within 5 minutes but meanwhile Roxy was standing on Samantha and barking in her face and she was hysterical! Everything was fine, although I was a little uneasy and anxious. The moral to my two stories is: HIDE-A-KEY! I'm getting one on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-395691218815451746?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/395691218815451746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=395691218815451746' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/395691218815451746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/395691218815451746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-to-blog-about.html' title='Something to blog about'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMNKLBNiW_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/b2nOinzw_cI/s72-c/CIMG1012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1934454543297332546</id><published>2008-09-04T18:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:29:47.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nie Nie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMB6_w9ifBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4NslewKe8JQ/s1600-h/nie.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242325202152619026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMB6_w9ifBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4NslewKe8JQ/s320/nie.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For most bloggers out there, I'm sure you have heard the story of Christian and Stephanie Nielson, if not click &lt;a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get the story. Ever since last week when I stumbled upon my friend Kara's &lt;a href="http://crazygoodlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; who held an auction for their recovery, I can't stop thinking about them. I read Nie's blog the other night and just think she is a superb woman in many ways. She seems like a very fun and carefree mother but also cares very deeply for them and their well-being. She and her husband seem to have such a loving and romantic relationship, for sure an example of eternal love. Then of course there is her unique sense of style, I love her style! She is beautiful inside and out. My heart goes out to them, they are in my thoughts and prayers. One day I would love to meet her and tell her how much I admire her, until then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-1934454543297332546?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1934454543297332546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1934454543297332546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1934454543297332546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1934454543297332546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/nie-nie.html' title='Nie Nie'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SMB6_w9ifBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4NslewKe8JQ/s72-c/nie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3827989558737470712</id><published>2008-08-29T07:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:26:00.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawsthorne Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgC1MG56nI/AAAAAAAAAks/IRAk2x06XkA/s1600-h/CIMG0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941279252081266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgC1MG56nI/AAAAAAAAAks/IRAk2x06XkA/s320/CIMG0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two weeks ago we went to Bear Lake for my mom's side family reunion.  All my aunts, uncles and cousins and grandma came down from Calgary to hang-out on Ideal Beach.  Here's Alex at the start of the short drive watching Ice-Age.  So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgC1kg5xqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/S7w1lekBAWI/s1600-h/CIMG0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941285803574946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgC1kg5xqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/S7w1lekBAWI/s320/CIMG0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, forgot to flip...Alex loving the lake with goose bumps and all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCNa24TRI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ntvbTzwAJ3I/s1600-h/CIMG0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940596016631058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCNa24TRI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ntvbTzwAJ3I/s320/CIMG0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone had so much fun playing on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCNue5MbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RMQyDDoflQA/s1600-h/CIMG0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940601284735410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCNue5MbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RMQyDDoflQA/s320/CIMG0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a sand castle building contest, I think Grandma (the judge) said everyone won!  Our family's finished product!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCOFLzaXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/KXA2pPxKRaw/s1600-h/CIMG0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940607378680178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCOFLzaXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/KXA2pPxKRaw/s320/CIMG0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The woman who started it all, Thelma Sophia Rawsthorne age 92!  She's only sitting in the wheelchair as a place to sit that's more comfortable than a picnic bench.  What  a beautiful example of aging with grace!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCOVuU0eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/J0Kt-lHk6Nk/s1600-h/CIMG0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940611818443234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCOVuU0eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/J0Kt-lHk6Nk/s320/CIMG0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole fam, minus a few people who couldn't make it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCO_SrJvI/AAAAAAAAAkk/w87RotJux6U/s1600-h/CIMG0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940622976755442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgCO_SrJvI/AAAAAAAAAkk/w87RotJux6U/s320/CIMG0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam with her cousin Reese, already best cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBMtpLL0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2YHqMFrxdtA/s1600-h/CIMG0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239939484367925058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBMtpLL0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2YHqMFrxdtA/s320/CIMG0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our reunion shirts, the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) crest on front and the motto on back "Maintain the Right".  My Grandpa was an RCMP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBNISDqBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NQN_gNU2Uqs/s1600-h/CIMG0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239939491518720018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBNISDqBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NQN_gNU2Uqs/s320/CIMG0991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and Bentley at the luau, Chris made his signature Khalua Pig, minus the Khalua and it was delicious!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBNk2DnUI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qUgEUJf4Jbw/s1600-h/CIMG0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239939499185904962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBNk2DnUI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qUgEUJf4Jbw/s320/CIMG0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex walked around all night asking people for their lei's, she's always been a little gatherer (hoarder)....too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBOW49NJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/joNLuTmp4tQ/s1600-h/CIMG0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239939512619840658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgBOW49NJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/joNLuTmp4tQ/s320/CIMG0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such a wonderful time seeing everyone and can't wait for the next time we get together.  Everyone who planned and executed did such a fantastic job.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3827989558737470712?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3827989558737470712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3827989558737470712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3827989558737470712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3827989558737470712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/rawsthorne-family-reunion.html' title='Rawsthorne Family Reunion'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SLgC1MG56nI/AAAAAAAAAks/IRAk2x06XkA/s72-c/CIMG0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7589564214447802850</id><published>2008-08-06T09:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:00:51.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJtZgf31I/AAAAAAAAAhs/DKuv6hPUBdQ/s1600-h/CIMG0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231434223946030930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJtZgf31I/AAAAAAAAAhs/DKuv6hPUBdQ/s320/CIMG0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet baby is 4 months today, it's amazing how fast they grow-up!  I thought I'd try to give her some rice cereal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJtkkowXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/z0LB5NlPY6w/s1600-h/CIMG0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231434226916180338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJtkkowXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/z0LB5NlPY6w/s320/CIMG0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the wipe down, after she spit it all up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJt7weTKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ee3N3RV-xoE/s1600-h/CIMG0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231434233139842210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJt7weTKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ee3N3RV-xoE/s320/CIMG0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I think it dawned on her that I was trying to give her something other than a bottle and man was she mad!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJuHBX2zI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hHk-nO23I-Y/s1600-h/CIMG0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231434236163513138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJuHBX2zI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hHk-nO23I-Y/s320/CIMG0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learned how to roll over last week and does it constantly when I put her to bed but the problem is she HATES being on her tummy and screams.  Except this time I came in to check on her and she was actually asleep!  Sweet baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-7589564214447802850?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7589564214447802850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7589564214447802850' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7589564214447802850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7589564214447802850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJnJtZgf31I/AAAAAAAAAhs/DKuv6hPUBdQ/s72-c/CIMG0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5386137145302574116</id><published>2008-08-05T12:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:17.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie7ZfwLsI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qcUBMrH9K78/s1600-h/CIMG0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231105710484369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie7ZfwLsI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qcUBMrH9K78/s320/CIMG0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning Chris planned for us to go down to Thanksgiving Point.  During August, Tuesday's are $2 for everything!  We first went to the Dinosaur Museum which Alex loved!  Thank goodness for Little Einstein's Dinosaur Instrument episode!  She was really interested in them and growling.  She was a little scared of the one above since all the rest were just bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie7zFiUCI/AAAAAAAAAhM/q40QXGLTCRI/s1600-h/CIMG0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231105717353730082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie7zFiUCI/AAAAAAAAAhM/q40QXGLTCRI/s320/CIMG0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the sand and water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie8-I6EzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9WhYXSF0FEc/s1600-h/CIMG0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231105737500529458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie8-I6EzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9WhYXSF0FEc/s320/CIMG0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then went to the farm and saw all the animals and had a pony ride, which she LOVED!  She kept saying "again!!" but the line was too long.  We'll go back again this month.  It's so fun to see her learning and observing and taking everything in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie9DksqII/AAAAAAAAAhc/NNV95x_5tbA/s1600-h/CIMG0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231105738959267970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie9DksqII/AAAAAAAAAhc/NNV95x_5tbA/s320/CIMG0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam the spectator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie9igVEOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/75V_QAH6uhM/s1600-h/CIMG0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231105747262443746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie9igVEOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/75V_QAH6uhM/s320/CIMG0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex trying to feed the cow but instead he was trying to eat her!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-5386137145302574116?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5386137145302574116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5386137145302574116' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5386137145302574116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5386137145302574116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanksgiving-point.html' title='Thanksgiving Point'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJie7ZfwLsI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qcUBMrH9K78/s72-c/CIMG0928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3731701294583244780</id><published>2008-08-04T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:18.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirkland Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco8nrUcFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0TpbteMYtNE/s1600-h/CIMG0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230694514122059858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco8nrUcFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0TpbteMYtNE/s320/CIMG0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend we has two family reunions for Chris' family.  On Saturday we got together with Chris' birth dad's family.  We haven't been that close to the Kirklands until last year when they started getting together themselves.  It was so fun to meet and get to know the cousins better.  Some live right near by us and we plan on getting together again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco9D8uKqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/V-8Kec992_8/s1600-h/CIMG0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230694521711241890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco9D8uKqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/V-8Kec992_8/s320/CIMG0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Aunts and Uncles.  Mark was killed on assignment while working for the FBI back in 1977.  His uncle Jay brought a box full of pictures of Mark for Chris and his brother Ken.  It's amazing how much they both look like Mark.  I will post some of the pics later, Ken has them to scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco9ouwSFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/XJI8U4JjWSI/s1600-h/CIMG0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230694531584772178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco9ouwSFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/XJI8U4JjWSI/s320/CIMG0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex with her second cousins.  I think they kinda look alike.  And her hair color is from the Kirkland side, a few of the cousins had the same color!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco-G5tXZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/T01NMZ8xq48/s1600-h/CIMG0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230694539683782034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco-G5tXZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/T01NMZ8xq48/s320/CIMG0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the second cousins, they had so much fun playing in the water, dirt and getting prizes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco-yL91cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kZJTmEhSuhM/s1600-h/CIMG0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230694551303083458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco-yL91cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kZJTmEhSuhM/s320/CIMG0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Mary Kay with Samantha.  Uncle Brent and Mary Kay planned the whole thing, thank you so much for getting us all together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3731701294583244780?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3731701294583244780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3731701294583244780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3731701294583244780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3731701294583244780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/kirkland-family-reunion.html' title='Kirkland Family Reunion'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJco8nrUcFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0TpbteMYtNE/s72-c/CIMG0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2689084674265014176</id><published>2008-08-04T09:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:39.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrus Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclgh_r9xI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qd8ELzK5RMc/s1600-h/CIMG0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230690733025654546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclgh_r9xI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qd8ELzK5RMc/s320/CIMG0878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night we went up to Heber Valley Camp for the Andrus reunion (Monty's side). We had such a great time, except on the way up Alex was complaining of an owie and then threw-up all over herself and her carseat! Even though we were not planning on sleeping over, I luckily brought pajamas for thr girls. Chris lost his appetite while cleaning things up! Anyway, enough about the barfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclg8NNfYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gHlV44WtT1A/s1600-h/CIMG0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230690740061699458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclg8NNfYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gHlV44WtT1A/s320/CIMG0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex with her dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclhJ8rBxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0odvJ-PRe0s/s1600-h/CIMG0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230690743750428434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclhJ8rBxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0odvJ-PRe0s/s320/CIMG0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Samantha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclhPIChQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JP3dwqo2hZk/s1600-h/CIMG0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230690745140282626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclhPIChQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JP3dwqo2hZk/s320/CIMG0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutest baby face!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclhZkErZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zXJ8TW-blzY/s1600-h/CIMG0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230690747942219154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclhZkErZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zXJ8TW-blzY/s320/CIMG0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris' aunt and uncle planned the reunion and the activities for the kids. They had a treasure hunt and found a pinata at the end of it. All the kids got a chance to whack the dragon, youngest to oldest, even Sam! We had a great time until we had to leave and go home and get in our car which smelled like barf!! Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2689084674265014176?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2689084674265014176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2689084674265014176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2689084674265014176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2689084674265014176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/andrus-family-reunion.html' title='Andrus Family Reunion'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SJclgh_r9xI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qd8ELzK5RMc/s72-c/CIMG0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3559421033809912508</id><published>2008-07-25T13:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:40.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqqr6hMJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/l0jzVTPmjB8/s1600-h/CIMG0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227037230347923602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqqr6hMJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/l0jzVTPmjB8/s320/CIMG0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few of us in our neighborhood planned a pretty kick-A party for Pioneer Day.  Since we are all new to our development, I figured we needed to start a new tradition.  So, we had a parade, a raffle, games, BBQ, fireworks and an award for the "Friendliest Neighbor". As the 3 of us were setting up in my yard, it was 5:55 and the parade was starting at 6:00. There was nobody at my house dropping off food etc. We were wondering where everyone was and worried that we wouldn't have the turn-out we had hoped for.  One of my friends called her husband and he said there were 50 + people waiting at the designated parade start.  As I started walking over and rounded the corner, this is what I saw!  Such excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqrL8t5mI/AAAAAAAAAfU/EkBexBn5uqU/s1600-h/CIMG0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227037238947079778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqrL8t5mI/AAAAAAAAAfU/EkBexBn5uqU/s320/CIMG0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and Alex, with her sweet ride that I decorated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqrYY1vvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Vicxfe_3OIg/s1600-h/CIMG0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227037242286259954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqrYY1vvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Vicxfe_3OIg/s320/CIMG0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The host and hostess with the mostest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqr9m1cCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/VfQJD3_V_tE/s1600-h/CIMG0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227037252277071906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqr9m1cCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/VfQJD3_V_tE/s320/CIMG0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view of about 1/3 of the people and kids watching the fireworks show that Chris put on. Next year, we going illegal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqsK8aaGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OjMHHB_n61E/s1600-h/CIMG0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227037255857236066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqsK8aaGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OjMHHB_n61E/s320/CIMG0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how you can tell a girl has had partied her heart out!  Let's just say the tub water was brown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had tons of fun and were so pleased that so many neighbors showed up, I counted about 250. Everyone seemed to have had a great time, it went so smooth. I think the tradition has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3559421033809912508?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3559421033809912508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3559421033809912508' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3559421033809912508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3559421033809912508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/neighborhood-party.html' title='Neighborhood Party'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIoqqr6hMJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/l0jzVTPmjB8/s72-c/CIMG0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-9193803978594195366</id><published>2008-07-20T21:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:41.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCeMbdszI/AAAAAAAAAes/aNZUWji-icQ/s1600-h/CIMG0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225304185412367154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCeMbdszI/AAAAAAAAAes/aNZUWji-icQ/s320/CIMG0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is Christopher's birthday, he's 32 but only got to blow out one candle! I think he had a great one - although we celebrated it yesterday too and he told me in church today that I should give him "something" everyday this week for his birthday. (hahaha) So, I think this one is going to be a week long event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCedJ3SnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-LNvHYxZPlo/s1600-h/CIMG0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225304189901949554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCedJ3SnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-LNvHYxZPlo/s320/CIMG0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex wanted to blow out a candle too. She' s been singing 'Happy Birthday' the last couple of days. I don't know if she knows that it's Daddy's birthday and not hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCe5q2bBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z7lSdZ101VE/s1600-h/CIMG0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225304197556497426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCe5q2bBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z7lSdZ101VE/s320/CIMG0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night we had a few friends over for a BBQ and games, I only got 2 pictures of the whole night. I think I have forgotten that I have a blog. The whole night was so much fun from the guys playing Bocci Ball and Badmitton and the girls taking the golf cart to see the horses to roasting marshmellows! We have such great friends.  We also went and saw 'The Dark Knight' yesterday afternoon.  Great movie although long and NOT for kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCfbUBEBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-XeIxtYTY7U/s1600-h/CIMG0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225304206587531282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCfbUBEBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-XeIxtYTY7U/s320/CIMG0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the girls rallying on the golf cart! Reminds me of my younger years golfing at Willow Creek with my dad and thinking I was SO cool driving the cart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris is such a wonderful person, I know I listed some of the reasons I love him on our Anniversary post but I'll mention some more here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has such a great &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;, he's not moody and I know I can always have a good laugh with him (just like we did today while we were napping)! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He's smart and very passionate&lt;/span&gt; about his thoughts and opinions, I like that about him. He's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;easy to please&lt;/span&gt;, I bought him a push broom for his b-day and he was so excited he cleaned the garage yesterday! Ok, I'm sure he was just a little disappointed so I told him next year I'd really treat him well and buy him something cool or fun - like a lawnmower! He is such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonderful father&lt;/span&gt;, when Alex gets hurt she wants her daddy because Chris is so focused on her and her owie and wants her to tell him all about it. Me, I kiss it better and tell her she's ok. When he comes home from work she runs to him with her arms open and crashes into him with a big hug. It's the cutest thing. Chris has alot of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intergrity &lt;/span&gt;and has been so shocked in the business world that so many people lack honesty and integrity. I know he'll always treat people honestly. I love you Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-9193803978594195366?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9193803978594195366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=9193803978594195366' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/9193803978594195366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/9193803978594195366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-babe.html' title='Happy Birthday Babe!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SIQCeMbdszI/AAAAAAAAAes/aNZUWji-icQ/s72-c/CIMG0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6656664825098016808</id><published>2008-07-07T21:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:42.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months old</title><content type='html'>Samantha is 3 months old already!  She is at such a cute stage (what stage isn't?), she's been cooing and almost giggling and really interacting with us and that makes being a parent so FUN!  I want to squeeze her so hard sometimes because I can't get enough.   She has a very sweet and happy personality, a little angel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgBSnmdTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TAxugynajtM/s1600-h/CIMG0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481230858253618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgBSnmdTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TAxugynajtM/s320/CIMG0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister Di and her baby Reese who is 5 weeks older than Sam and my cousin Amiee with her son Nolan who is 10 days older than Reese.  He's a big boy, and so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgB05mjqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/64LBDe4nwQc/s1600-h/CIMG0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481240060563106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgB05mjqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/64LBDe4nwQc/s320/CIMG0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, but cute of Alex and some of her friends in our neighborhood on the 4th of July.  She loves playing alot lately - every morning she tells me "I go", I ask where and she usually says 'Tate's house".  Her and Tate are such good friends, they play so well together...hardly any fights over toys and things.  It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgCS_QDDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nXL062T-O88/s1600-h/CIMG0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481248137317426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgCS_QDDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nXL062T-O88/s320/CIMG0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She doesn't usually respond to 'Sam', but you call her 'Mantha' and she looks right at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgC72BJCI/AAAAAAAAAec/5D7XzXudkMM/s1600-h/CIMG0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481259104445474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgC72BJCI/AAAAAAAAAec/5D7XzXudkMM/s320/CIMG0787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I found her asleep like this in her crib, she probably fought with it for a while and then gave up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgDTActUI/AAAAAAAAAek/-2lqpUFMgPs/s1600-h/CIMG0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481265322210626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgDTActUI/AAAAAAAAAek/-2lqpUFMgPs/s320/CIMG0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6656664825098016808?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6656664825098016808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6656664825098016808' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6656664825098016808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6656664825098016808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-months-old.html' title='3 months old'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SHLgBSnmdTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TAxugynajtM/s72-c/CIMG0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6663055597323066134</id><published>2008-06-22T20:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:42.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True confessions of a postpartum girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SF8XAxl5ATI/AAAAAAAAAds/-RSxGQu2oL0/s1600-h/CIMG0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214912195598025010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SF8XAxl5ATI/AAAAAAAAAds/-RSxGQu2oL0/s320/CIMG0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I am in DESPERATE need of some major weight loss MIRACLE! I know, I know, I just had a baby 2 1/2 months ago, be easy on myself, right?  But, hello...look at my muffin top!!!!  Well, I am officially done breast feeding as of yesterday and of course it's sad but now I'm reved up and ready to go. I've lost my Samantha weight, but now have my Alexandra weight to lose. I tried South Beach a few weeks ago, I lost 10 lbs in the first week and nothing for the following 3 weeks. I chalked it up to nursing. I'd like to try it again, but if any of you reading this has had some personal success PLEASE share. I'm up for anything, especially if it's FREE. I'm sending out this SOS tonight because today I just felt really unhappy about my body and I'm tired of feeling like that - it shouldn't control my emotions like it does. I really want to have a healthy body image for myself but also for my girls.  Oh, and I'd like to fit back into my skinny clothes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6663055597323066134?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6663055597323066134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6663055597323066134' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6663055597323066134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6663055597323066134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-confessions-of-postpartum-girl.html' title='True confessions of a postpartum girl!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SF8XAxl5ATI/AAAAAAAAAds/-RSxGQu2oL0/s72-c/CIMG0725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7953954705052210201</id><published>2008-06-18T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:44.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Place Park</title><content type='html'>Today a group of us went up to This Is The Place park for a neighborhood fieldtrip that my friend organized. We had a great time. Alex LOVED the petting zoo - in fact, she was the first kid to go up to the lambies and pet them. She was feeding them and wouldn't take her hands off of them. I was suprised at how much she loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5ikVRSHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kgsmK7akh9s/s1600-h/CIMG0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213613153410173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5ikVRSHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kgsmK7akh9s/s320/CIMG0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5jOqe43I/AAAAAAAAAdM/D4n_mJMHE3A/s1600-h/CIMG0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213613164773434226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5jOqe43I/AAAAAAAAAdM/D4n_mJMHE3A/s320/CIMG0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She went on a pony ride and loved that too! Although, by her stoic expression you cannot tell. She wouldn't smile for me, she's a little stubborn at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5kcAvv0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/um3fiHHP5LM/s1600-h/CIMG0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213613185536343874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5kcAvv0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/um3fiHHP5LM/s320/CIMG0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is with her cute friend Tate, he loves to feed her and she loves it when he does! They are cute little buddies. I told Tate to help her eat since she was too distracted, he then was telling her to sit down, come back to her seat, eat her 'sanich' . Too cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5lNPcozI/AAAAAAAAAdc/_c7D2dnuo90/s1600-h/CIMG0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213613198751343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5lNPcozI/AAAAAAAAAdc/_c7D2dnuo90/s320/CIMG0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little 'Mantha girl. I think she enjoyed herself too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5mcSXPDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/5mbyz7tCFFc/s1600-h/CIMG0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213613219969973298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5mcSXPDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/5mbyz7tCFFc/s320/CIMG0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-7953954705052210201?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7953954705052210201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7953954705052210201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7953954705052210201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7953954705052210201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-place-park.html' title='This is the Place Park'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SFp5ikVRSHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kgsmK7akh9s/s72-c/CIMG0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7816463770677823142</id><published>2008-06-03T10:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:45.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>We blessed Samantha last Sunday, it was such a spiritual day for Chris and I. The blessing Chris gave Sam was so heartfelt and special. Chris really put alot of thought into it which means so much to me. It was so great to have all our family come out and support our newest addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxaoakxOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zWH_9j0YBIQ/s1600-h/CIMG0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693246463263970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxaoakxOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zWH_9j0YBIQ/s320/CIMG0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samantha Kate or 'mantha as Alex calls her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxa4akxPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/j73UJXNMUBs/s1600-h/CIMG0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693250758231282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxa4akxPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/j73UJXNMUBs/s320/CIMG0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Granpa and Grandma Searle, Grandma Julia, Grandpa Mont, Great Grandma and Grandpa Andrus.  A four generation picture for Chris, on both sides!  (How lucky he is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxbYakxQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FYt2W1TK7bk/s1600-h/CIMG0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693259348165890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxbYakxQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FYt2W1TK7bk/s320/CIMG0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big sister making sure the binky doesn't fall out during the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxboakxRI/AAAAAAAAAck/nC9LSo5olpU/s1600-h/CIMG0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693263643133202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxboakxRI/AAAAAAAAAck/nC9LSo5olpU/s320/CIMG0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxb4akxSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ni_dtwEUUJc/s1600-h/CIMG0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693267938100514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxb4akxSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ni_dtwEUUJc/s320/CIMG0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging out with Grandpa Bob after an eventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-7816463770677823142?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7816463770677823142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7816463770677823142' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7816463770677823142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7816463770677823142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SEVxaoakxOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zWH_9j0YBIQ/s72-c/CIMG0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7381968360508015841</id><published>2008-05-25T09:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:53:06.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart and mind</title><content type='html'>About a week or so ago I was doing some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;pondering&lt;/span&gt; about my life and the things that influence me and my attitude.  I really wanted to improve some things and especially my thoughts.   For the most part I am a pretty optimistic and happy person, but negative thoughts enter my mind and I find myself gossiping from time to time.  I know it's wrong, but sometimes it feels good - like in a venting way.  I don't want to be like that and I don't want my kids to ever hear me saying something bad about someone else.  They might think it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to do the same.  My desire for change isn't just about saying things about others, but just my thoughts period about situations and circumstances.  So, my new &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is working so far and it's come from the heart.  I know it won't be easy and it will take a lifetime and beyond to change.  I said something about someone 8 years ago that wasn't very nice.  That person has held a grudge against me for that long and I didn't know until last year.  Well, I wasn't going to apologize because I thought my comment was true.  This last week there was an opportunity for me to say sorry - I hesitated and justified my actions to myself.  Then I thought, what's it going to hurt for me to swallow my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought it would be hard.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, it was EASY and it felt good!  I wished I had done that 8 years ago.   As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-7381968360508015841?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7381968360508015841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7381968360508015841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7381968360508015841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7381968360508015841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-heart-and-mind.html' title='My heart and mind'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6810590307460006288</id><published>2008-05-12T17:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:46.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ5-h9AuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UaKHrA4E8lI/s1600-h/CIMG0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698136418550498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ5-h9AuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UaKHrA4E8lI/s320/CIMG0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today our sweet little girl turned 2!  Time flies.  She has been such a delighful child to raise, always so happy and pretty obedient.  Her smile and laugh are infectious!  She is very aware of other people's feelings and observant of her surroundings.  Right out of the womb she was staring at everyone that held her - like a deep soul stare!  This picture is of her handing me my Mother's Day gift, beautiful flowers.  She won't pose for the camera. Stinker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ6uh9AvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XxQppQPeSTk/s1600-h/CIMG0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698149303452402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ6uh9AvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XxQppQPeSTk/s320/CIMG0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we celebrated her b-day with our familes at a combined Mother's Day dinner at Chris' parent's house.  She loved her gifts, a tutu from Grandma Sue and a trike from G &amp;amp; G Andrus, just to name a couple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ6-h9AwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gHQoiomRCLQ/s1600-h/CIMG0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698153598419714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ6-h9AwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gHQoiomRCLQ/s320/CIMG0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gluten-free cupcakes were a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ7eh9AxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2Q4rUl4Ow10/s1600-h/CIMG0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698162188354322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ7eh9AxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2Q4rUl4Ow10/s320/CIMG0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we had a little cupcake party with some of her neighborhood friends.  We love cupcakes. Who doesn't? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ7uh9AyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FOzItwGpc5s/s1600-h/CIMG0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698166483321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ7uh9AyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FOzItwGpc5s/s320/CIMG0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended up stripping the girls down so they wouldn't get their shirts dirty.  I love this picture, Bentley eating her cupcake like a dog, Alex happy to be eating cupcakes again, Helen and Mayet focused on the task at hand.  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex likes to act silly and rough house withe boys, older ones especially!  She is curious and observant - when I get off the phone she asks, "whad say?"  She minds pretty well and is very helpful with baby sister.  She is independent and such a joy to have in our family.  I look forward to the future with her but for now, I love all her precious moments.  I'm lucky to be her mother!  Happy Birthday Ally Magoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6810590307460006288?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6810590307460006288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6810590307460006288' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6810590307460006288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6810590307460006288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/alexandra-may.html' title='Alexandra May'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCkJ5-h9AuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UaKHrA4E8lI/s72-c/CIMG0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8115869682618534737</id><published>2008-05-10T07:53:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:47.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archuleta and the Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWvsXabtKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-VMV4PyCjkQ/s1600-h/CIMG0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198754521603093666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWvsXabtKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-VMV4PyCjkQ/s320/CIMG0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWqx3abtEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Zdl7r80SC8E/s1600-h/CIMG0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198749118534235202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWqx3abtEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Zdl7r80SC8E/s320/CIMG0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting from Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night my dad gives me call, letting me know that he has some row 1 seats for game three. Of course I rescheduled my night. It was worth it, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta from American Idol sang the national anthem (If you watch the show, you'll see it Wednesday I'm sure. He was way good!) Here's some pics of him on the court, before and during his performance: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198749891628348498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWre3abtFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/juwFOtWb-RQ/s320/CIMG0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198748753462015026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWqcnabtDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YPP5h2RmrEc/s320/CIMG0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went and sat just a few rows behind us, behind the press tables. So, I went and asked him to sign my Jazz shirt. Everyone in the arena got one. Think I can sell it on EBay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198750664722461794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWsL3abtGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/znlbzxwfrb4/s320/CIMG0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I said, "You're awesome bro." His response: "Oh my gosh - you're so nice! Thank you so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We sat just behind the team. The Jazz played well, and I think the final score was 104 Jazz, 99 Lakers. We booed Kobe all night. Senator Hatch sat by us. Kind of a snoozer fan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198753074199114866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWuYHabtHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QNKgvuRB6cE/s320/CIMG0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198753894537868418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWvH3abtII/AAAAAAAAAag/Ohtm5NS0ZSI/s320/CIMG0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law Jeff was at the game too and came and said hi to us during half time. Afterwards as we were going to our car, I heard someone yell out "I didn't see the stairs!" and I heard a crunching sound. I turned around to see a guy in a big powered wheel chair just completing a summersault and settling in right on his face at the bottom of a flight of terrace steps on the Jazz plaza. I ran back and within 3 seconds a dozen other people showed up as well. We all heaved him upright (that thing weighted more than you would think) and brought him down the stairs. He had really thick glasses, and was moaning in pain. I flagged down someone with a walkie-talkie and they got the medics on the way. Poor guy.  All in all it was a very memorable night. Thanks Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8115869682618534737?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8115869682618534737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8115869682618534737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8115869682618534737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8115869682618534737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/archuleta-and-jazz.html' title='Archuleta and the Jazz'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SCWvsXabtKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-VMV4PyCjkQ/s72-c/CIMG0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-996781413124978902</id><published>2008-05-01T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Time-outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBpdByhq6qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WS4kpizL6kQ/s1600-h/CIMG0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBpdByhq6qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WS4kpizL6kQ/s320/CIMG0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195567405449538210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I were talking last night about the amount of time-outs we've been giving Alexandra.  I was thinking back over the day and wondering if her punishments had been a little harsh for her actions.  I expressed how I want to be a really good mom and be patient and loving AS much as I can - I know there are moments when I lose it and will be more in the future.  It's the facts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me something he heard on the radio about parenting toddlers, that there is a differen between willful disobedience and just exploring their curiosity.  We know that Alex needs boundaries and we also know that we need to follow through and be consistent.  The psychologist said that you need to look at your child's heart and know their intent.  Alex has a good heart.  She is really good natured and isn't destructive.  Today both Chris and I were a little more patient and understanding with her and she didn't have to go in any time-outs.  Perhaps the lack of sleep has made me irritable because since Samantha was born, Alex has seen the corner atleast once a day, if not more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is a learning process as a parent, I realize that I won't be who I want to be as a mother overnight.  I will try each day to be more patient and remember that my sweet kids are children of God, that I've been entrusted to teach them and love them here on earth.  How lucky am I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-996781413124978902?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/996781413124978902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=996781413124978902' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/996781413124978902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/996781413124978902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-many-time-outs.html' title='Too Many Time-outs'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBpdByhq6qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WS4kpizL6kQ/s72-c/CIMG0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3368461737119697891</id><published>2008-04-29T16:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:48.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowering Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBejkihq6nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UkqBBsda9wc/s1600-h/CIMG0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBejkihq6nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UkqBBsda9wc/s320/CIMG0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194800543333804658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling a little sad lately, perhaps it's a small dose of the baby blues coupled with feeling non-productive!  I used to roll my eyes (to myself) when other moms would say how hard it was to just take a shower on a daily basis when you have kids - plural.  Well, I feel it is an accomplishment if I shower every other day!!!  I feel too tired in the morning to jump in the shower before everyone wakes up...I wait until they wake me up which is somewhere between 6-7am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a VERY productive person, list in hand crossing things off right and left.  I get a real sense of accomplishment from doing things that are on my list.  In fact, my mom calls me the task-master...not so much anymore.  I leave my clean laundry in the baskets for days before I have the desire or energy to put it away.  I just washed my floors last weekend and it had been a month since it had been cleaned.  I don't exercise - no energy or time.  So the fact that I have 35 lbs to lose sort of depresses me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to complain, it's just that I have realized that I need to lower my expectations when it comes to being super productive with the things on my list.  I am torn because I spend most of my days holding and feeding Samantha.  I love it.  I love her.  I know these days will pass too fast, so I am trying to soak in the moments and breathe.  But, I find that I am having an inner-struggle between the woman that wants to hold and kiss her baby and enjoy the moments and the woman that loves to be productive.  Have any of you felt that way after having a baby?  Where is the fine line?  Is there one?  Or do I wait it out?  I know it probably passes because anyone with more than one kid that I know, is productive.  Right now, I don't see the task master coming back easily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that keep me sane and content for the most part are these beautiful people.  I'm thankful each day for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBejlChq6oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6g-T5avHhyQ/s1600-h/CIMG0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBejlChq6oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6g-T5avHhyQ/s320/CIMG0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194800551923739266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBejlShq6pI/AAAAAAAAAZo/PIsKSJFPzbM/s1600-h/CIMG0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBejlShq6pI/AAAAAAAAAZo/PIsKSJFPzbM/s320/CIMG0542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194800556218706578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3368461737119697891?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3368461737119697891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3368461737119697891' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3368461737119697891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3368461737119697891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/lowering-expectations.html' title='Lowering Expectations'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SBejkihq6nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UkqBBsda9wc/s72-c/CIMG0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8439227678109356380</id><published>2008-04-21T09:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:01:28.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Mother's Day Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/M12h0LZQBaPz9-9y4hzpZQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/M12h0LZQBaPz9-9y4hzpZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8439227678109356380?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8439227678109356380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8439227678109356380' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8439227678109356380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8439227678109356380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-mothers-day-idea.html' title='Great Mother&apos;s Day Idea'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3273190986180350507</id><published>2008-04-14T21:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:50.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time around and some favorite pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpiKubu3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/y5jroSTsho4/s1600-h/CIMG0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189318337609055090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpiKubu3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/y5jroSTsho4/s320/CIMG0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this smiling baby!  Ok, so it really is true that the second time around is easier!  I am a witness to it.  I'm not as tired, my body has healed quicker and I've lost the baby weight quicker (still have Alex baby weight though...) and I pretty much don't feel like I gave birth 8 days ago.  It might have something to do with how small Samantha was, and look at that small head.  Alexandra's head was bigger and well, got stuck!  Sam kinda slid out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpiqubu4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/BXHsht6j0vs/s1600-h/CIMG0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189318346198989698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpiqubu4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/BXHsht6j0vs/s320/CIMG0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faker for the picture, but cute nonetheless - Chris loves his girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpjKubu5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/_bjyz4Rxy2g/s1600-h/CIMG0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189318354788924306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpjKubu5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/_bjyz4Rxy2g/s320/CIMG0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex loves Samantha, when cousin Bentley came over the other day the first thing Alex said to her was "look!"  and she was pointing to her baby sister.  It was like, 'look, I got one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpjqubu6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GAVVqgKdITU/s1600-h/CIMG0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189318363378858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpjqubu6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GAVVqgKdITU/s320/CIMG0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Samantha's arrival, Alex is more of a ragga-muffin...I just can't keep up some days.  Me or her, I go with me showering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpj6ubu7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/2DL_C5xM_w0/s1600-h/CIMG0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189318367673826226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpj6ubu7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/2DL_C5xM_w0/s320/CIMG0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post pregnancy brain?  Sorry for the double picture.  This baby LOVES to be held, I'm trying to soak it all in instead of being annoyed that I don't get much done.  She is just happier when close to me and I love it.  She is so sweet and smells so yummy and those cheeks, oh I just kiss them all the time! &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/7558644190253933789-3273190986180350507?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3273190986180350507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3273190986180350507' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3273190986180350507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3273190986180350507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-time-around-and-some-favorite-pics.html' title='2nd time around and some favorite pics!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SAQpiKubu3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/y5jroSTsho4/s72-c/CIMG0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2791183362025320164</id><published>2008-04-08T16:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:50.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha Kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_v5F17db8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/CbsupADwjrE/s1600-h/mel+and+samantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187013274618392514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_v5F17db8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/CbsupADwjrE/s320/mel+and+samantha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it happened! Baby girl was born Sunday April 6th at 5:54am, weighing in at 6 lbs. 11 oz, 19 1/2 in. long. She has blonde hair and is so sweet and small! I think she is a good mix of Chris and I. I went into labor on my own, it was a breeze - except for the two epidurals!!! I am already home and feeling great. I will post more later, but just wanted to introduce our sweet little girl!&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra LOVES to hold her, in fact, it's a fight who can hold her more. She is really kind nad loving towards her...so far, we're keeping our fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_v5GV7db9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WjKUQjb29T4/s1600-h/CIMG0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187013283208327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_v5GV7db9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WjKUQjb29T4/s320/CIMG0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2791183362025320164?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2791183362025320164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2791183362025320164' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2791183362025320164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2791183362025320164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/samantha-kate.html' title='Samantha Kate'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_v5F17db8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/CbsupADwjrE/s72-c/mel+and+samantha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-496774002404538527</id><published>2008-04-04T11:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:51.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue and positive thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZimF7db4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Pvco2dtOq8c/s1600-h/CIMG0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185440427529826178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZimF7db4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Pvco2dtOq8c/s320/CIMG0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will notice the baby ticker on my sidebar....it says 4 days to go...well that's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 days past due!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm still here. Tried ALL the tricks. Nothing is working. She'll be here by the 8th, my doctor is making me get induced - obviously I know she has to come out sometime. As you can see, I am HUGE, all over...especially in the boobs!! Hello. I think the most frustrating thing for me is that my body may never go into labor on it's own, that is something I really wanted to experience. Also, I'm done being fat. I want to get on with it and feel cute again. I know the baby will be here and sleepless nights are around the corner, so in that regard I'm not too anxious. But it will be sweet to lay eyes on her and hold her and kiss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I gave Chris his task list: CLEAN TOILETS, well I went in to relieve my teaspoon sized bladder and found this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZimV7db5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/NdrJrNpa5W4/s1600-h/CIMG0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185440431824793490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZimV7db5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/NdrJrNpa5W4/s320/CIMG0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...it made me really smile. Props to the husband!!  Cute eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really trying to focus on the positive right now. I love my new wreath. Does anyone else get excited about home decor? I wish I had a bigger budget right now so I could go buck wild on decorating my house. It's pretty empty and most of what I do have is a temporary fix until I can get what I really want. But for now, I love opening my front door and seeing my wreath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZinF7db6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2jKKnU2ixto/s1600-h/CIMG0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185440444709695394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZinF7db6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2jKKnU2ixto/s320/CIMG0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This of course is another positive thing that keeps me happy.....my sweet Alexandra!  She is just getting into her princess shoes, and "rella" and of course, she STILL loves t.v hence the reason she wouldn't look at me and smile for the camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZinV7db7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Jj49j8r06BQ/s1600-h/CIMG0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185440449004662706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZinV7db7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Jj49j8r06BQ/s320/CIMG0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So graceful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-496774002404538527?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/496774002404538527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=496774002404538527' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/496774002404538527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/496774002404538527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/overdue-and-positive-thinking.html' title='Overdue and positive thinking'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R_ZimF7db4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Pvco2dtOq8c/s72-c/CIMG0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8916879803391276649</id><published>2008-03-29T12:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:51.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-6T6l7db3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/V0jQ5FWvoWA/s1600-h/Mel+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183242855973220210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-6T6l7db3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/V0jQ5FWvoWA/s320/Mel+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I should have posted about this last Tuesday on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25th when it was our Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;, but pregnancy brain took over. We celebrated our third year together, that's nothing, I know. It's been so great, Chris is such a joy to be married to. Our neighbor offered to watch Alex while we went out, FOR FREE, and that was a treat since the babysitting rates in our hood are a little steep for us. Anyway, we went to my favorite sushi restaurant, Ichiban, came home and watched 'Dan in Real Life' and ate ice-cream. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My top 3 reasons I love being married to Chris: (I thought I'd stick to the years we've been married!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He makes me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, like the hard core gut laugh. We have such a great time together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Loves his family, he's so cute with Alex and can't wait to have another little girl! He's also very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spiritual and knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; about the gospel and has an eternal perspective on life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He has helped me to be more informed and interested in politics and current events, he's well read and knows alot about things and that makes for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;interesting conversations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Chris! I look forward to the next &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50+ years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8916879803391276649?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8916879803391276649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8916879803391276649' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8916879803391276649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8916879803391276649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-6T6l7db3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/V0jQ5FWvoWA/s72-c/Mel+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8398018203499414490</id><published>2008-03-27T19:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:52.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRgl7dbyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/asdtJobvpLM/s1600-h/CIMG0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182606891575766818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRgl7dbyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/asdtJobvpLM/s320/CIMG0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haven't had the baby yet, but I feel SO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fat and tired&lt;/span&gt; and pretty much unmotivated to blog or go to the gym. ( I even included a pic for proof!) Sad, but true. My doctor is back in town so ANY day I could have the baby, I am aiming for Saturday but alas, she will come when she is ready to come.  Although, tomorrow morning I am taking Blue and Black Cohash....has anyone tried this? It's herbal drops recommended from a midwife to induce labor and I've had a couple of friends try it and it worked for them. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRhV7dbzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DMmNXTsqRXI/s1600-h/CIMG0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182606904460668722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRhV7dbzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DMmNXTsqRXI/s320/CIMG0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a really fun and eventful Easter weekend.  We first had an egg hunt and luncheon at Chris's parents house with his whole Andrus extended family.  This is Alex searching for her goods in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRhl7db0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/W32ApEFWDcQ/s1600-h/CIMG0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182606908755636034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRhl7db0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/W32ApEFWDcQ/s320/CIMG0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of her favorite cousins, Kale and Samara, she played non-stop on Saturday and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRiF7db1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/NocTnshIp-o/s1600-h/CIMG0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182606917345570642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRiF7db1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/NocTnshIp-o/s320/CIMG0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We roasted peeps over the fire, a brilliant and yummy idea of Julia's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRiV7db2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/kO1cHOYLWfw/s1600-h/CIMG0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182606921640537954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRiV7db2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/kO1cHOYLWfw/s320/CIMG0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ate 3.  Usually can only stomach 1.  Tells ya how yummy they were roasted.  Oh, but I am pregnant so who really knows if they were yummy or just eaten because they were SUGAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had Easter dinner at our house and had an egg hunt for the kids....I didn't get any pics of my table settings or the kids in their easter dresses or hunting - LAME!  But we had a great time with my family, Chris and I love entertaining and hosting parties.  My parents brought dinner, Lamb and a beef roast, super duper yummy.  In fact, we invited Robyn my SIL and her family, they couldn't get over how good the food was.  I think I take it for granted because I was raised eating gourmet food all the time.  Thanks Mom and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8398018203499414490?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8398018203499414490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8398018203499414490' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8398018203499414490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8398018203499414490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R-xRgl7dbyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/asdtJobvpLM/s72-c/CIMG0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5207094397685355936</id><published>2008-03-17T20:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:53.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Memoirs - What we've been up to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98s_BDZqSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tSEWWgOm354/s1600-h/CIMG0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178907557625440546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98s_BDZqSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tSEWWgOm354/s320/CIMG0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...not much! I have 2 weeks left and my doctor is out of town this week ....so, no "tricks" to progress me along! Dang. I was at the gym this morning and while I was lifting I looked in the mirror and saw the worst puffy pregnancy face ever! Tonight at dinner we were taking pics of our yummy meal (recipe below) and I snapped this "good" pic of me. I know in a month or so I'll look back and realize how distorted my view of myself was, but for now, it's an okay pic of a 8 1/2 month pregnant girl. (sorry no body shot, that is a different matter!) Boy, do I look tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98s_xDZqTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XvOiTV75Be0/s1600-h/CIMG0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178907570510342450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98s_xDZqTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XvOiTV75Be0/s320/CIMG0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my cute husband in his festive green shirt for St. Paddy's Day eating our favorite meal. I made this a couple of weeks ago and we've had it twice a week since. It's super easy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Fettucine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grill chicken breast, cut up and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Broil asparagus (or use broccoli - more popular with kids) with olive oil and S&amp;amp;P for 8 minutes, cut up and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;In large saucepan pour in 1 pint of heavy whipping cream - season with salt and pepper and a handful of shredded parmesan cheese (the more aged, the better). Let cook on medium/high heat for 5-10 minutes. Add chicken and asparagus. Serve over fettucine noodles. We use the spinach kind and also sprinkle more parmesan cheese over top. Very easy, quick and yummy and probably really fattening too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98tARDZqUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wN52sVODwoc/s1600-h/CIMG0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178907579100277058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98tARDZqUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wN52sVODwoc/s320/CIMG0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and kids love it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98tAhDZqVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G0kzFSSgjYU/s1600-h/CIMG0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178907583395244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98tAhDZqVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G0kzFSSgjYU/s320/CIMG0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexandra learned how to blow bubbles this last week, it's so fun to watch her blow them and get so excited about it! She's been saying "crap" today and "dang" the last few days. I am really enjoying these last few days with just her, she brings us SO much joy. Her laugh is so infectious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98tBBDZqWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t3TtbhlF8h8/s1600-h/CIMG0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178907591985178978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98tBBDZqWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t3TtbhlF8h8/s320/CIMG0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves laying in the clean clothes and watching t.v - I let her do it because I think it's cute but I'm sure as time goes on I'll be annoyed by it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night Chris organized a BYU Alumni fireside in our Daybreak Stake " A Temple in our Midst" with Robert J. Matthews. Last year we organized one with Truman G. Madsen, he was busy so we asked Bro. Matthews. I didn't go because I was feeling really pregnant and well, FAT! Anyway, we had a great turn-out and Chris said the message was great. Chris got David Tolk to play the piano which was amazing and he gave Chris a copy if his new CD that hasn't been released yet called "Grace". We listened to it last night, it's so pretty and inspiring. If you haven't heard his stuff, you need to check it out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday night we went out with some friends to dinner, we hired our first babysitter.  We have had family watch Alex until now and we figured we should make the break.  Well, she came at 6:30, Alex went to bed at 7:15 and she watched tv until 10.  We had asked around and figured $3 an hour for one kid but to be safe, we asked her what she charges.  She said $5 for 1 kid or 5 kids, her rate is flat.  Feeling like we paid a little too much we thought we'd ask our Sunday School class yesterday how much they all charge.  Mind you, the sitter we hired the other night is 12 and our class is 14-18.  One girl said she gets paid $5/kid, so for 3 kids she makes $15/hr!  That's more than most people make at their jobs!!  Perhaps I am a little tight, but come one!  There were a couple of girls that said they take what they get.  Hmmm.  Does anyone know the standard?  We are new at paying people to babysit and want the best care for our Alex, but at the same time we have a budget to live by.  Any suggestions???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I ate another bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs, that's 3 and I'm debating whether I should pick up another one tomorrow! I have major groin pain, the baby has dropped and it seems like those little eggs make me forget my pain. I might refrain, it would be so tragic to gain as much weight in the last month as I did my whole pregnancy!! Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-5207094397685355936?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5207094397685355936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5207094397685355936' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5207094397685355936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5207094397685355936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-memoirs-what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='Monday Memoirs - What we&apos;ve been up to....'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R98s_BDZqSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tSEWWgOm354/s72-c/CIMG0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2647029248077687743</id><published>2008-03-13T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:53.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9nxAxDZqRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GlEFH5a4a0g/s1600-h/cadbury-mini-eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177434242108991762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9nxAxDZqRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GlEFH5a4a0g/s320/cadbury-mini-eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy am I glad that these suckers only come out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;once a year&lt;/span&gt; because so far I am on my second bag! And since I am pregers, I think I might consume one more before Easter and not really feel that bad about it. Is anyone else addicted to these? My&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;mouth is watering&lt;/span&gt; for them as I type.  So, now that you know mine, what is yours?&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/7558644190253933789-2647029248077687743?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2647029248077687743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2647029248077687743' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2647029248077687743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2647029248077687743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/addicted.html' title='Favorite'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9nxAxDZqRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GlEFH5a4a0g/s72-c/cadbury-mini-eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4826900395153718225</id><published>2008-03-12T14:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:54.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ally MaGoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9g_uxDZqOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5A5M1HSIzB8/s1600-h/CIMG0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176957844336519394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9g_uxDZqOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5A5M1HSIzB8/s320/CIMG0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have many nicknames for Alexandra, but the one that best describes these pictures is the aforementioned one. She was playing on the stairs the other day and I had a feeling she was going to fall and right then, boom, tumble..tumble! This is the outcome, a carpet burn on her cute little nose. Yesterday we were at the park and this lady asked if Alex was mine, and was saying what a beautiful girl she was and then asked what happened to her nose and said it was a shame! I thought it was funny that she thought it was a shame, don't kids get all sorts of injuries in their growing years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9g_vRDZqPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YnAluFhZ-1I/s1600-h/CIMG0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176957852926454002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9g_vRDZqPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YnAluFhZ-1I/s320/CIMG0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her favorite outfit as of late, she loves shoes (like any girl) but REALLY loves her boots! She also likes to take her pj's off in the morning and hang-out nude - well not quite thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9g_vxDZqQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/du-YuhySzns/s1600-h/CIMG0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176957861516388610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9g_vxDZqQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/du-YuhySzns/s320/CIMG0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She isn't a messy eater usually, but today she went a little crazy with her pudding and then later with her applesauce, flinging it on the floor and walls and of course herself.  I really hope this isn't a trend.  I try to keep my house clean everyday, but I know with #2 coming that some things gotta give. I am kind of anal but I am working on it.&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/7558644190253933789-4826900395153718225?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4826900395153718225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4826900395153718225' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4826900395153718225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4826900395153718225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/ally-magoo.html' title='Ally MaGoo'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9g_uxDZqOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5A5M1HSIzB8/s72-c/CIMG0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1159204956825376633</id><published>2008-03-07T06:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:54.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9FNAhDZqNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/khZYhnFoFus/s1600-h/mel+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175002118093383890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9FNAhDZqNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/khZYhnFoFus/s320/mel+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week I have been super busy cleaning and organizing. I should have taken some before and after pics of closets I organized, but with a new house (10 months) they weren't too bad just a little cluttered and unorganized. I finally hung pictures in our bedroom, which is really sad it took me that long since I help others decorate for a living. I am getting things &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;checked off my list&lt;/span&gt; really fast because I have been non-stop this week. In fact, I should be at the gym right now with my friend but my legs and feet ache from being on them all day every day this week. I went to the mall yesterday to get a new nursing bra, sad to report they didn't come in my size at the store I was at!!! It was frustrating because I really hate my big boobs, but more than that I was really bugged I couldn't check if off my list yesterday! My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;type A&lt;/span&gt; at is finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday at my doctor's appointment he checked me, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1 1/2 60%&lt;/span&gt;, but that doesn't get me excited at all since last time I hung out at a 1 1/2 for a month! But, with all the tips and tricks I got from all my loyal friends and readers, my prediction is that she'll come somewhere between the 21st- 29th. (I really hope I didn't just jinx myself!) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh well&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-1159204956825376633?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1159204956825376633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1159204956825376633' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1159204956825376633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1159204956825376633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/nesting.html' title='Nesting'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R9FNAhDZqNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/khZYhnFoFus/s72-c/mel+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6964910345255581535</id><published>2008-03-02T20:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:54.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Reese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8uClou8R3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZW3ucI0wZr4/s1600-h/CIMG0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173372180066223986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8uClou8R3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZW3ucI0wZr4/s320/CIMG0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Diana had her baby yesterday - 4 weeks early, which is good for her. Her first baby, Bentley, was born 10 1/2 weeks early. So, here are some pics of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty girl&lt;/span&gt;. She weighs 5 lb. 10 oz, 20 inches long and as you can see lots of black hair! I'm excited for her little cousin to be born and to see what she looks like...oh and it would be nice if she would stop kicking my ribs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8uCmIu8R4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/BROs_UKAEq4/s1600-h/CIMG0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173372188656158594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8uCmIu8R4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/BROs_UKAEq4/s320/CIMG0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6964910345255581535?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6964910345255581535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6964910345255581535' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6964910345255581535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6964910345255581535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-reese.html' title='Baby Reese'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8uClou8R3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZW3ucI0wZr4/s72-c/CIMG0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4581772825363721283</id><published>2008-02-28T20:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:55.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8d9VYu8R2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WRdEPTVwFZU/s1600-h/CIMG0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172240503428368226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8d9VYu8R2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WRdEPTVwFZU/s320/CIMG0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexandra's new thing is to push cousin Bentley around in her stroller, with my shoes on, with a purse slung over her shoulder or hung on one of the stroller handles.  She &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thinks she is so big&lt;/span&gt; - she really is growing up fast.  It's bitter sweet to think of her as a big sister, because she is my baby!  Did anyone else feel like that with baby #2 on the way?  Anyway, she walks around the house pretending (with any object) that she's on the phone saying "what?" and then followed by other words and some jibber.  Two days ago I heard her playing with her toys downstairs saying "Are you kidding me?".  I had to laugh.  I say that when I am frustrated or think some person is an idiot on the road and instead of using some euphimism, I say "are you kidding me?".  It is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cutest thing ever&lt;/span&gt; to hear her say it!  I need to get it on video and post it. &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/7558644190253933789-4581772825363721283?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4581772825363721283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4581772825363721283' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4581772825363721283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4581772825363721283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8d9VYu8R2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WRdEPTVwFZU/s72-c/CIMG0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7728441708395073990</id><published>2008-02-25T22:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:55.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MM - Childhood Phases</title><content type='html'>Who out there hasn't had an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"ugly phase"?&lt;/span&gt;  Or the "gawky" years?  Has anyone had a FEW phases?  Oh, don't worry I have and I'm going to show them to you!  Although, I have to do them one phase at a time or otherwise my esteem might take a big hit!  So here's me in 1st grade, cute huh?  Yep, I did start off looking cute and then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-B0q4uI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o5mYNAXUDQE/s1600-h/mel+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171163680257794786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-B0q4uI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o5mYNAXUDQE/s320/mel+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to get a haircut in 4th grade, I told the stupid super cuts girl to cut it in a bob, like Dorothy Hamil's hair.  Well, she gave me this.....and thus began the ugly years!!!  Oh, and I started chunking out for some reason, probably ate too many twinkies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-h0q4vI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qaj5_rGXd1o/s1600-h/mel+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171163688847729394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-h0q4vI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qaj5_rGXd1o/s320/mel+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, I was still looking not-so-cute in 7th grade!  Do you love the chubby cheeks and braces?  Not a good combo for anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-h0q4wI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lXqt3znEo2M/s1600-h/mel+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171163688847729410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-h0q4wI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lXqt3znEo2M/s320/mel+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, then I blossomed and kinda slimmed out and got my braces off and here I am as a Sophmore and I'm sad to report this cute phase only lasted a year!  I'll post Junior Year to post mission next time...you're gonna love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-x0q4xI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GJ4N_MP2tQE/s1600-h/mel+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171163693142696722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-x0q4xI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GJ4N_MP2tQE/s320/mel+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I REALLY hope my kids don't go thru ugly phases, or atleast not multiple ones!  It's tough enough being a kid and then to be teased for your cherubic cheeks, not fun!!  Anyway, post if you dare some.... we'll call them "awkward" pics, it's fun to see the different phases of growing up. &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/7558644190253933789-7728441708395073990?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7728441708395073990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7728441708395073990' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7728441708395073990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7728441708395073990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/mm-childhood-phases.html' title='MM - Childhood Phases'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R8Op-B0q4uI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o5mYNAXUDQE/s72-c/mel+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2873252492852670382</id><published>2008-02-21T19:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:34:55.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Induce or NOT to Induce.....</title><content type='html'>...that is my question! I had my doctor's appointment yesterday, I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 1/2 weeks to go&lt;/span&gt; and he was talking about scheduling an induction. I was induced with Alexandra, and had a really hard labor (throwing up, shakes, pushed 2 1/2 hrs, MAJOR bleeding) and my mom thinks it's from the pitocin. So, I am determined to let nature take it's course this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you is, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;what are some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAFE methods&lt;/span&gt; you may have tried to get things going?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No Castor Oil Please! My friends in my neighborhood have told me a couple of things that I didn't know you could do, one of which is nipple stimulation! (sorry to the men reading this, it's not an erotic thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to be induced, I'm so afraid of bleeding to death and whether it was linked to the pitocin or not, I've told myself it is. I would like to have the baby 7-10 days early(I know, probably in my dreams!), so I need tips soon to get prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2873252492852670382?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2873252492852670382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2873252492852670382' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2873252492852670382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2873252492852670382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-induce-or-not-to-induce.html' title='To Induce or NOT to Induce.....'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3007946294996221055</id><published>2008-02-19T20:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:54:04.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blogging Anniversary to Me!</title><content type='html'>Just now, Chris was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;lurking around&lt;/span&gt; (and leaving comments) on people's blogs he knew from BYU and I asked him to check and see when we &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;first started blogging&lt;/span&gt;.  It was one year from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;  Wow.  Well, it's been so fun to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;stay in touch&lt;/span&gt; with friends and to find lost friends and spy on people I really don't want to stay in touch with, but am curious about their happenings.  I feel I am getting better at blogging, keeping things interesting and really enjoying reading about all my family and friends lives.  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; for all your comments and interest in The Kirkland Clan.  Blogging has become a past time of mine, up there with exercise, shopping, eating, reading and loving my fam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3007946294996221055?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3007946294996221055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3007946294996221055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3007946294996221055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3007946294996221055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-blogging-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Blogging Anniversary to Me!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3272288773822519665</id><published>2008-02-18T12:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:56.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Memoirs - The Single Life!</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;married a little later&lt;/span&gt; in life than most girls from Utah. I was 30 and was done being single and ready to move on with the next chapter of my life. I thoroughly loved the time I was single because I was &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;able to do many things&lt;/span&gt; I might not have been able to do if I got married instead of serving a mission. I lived my single life up and had a great time. I never fretted about being older and single, I told myself I wasn't going to be one of those bitter 30 year old women that have a chip on their shoulder. Instead, I felt like I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;embraced my age&lt;/span&gt;, my marital status and made the best of the opportunities I was given. Here is a list of the top 10 things I did as a single person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Backpacked thru Europe with my girlfriends for 3 weeks. Here's me getting kissed by Mateo, our Italian gondola driver....who I might add, did acost me later on and took me on a "private" ride and really did kiss me - much to my dismay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl3x0q4pI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LFGHXsn7whY/s1600-h/Mel+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168414793814172306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl3x0q4pI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LFGHXsn7whY/s320/Mel+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. I served as "Ma" on Pioneer Trek 4 times and loved each time I was out in the dirt and dust.&lt;br /&gt;3. I volunteered at the Olympics, I was a Flower Girl, I presented flowers to the Long Track Speed skaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl4h0q4qI/AAAAAAAAAUM/G_puoayGlFg/s1600-h/Mel+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168414806699074210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl4h0q4qI/AAAAAAAAAUM/G_puoayGlFg/s320/Mel+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. I went Skydiving in Maryland, a guy I was dating flew me out to DC where he was working and took me skydiving! Such an awesome experience, but I don't know if I'd do it again....especially since now I have a lot to lose. I can't find my action photos of it, I do have a video but here's me thinking I was pretty cool after I jumped and survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl4x0q4rI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E47Dx9C9jLY/s1600-h/Mel+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168414810994041522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl4x0q4rI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E47Dx9C9jLY/s320/Mel+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Went to NYC and DC another time with 2 girlfriends, just to visit my sister and shop. Then went back 2 years later with 2 of my sisters to visit and shop AGAIN! I love New York!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Went to the Sundance Film Festival, got my tire slashed by a local and had a movie star change it. Here I am with Kip Pardue, a.k.a Sunshine from 'Remember the Titans'. What a nice and down to earth actor!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl5B0q4sI/AAAAAAAAAUc/N5vXtSrJzAM/s1600-h/Mel+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168414815289008834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl5B0q4sI/AAAAAAAAAUc/N5vXtSrJzAM/s320/Mel+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Helped organize and execute the 4th of July Brighton Breakfast for...I think 4 or 5 years. Anyway, what a fun tradition it started my family doing each year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Was able to go to many of my friends weddings out of state, including Charlene Goo and Cody Day's in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl5h0q4tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dsNqiNrVo6I/s1600-h/Mel+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168414823878943442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl5h0q4tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dsNqiNrVo6I/s320/Mel+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Hiked Mt. Timpanogos and lost my toenails!! I was wearing shoes that apparently were too small. Ouch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Dated many guys, found out what I wanted in a husband and also what I didn't want, so when I met Chris, I knew pretty much immediately that he was a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3272288773822519665?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3272288773822519665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3272288773822519665' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3272288773822519665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3272288773822519665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-memoirs-single-life.html' title='Monday Memoirs - The Single Life!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7nl3x0q4pI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LFGHXsn7whY/s72-c/Mel+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6885417581523269650</id><published>2008-02-14T07:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:57.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>So, Chris here. I don't really post much on our blog. I tried to do this last night, but Mel just would not go to bed! So I slept on the couch to be sure I could get up without her noticing and finish. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166841581653385810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7RPCx0q4lI/AAAAAAAAATk/e30lAsK4ICk/s320/Mel+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Valentines!&lt;/span&gt; I just wanted Mel to know how much I love her! She makes our family so wonderful, and she makes our home and lives peaceful, loving, organized, and fresh. Melanie is always willing to help someone and give to someone if she can. I love that she has a strong desire to bless others. She makes dinner for new moms in the ward, watches people's kids, helps her family members, serves faithfully in church, remembers her friends, and loves entertaining. She's the perfect wife. I ran into her old stake president the other day, and he reminded me I was the luckiest guy in the world. That's what people think of Mel. I just love her so much, and appreciate everything she is and does. Happy Valentines Babe! Here are some of my favorite pics of Mel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166844824353694306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7RR_h0q4mI/AAAAAAAAATs/O9hhG5V4lTw/s320/Mel+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Librarian Mel. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166845103526568562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7RSPx0q4nI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gWx6qN8rTjs/s320/Mel+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Summer Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166845485778657922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7RSmB0q4oI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Qr_34OK3tss/s320/Mel+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Runway Mel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6885417581523269650?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6885417581523269650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6885417581523269650' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6885417581523269650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6885417581523269650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7RPCx0q4lI/AAAAAAAAATk/e30lAsK4ICk/s72-c/Mel+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8521467077878759776</id><published>2008-02-13T11:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:58.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7M16B0q4kI/AAAAAAAAATc/IbuHEHBJ_Ko/s1600-h/CIMG0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166532468562125378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7M16B0q4kI/AAAAAAAAATc/IbuHEHBJ_Ko/s320/CIMG0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this picture.  If any of you know Alex, she &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;doesn't cuddle&lt;/span&gt; nor does she fall asleep on anyone, except her daddy.  Lately, she's been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;calling him&lt;/span&gt; "Cwris" or "Hun"....it makes me laugh.  She'll yell down the stairs for him or yell for him around the house, obviously imitating me.  But when she sees him, it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Daddy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8521467077878759776?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8521467077878759776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8521467077878759776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8521467077878759776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8521467077878759776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s little girl'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7M16B0q4kI/AAAAAAAAATc/IbuHEHBJ_Ko/s72-c/CIMG0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4769514359718665450</id><published>2008-02-11T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:27:59.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Memoirs - The S.E.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7ERfB0q4fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KHJp4GcsRzM/s1600-h/scotland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165929472333636082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7ERfB0q4fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KHJp4GcsRzM/s320/scotland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought that I would share &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my mission&lt;/span&gt; with you, I served in the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Scotland Edinburgh Mission&lt;/span&gt; from 1996-1998. I know back in November I shared a little bit about my life before I left and the events that led up to it. To re-cap, I called off a wedding 10 days before because, well &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I knew in my heart&lt;/span&gt; that I wasn't making the right decision for me at that time in my life. I had always wanted to serve a mission and had turned my papers in - well, I had made it to my Stake President's office and told him I was in love. So his counsel to me was to wait and see what happens....and I got engaged. Well, with all the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;courage I could muster&lt;/span&gt; and of course the Lord directing me, I called it off and was in the MTC 3 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call to my bishop a few days after I had cancelled the big day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Bishop, it's Mel, I need another set of mission papers, I've decided I'm going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop: " Well, you might want to call President Hanson, I think he saved them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my interview with Pres. Hanson he told me that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he knew I'd go&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; he just couldn't intervene. Man, are they inspired or what! Anyway, within 10 days I had my call and I'm ashamed to admit, I thought it wasn't inspired because I really wanted to go some place warm and speak another language. Silly, I know! I learned shortly after I arrived in Scotland that I was &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;supposed to be there.&lt;/span&gt; My trainer ended up being my 3rd cousin, our grandma's are 1st cousins. Our great great grandparents John and Ingaboirg Johnson were some of the first pioneers from Iceland to come over to Utah. We are kindred spirits and are still really close and loved serving together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7ERfB0q4gI/AAAAAAAAATA/xAfhgLcEgaU/s1600-h/scotland+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165929472333636098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7ERfB0q4gI/AAAAAAAAATA/xAfhgLcEgaU/s320/scotland+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have scrapbooked my pics with Regan and can't find my binder....so, this is a picture in our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; Mission Home with Sisters Peterson, Barney, me and D'Addeo.  We call this a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;generation photie&lt;/span&gt;, yes a photie, that's what they call them in Scotland. Sister Barney (my 1st greenie) trained Sister Peterson at the same time I trained D'Addeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7ERfR0q4hI/AAAAAAAAATI/9DVsfhrUafw/s1600-h/scotland+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165929476628603410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7ERfR0q4hI/AAAAAAAAATI/9DVsfhrUafw/s320/scotland+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first people I Golden Questioned on the street.... and ended up being the most lovely people, Denise got baptized about 3 years after I got home and George never joined - last I heard. They had been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;taught the discussions&lt;/span&gt; 30 years before by an Elder Stephen Spiers....I looked him up when I got home. I sent a letter to him thru Church Headquaters, he was stationed over in Germany when he received my letter. He was SO amazed that the Brett's remembered him and in fact, he is the one that &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;baptized Denise&lt;/span&gt; some 30+ years after he taught her. Talk about sowing some good seeds. I was so happy I could be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;instrumental &lt;/span&gt;in her conversion. I loved my mission and served with some wonderful people that I love and adore and taught many people that I saw accept the gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-4769514359718665450?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4769514359718665450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4769514359718665450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4769514359718665450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4769514359718665450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-memoirs-sem.html' title='Monday Memoirs - The S.E.M'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R7ERfB0q4fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KHJp4GcsRzM/s72-c/scotland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4879352110846071764</id><published>2008-02-09T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:00.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;while I was blogging&lt;/span&gt;, well, reading all your blogs I realized that Alex had left the office with&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had given her to draw with. It was only about 3 minutes, but really, 3 minutes is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;an eternity to a toddler&lt;/span&gt;. I walked into the family room to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vuh0q4bI/AAAAAAAAASY/_5XwziU9Zis/s1600-h/CIMG0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165188667784487346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vuh0q4bI/AAAAAAAAASY/_5XwziU9Zis/s320/CIMG0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vwx0q4cI/AAAAAAAAASg/YpaJ3TJB6zk/s1600-h/CIMG0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165188706439193026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vwx0q4cI/AAAAAAAAASg/YpaJ3TJB6zk/s320/CIMG0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vxh0q4dI/AAAAAAAAASo/hfv5X0dSOHA/s1600-h/CIMG0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165188719324094930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vxh0q4dI/AAAAAAAAASo/hfv5X0dSOHA/s320/CIMG0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I realize the damage is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;pretty minimal&lt;/span&gt; considering all the time she had, but this was the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd time this week&lt;/span&gt; she had drawn on the sofa!!! The ironic thing is that last Saturday Chris and I were telling my mom how Alex &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;isn't a&lt;/span&gt; destructive kid.&lt;/span&gt;  I hope we didn't speak too soon!   Thank goodness for micro-suede and Fels Napeth soap!  She did however get one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vxx0q4eI/AAAAAAAAASw/5WQW-HcDGTc/s1600-h/CIMG0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165188723619062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vxx0q4eI/AAAAAAAAASw/5WQW-HcDGTc/s320/CIMG0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Little Stinker!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-4879352110846071764?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4879352110846071764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4879352110846071764' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4879352110846071764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4879352110846071764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/distracted.html' title='Distracted'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R65vuh0q4bI/AAAAAAAAASY/_5XwziU9Zis/s72-c/CIMG0350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4605904892740066261</id><published>2008-02-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:02.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jo Jo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6x28-oKH1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8AsU2SFG1Q0/s1600-h/Jo+the+Swinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164633662662778706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6x28-oKH1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8AsU2SFG1Q0/s320/Jo+the+Swinger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;my sister Joanna&lt;/span&gt;, today is her birthday and she's 28!! Oh and she's my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SKINNY&lt;/span&gt; sister!!&lt;br /&gt;She's been living in AZ for the last 3 years, she moved home last summer and lived with Chris and I for a few months, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;we loved having her around&lt;/span&gt;. Alex still yells down the stairs "Jo Jo". I tell her repeatedly that Aunt Jo Jo lives with Grandpa now. She loves her. She's single, so if you know of any GOOD, cute and normal guys, please feel free &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;to set her up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6x29OoKH2I/AAAAAAAAARE/TCy5i_4o-6g/s1600-h/Jo+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164633666957746018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6x29OoKH2I/AAAAAAAAARE/TCy5i_4o-6g/s320/Jo+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this picture, I think she was 2 or 3....You go girl, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eat that cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6x29eoKH3I/AAAAAAAAARM/QDClvUEOrFk/s1600-h/Gettysburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164633671252713330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6x29eoKH3I/AAAAAAAAARM/QDClvUEOrFk/s320/Gettysburg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was dating a guy back in 2002, he was working in DC and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;flew Jo and I out to play.&lt;/span&gt; This was taken at Gettysburg, we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;fun together&lt;/span&gt; - even though she was 3rd wheel, it didn't seem like it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joanna is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fantastic Esthetician&lt;/span&gt;, she works at Tranquility Day Spa in the Olympus Hills Mall 801.272.8188, last month she gave me a pedicure for my b-day...&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I was in heaven&lt;/span&gt;. She does waxings, pedi's and mani's, facials and laser treatments. If you are looking for some services, you will love her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo, thanks for being such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;great sister&lt;/span&gt;, always loyal and supportive and understanding. You're beautiful inside and out! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-4605904892740066261?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4605904892740066261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4605904892740066261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4605904892740066261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4605904892740066261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-jo-jo.html' title='Happy Birthday Jo Jo!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6x28-oKH1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8AsU2SFG1Q0/s72-c/Jo+the+Swinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1793415352071350977</id><published>2008-02-07T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:02.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6vMAOoKH0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1hfnlM467F0/s1600-h/ursula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164445702009003842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6vMAOoKH0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1hfnlM467F0/s400/ursula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woke-up&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'The Little Mermaid'&lt;/span&gt; re-playing in my head....probably because for the last 4 days &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've watched it 15 times!&lt;/span&gt; Alex is at that age where they are obsessed with a movie and have to watch it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the time! Ugghh!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday while I was surfing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;other peoples blogs&lt;/span&gt;, I came across a girl who on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;every post&lt;/span&gt; had anywhere from &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;20-30+ comments!&lt;/span&gt; I commented to her how impressed I was with her loyal blogging friends, she replied that she posts &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; and also makes &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ALOT &lt;/span&gt;of comments on other people's blogs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To the point now.&lt;/span&gt; Do you remember when Ursula tells Ariel it's rude to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lurk in doorways??&lt;/span&gt; Well, it's the same with lurking on people's blogs and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;leaving a comment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Return the favor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-1793415352071350977?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1793415352071350977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1793415352071350977' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1793415352071350977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1793415352071350977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/point.html' title='The Point'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6vMAOoKH0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1hfnlM467F0/s72-c/ursula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6263803689581686013</id><published>2008-02-06T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:02.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartsick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6qCdOoKHyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7YBJ9GAlOE8/s1600-h/CIMG0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164083361388044066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6qCdOoKHyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7YBJ9GAlOE8/s320/CIMG0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was SUCH a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;disappointment.&lt;/span&gt; For all you political peeps, I too was glued to the t.v waiting for &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mitt&lt;/span&gt; to win more states. I was at the gym for part of the night when they announced he won North Dakota and Minnesota....I started &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feeling optimistic.&lt;/span&gt; My dear friend Marisa and I were talking about what an idiot Huckabee is, (sorry to those who like him&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt; I really feel that people can't look past the Mormon thing, which is really sad. And for Huckabee to be SO against Mitt - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;people of faith should unite!&lt;/span&gt; Shame on Mike! He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. McCain will probably end up losing to Hillary and the thought of her in the White House pains my soul. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are people stupid??&lt;/span&gt; She is NOT capable of running this country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There might be some good news, hopefully in 4 years Romney will run and voters will realize that &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;he really can save us&lt;/span&gt; from an economic downturn, the illegal immigrant problem, socialized medicine and increased TAXES!!! I hope I haven't offended anyone - thanks for hearing me rant on about things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6263803689581686013?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6263803689581686013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6263803689581686013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6263803689581686013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6263803689581686013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-night-was-such-disappointment.html' title='Heartsick'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6qCdOoKHyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7YBJ9GAlOE8/s72-c/CIMG0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2220472688310689469</id><published>2008-02-05T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:26:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogapalooza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Can anyone&lt;/span&gt; tell me what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Blogapalooza&lt;/span&gt; is? I know it's in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt; but&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;how do I sign up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I looked online but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;couldn't find&lt;/span&gt; exact info on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;  It's on MAY 1st down at &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; during Women's Conference....with a newborn and perhaps a donut to sit on, I might have to pass this year, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2220472688310689469?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2220472688310689469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2220472688310689469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2220472688310689469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2220472688310689469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogapalooza.html' title='Blogapalooza'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8485404759700010567</id><published>2008-02-04T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:13:31.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinckley Challenge</title><content type='html'>My friend Kelly sent this to me last weekend and I wanted to do it but with baby here in less than two months &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wasn't sure I'd finish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Then I saw my friend Kara's blog and she has a tracker to show everyone her progress or how I look at it,  way to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;keep me on the ball!&lt;/span&gt;  So, I'm in.  For those of you who don't know what it is click here: &lt;a href="http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/"&gt;http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8485404759700010567?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8485404759700010567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8485404759700010567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8485404759700010567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8485404759700010567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/hinckley-challenge.html' title='Hinckley Challenge'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2900732716560522783</id><published>2008-02-04T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:03.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Memoirs - Our Beginning</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new thing&lt;/span&gt; to document our past and to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;keep things interesting&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kirkland blog.&lt;/span&gt; I thought I'd start with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;how we met&lt;/span&gt; and our wedding - seems like a good place to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163307776193732290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBEOoKHsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/364KKM8svYE/s320/engaged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I met in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;July 2004&lt;/span&gt; at my singles ward &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Moab &lt;/span&gt;trip that I was in charge of. He called me on the phone the morning we were leaving to see if he could still come. He was transitioning from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DC to California&lt;/span&gt; and was staying with his parents for a month. He had some friends in my ward that invited him to Moab. I thought he sounded &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and told him to come introduce himself to me in the parking lot - which he did and my notions were confirmed. Well, we didn't hang out much in Moab but after the trip he started coming to our ward and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sitting on my row at church.&lt;/span&gt; Then we started hanging out on the weekends party hopping. About mid Sept we went to the temple with our ward and I thought he mouthed something in the temple to me about how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;he wanted me!&lt;/span&gt; I know, I was thinking not the place to confess these things, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but hey I'll take it&lt;/span&gt;. Because at this point I had a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;major crush&lt;/span&gt; on him and he NEVER flirted with me so I didn't think he was interested at all. Well, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;it was a misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt; - he never said anything like that. He got it out of me afterwards and just gave me a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;courtesy hug&lt;/span&gt; - man did I feel &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;stupid!&lt;/span&gt; About two weeks later &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;we kissed&lt;/span&gt; and about 3 weeks after that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we knew we wanted to get married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBEeoKHtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gTZ4c6tvomw/s1600-h/engaged2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163307780488699602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBEeoKHtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gTZ4c6tvomw/s320/engaged2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;engaged&lt;/span&gt; at Thanksgiving and were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;married on March 25, 2005.&lt;/span&gt; President Boyd K. Packer married us, he is my in-laws next door neighbor. Our reception was at a stake center near my house, we hung &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;100's of lights&lt;/span&gt; and really transformed it into something beautiful. We served dinner and had a band for dancing, Chris and I took lessons for our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;first dance.&lt;/span&gt; It was &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBE-oKHuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oR5E0Kc8gwM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163307789078634210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBE-oKHuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oR5E0Kc8gwM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day at 5am, we left for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mexico on our honeymoon.&lt;/span&gt; What sweet memories it all was! Last night &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I dreamt about Chris&lt;/span&gt; and when we first met, I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so lucky&lt;/span&gt; to have found him, we have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and really have so much fun together. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He makes me laugh so hard!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBE-oKHvI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zMTWA1pd5ds/s1600-h/mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163307789078634226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBE-oKHvI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zMTWA1pd5ds/s320/mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt; Christopher and each day &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm SO grateful&lt;/span&gt; I found you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2900732716560522783?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2900732716560522783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2900732716560522783' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2900732716560522783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2900732716560522783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-memoirs-our-beginning.html' title='Monday Memoirs - Our Beginning'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R6fBEOoKHsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/364KKM8svYE/s72-c/engaged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2502141061751987968</id><published>2008-01-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:32:32.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click links to feel good!</title><content type='html'>A couple of inspiring tributes to Pres. Hinckley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7433508959787481703&amp;amp;pr=goog-sl"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7433508959787481703&amp;amp;pr=goog-sl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjrDs_DaocA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjrDs_DaocA&lt;/a&gt;   Glenn Beck's comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-2502141061751987968?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2502141061751987968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2502141061751987968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2502141061751987968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2502141061751987968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/click-links-to-feel-good.html' title='Click links to feel good!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-5430702976400328967</id><published>2008-01-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:05.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_gzOoKHmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DRrE2XAh7fU/s1600-h/CIMG0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161090868694359650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_gzOoKHmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DRrE2XAh7fU/s320/CIMG0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend we drove down to Las Vegas for Chris' cousins baby blessing.  His whole family went down, Monty put us all up in the Marriott and we had so much fruin being together with everyone and staying up late playing games.  Ryan and Brittney had planned the entire weekend with fun stuff.  Breakfast Sat morning at their house and then off to the Springs Museum (like Thanksgiving Point, but Vegas style) where we let the kids play and then ate lunch.  After the museum, Julia took all us girls to the mall and let us shop, on her dime AGAIN!!  That night Ryan and Brittney planned a big dinner party, Chinese themed, at their house.  They really did such a great job in hosting the weeekend for everyone.  I didn't get a picture of baby Aspen or them - but she looked like an angel at her blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_gzuoKHnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Kc412Jnvwqw/s1600-h/CIMG0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161090877284294258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_gzuoKHnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Kc412Jnvwqw/s320/CIMG0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason Alex sort of favors her grandpas over her grandmas - this is her just going up to Monty to sit on his lap at lunch.  If any of you know Alex, she's not that kind of kid so I had to get a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_g0eoKHoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wqnCJQM8pCM/s1600-h/CIMG0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161090890169196162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_g0eoKHoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wqnCJQM8pCM/s320/CIMG0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, we had to get another picture of the passionate kisser!  So precious!!&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/7558644190253933789-5430702976400328967?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5430702976400328967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=5430702976400328967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5430702976400328967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/5430702976400328967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_gzOoKHmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DRrE2XAh7fU/s72-c/CIMG0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3928239450537090662</id><published>2008-01-29T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:06.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eKeoKHiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SHd4VWjuPGw/s1600-h/CIMG0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161087969591434786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eKeoKHiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SHd4VWjuPGw/s320/CIMG0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eLeoKHjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-wdewKvBazk/s1600-h/CIMG0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161087986771303986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eLeoKHjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-wdewKvBazk/s320/CIMG0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and us at the Springs Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eMeoKHkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7mVqo5f6ilg/s1600-h/CIMG0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161088003951173186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eMeoKHkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7mVqo5f6ilg/s320/CIMG0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and cousin Abby on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eM-oKHlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oHLvx77fzFk/s1600-h/CIMG0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161088012541107794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eM-oKHlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oHLvx77fzFk/s320/CIMG0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex waiting for cousin Cyrus to get down so she could chase him or attack him.  I nicknamed her the "new Maggie".  Ryan and Brittney have a pug dog that is so hyper, she jumps up on everything and everyone - she bugs the kids.  Alex was sort of like that with her boy cousins - she didn't know when to leave them alone or to not push them or bonk them on the head (ie. sacrament meeting).  I don't know why she gravitates to boys, I hope she grows out of it! &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/7558644190253933789-3928239450537090662?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3928239450537090662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3928239450537090662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3928239450537090662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3928239450537090662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-trip-continued.html' title='Road Trip continued'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5_eKeoKHiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SHd4VWjuPGw/s72-c/CIMG0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8357613940368644091</id><published>2008-01-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:06.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R56hbeoKHgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lyDQmpbKNpc/s1600-h/hinckleys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160739716463205890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R56hbeoKHgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lyDQmpbKNpc/s320/hinckleys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I heard the news last night of Pres. Hinckley passing away - of course I felt a little bit of shock, he seemed invincible.  But then Chris and I started talking about the wonderful reunion he had on the other side.  First with his sweet wife, Marjorie, and then with all the people he knew, his parents his siblings and other family members and friends and other church leaders he served with.  Also, with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ and all the great prophets of old and in the latter days.  Then, think of ALL the people that knew and loved him that he didn't know personally.  Wow, what a welcome!  I loved him so much, his personality and charm were so endearing - he's one of a kind and will sadly be missed!  Click on the link below to view some highlights of his serevice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/media/mediaplayer.swf?media=http://broadcast.lds.org/newsroom/video/flv/GBH/GBH.flv&amp;amp;type=FLV"&gt;http://www.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/media/mediaplayer.swf?media=http://broadcast.lds.org/newsroom/video/flv/GBH/GBH.flv&amp;amp;type=FLV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8357613940368644091?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8357613940368644091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8357613940368644091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8357613940368644091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8357613940368644091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-reunion.html' title='Sweet Reunion'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R56hbeoKHgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lyDQmpbKNpc/s72-c/hinckleys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1356055413157941409</id><published>2008-01-24T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:07.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much T.V?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5jKQuoKHeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cdHF9g6tBu4/s1600-h/CIMG0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159095761896087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5jKQuoKHeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cdHF9g6tBu4/s320/CIMG0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a mad passionate kisser on our hands!  Last night while I getting Alex ready for bed, she says "kiss" and grabs my face and open mouth kisses me for quite a while and giggles.  This morning, she did the same thing to daddy.  I told Chris we watched 'Something's Gotta Give' and perhaps she saw too much of the kissing scene.  He said when she starts cutting your shirt off, No More T.V!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5jKQ-oKHfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aHHTps1ZHX4/s1600-h/CIMG0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159095766191054322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5jKQ-oKHfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aHHTps1ZHX4/s320/CIMG0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday morning while making breakfast, I looked over and saw this!!  Chris plays X Box at night while she is sleeping - how do they know??  Notice the cell phone in her hand, she is obsessed with our phones.  Basically anything Chris and I do, she wants to also do or play with.  Do they all grow up SO fast?  How much is too much t.v?  She loves Little Einsteins and Baby Einstein - just out grew the Wiggles over the last 2 weeks, kinda glad about that.  We do read alot of books and she plays with her pink kitchen, but there are times I need a break and want her to zone out in front of the t.v.  Is that bad?  Does anyone else do the same thing?  Do I need some t.v intervention??&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/7558644190253933789-1356055413157941409?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1356055413157941409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1356055413157941409' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1356055413157941409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1356055413157941409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-much-tv.html' title='Too much T.V?'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5jKQuoKHeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cdHF9g6tBu4/s72-c/CIMG0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2578838769889482412</id><published>2008-01-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:07.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5UvMsvKGPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WLu6zHv0UU0/s1600-h/CIMG0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158080843436660978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5UvMsvKGPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WLu6zHv0UU0/s200/CIMG0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I often tease Chris about being the #1 Cougar fan around.  I grew-up Blue and love BYU and in fact Chris and I were the BYU Alumni chapter chairs for the last 3 years and still serve on the Wasatch Front committee for Alums.  Anyway, my dad bought this coat probably 20 years ago and when Chris and I were dating my mom was cleaning out closets and ALMOST donated this beauty to the D.I.  Well Chris wouldn't have it and asked if he could be the keeper of it instead.  This was him out shoveling snow today - in all his glory - with the coat that yells "I'm proud to be a Zoobie!"&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/7558644190253933789-2578838769889482412?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2578838769889482412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2578838769889482412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2578838769889482412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2578838769889482412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5UvMsvKGPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WLu6zHv0UU0/s72-c/CIMG0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-6864127033658429159</id><published>2008-01-19T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5K8CMvKGOI/AAAAAAAAANw/t73bdh5URhg/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157391269257418978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5K8CMvKGOI/AAAAAAAAANw/t73bdh5URhg/s200/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet mother-in-law Julia took me, Alex and my SIL Robyn and her litttle girl Samara to Nordstrom today. She had bought us the new knitted UGG's but said we could return them for something else. If it was November, I'd have kept them, but with spring around the corner I figured I'd get some spring/summer shoes. I got the cuties pictured above and also a wedge sandal that they are shipping to my house. So excited!  Then we went upstairs and bought the girls stuff too - Alex got the cutest Easter dress and another outfit. Needless to say, we spent WAY more than what the UGG's cost. She then took us to lunch at the Cafe and then to get some chocolate covered strawberries. It was one of the BEST days I've had in a while. Chris has been out of town for 2 weeks and will get back tomorrow, so I needed someone to take his place and pamper me. Julia is such a generous and kind person. She kept thanking us for spending the day with her - um, yeah anytime! I'm the one that had a fabulous time, so thank you Jules, I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5K5bcvKGMI/AAAAAAAAANg/xRsr9wecKFg/s1600-h/CIMG0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157388404514232514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5K5bcvKGMI/AAAAAAAAANg/xRsr9wecKFg/s200/CIMG0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex raiding the shoe department - they start WAY too young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5K5dcvKGNI/AAAAAAAAANo/FHyk-DmEOno/s1600-h/CIMG0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157388438873970898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5K5dcvKGNI/AAAAAAAAANo/FHyk-DmEOno/s200/CIMG0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and cousin Samara having a great day of shopping, I love the smiles exchanged between the two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-6864127033658429159?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6864127033658429159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=6864127033658429159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6864127033658429159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/6864127033658429159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R5K8CMvKGOI/AAAAAAAAANw/t73bdh5URhg/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-1292707681649140351</id><published>2008-01-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R49988vKGLI/AAAAAAAAANY/3-ilWOxqJoU/s1600-h/CIMG0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156478584412051634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R49988vKGLI/AAAAAAAAANY/3-ilWOxqJoU/s200/CIMG0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I love that I can post a question and get some great advice pretty quickly. As you can see, I got a new blog lay-out - thanks Becca! Pyzam was EASY!! I just didn't have to energy to read through the blog instructions Kari gave me, but thanks anyway Kari! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I didn't give Alexandra a bottle and guess what? No crying, no asking and she slept thru the night! I was fretting for no reason, it was SO easy!! I know now that with the next baby it's something I just have to do and not feel bad about. Motherhood is SO easy at times! ;) I feel a little more ready for the baby to come, now comes the sleeping situation and I've gotten some great advice that I need to think about and consult Chris. So, thank you , thank you, thanks you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-1292707681649140351?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1292707681649140351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=1292707681649140351' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1292707681649140351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/1292707681649140351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R49988vKGLI/AAAAAAAAANY/3-ilWOxqJoU/s72-c/CIMG0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-2089102391555135187</id><published>2008-01-15T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:08.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R41OasvKGJI/AAAAAAAAANI/5zKtJ23PilM/s1600-h/CIMG0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155863369001605266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R41OasvKGJI/AAAAAAAAANI/5zKtJ23PilM/s200/CIMG0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I was driving home from my friend Karen's house and I hear this lamenting from the back seat (all you mom's know what I am talking about).  It's the kind of whining that gets a little irritating after a while.  Well, I turned around and saw this!  Is it time to take a "good" thing away?  She is 20 months old, I am having a baby in 10 weeks and I feel I need to atleast ween her off of her nightly bottle, the binky and get her into a bed and out of the crib.  Any suggestions with timing?  Any tips that made it easier for you to do the dirty deeds?  Am I a whimp?  I've gotten so used to these things that soothe my baby - I know I need to make the break.  Help!&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/7558644190253933789-2089102391555135187?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2089102391555135187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=2089102391555135187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2089102391555135187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/2089102391555135187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='Too much of a good thing!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R41OasvKGJI/AAAAAAAAANI/5zKtJ23PilM/s72-c/CIMG0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4967588324163192875</id><published>2008-01-12T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:12:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirkland Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/28/63/81/286381_05694175d99874kp6vg985.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php"&gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/family-tree-builder.php"&gt;Pedigree charts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDAyMDExMTk5MDUmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-4967588324163192875?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4967588324163192875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4967588324163192875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4967588324163192875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4967588324163192875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/kirkland-look-alike-meter.html' title='Kirkland Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8234024618379924494</id><published>2008-01-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:59:36.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical help!</title><content type='html'>I 've been wanting to jazz up our blog for a while now and my cousins wife Kari has a very cute and creative blog. She told me at Christmas that is was easy and sort of instructed me how to do it. Well, the other night I spent about 2 hours looking for the html code and then just websites where you can get free cute backgrounds, but to no avail. Does anyone have easy tips for the technically challenged? As you can see, my blog NEEDs your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8234024618379924494?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8234024618379924494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8234024618379924494' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8234024618379924494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8234024618379924494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/technical-help.html' title='Technical help!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-573308925109171543</id><published>2008-01-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:09.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Re-Cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8ccvKGEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O24gLusewNQ/s1600-h/CIMG0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152114064415660098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8ccvKGEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O24gLusewNQ/s200/CIMG0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex with her Kirkland girl cousins, all dressed up in their pretty dresses.  What a cheeser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8c8vKGFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_zbURBrGkSk/s1600-h/CIMG0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152114073005594706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8c8vKGFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_zbURBrGkSk/s200/CIMG0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Elder (Zach) Thomas serving in my in-laws stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8dMvKGGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TUINmcjrlb0/s1600-h/CIMG0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152114077300562018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8dMvKGGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TUINmcjrlb0/s200/CIMG0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex took over Olivia's High School Musical microphone and started rocking out, it was hilarious and so precious - where did she learn that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8dcvKGHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2cYdqm0BFD4/s1600-h/CIMG0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152114081595529330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8dcvKGHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2cYdqm0BFD4/s200/CIMG0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Alex on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8ecvKGII/AAAAAAAAANA/M1H_93QnRxQ/s1600-h/CIMG0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152114098775398530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8ecvKGII/AAAAAAAAANA/M1H_93QnRxQ/s200/CIMG0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged, kudos to all that kept it up during the holidays...I love looking at all your posts and pictures. We had one party after another (that explains the weight gain), it was so nice to be with everyone and have no drama, especially since I am pregnant and I'm way more sensitive and easily offended! It was just so pleasant to be with family and friends, they are so good to us. Alexandra got a pink kitchen from her grandma and grandpa and loves pretending all day. It has got her more interested in I am doing in the kitchen, she pulls a chair up to the counter when I am cooking to help and taste test. Two days ago she was observing me making cinnamon rolls and after I creamed the butter and sugar, she took her little finger to the beaters and had a taste and kept saying "nummy nums". She seems so grown-up some days and I look forward to it with the new baby coming, but at the same time she is still my baby and I am sad about that. I'm sure it will go away when her little sister comes and I will need her to help me with things or just be more self sufficient. Anyway, this was supposed to be a Christmas recap and not a lamenting about my baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We slept over at Chris's parents house two days before Christmas with all his siblings and kids, Alex had fun with her older boy cousins, chasing them around and pushing them. This sounds worrisome, but she gravitates to older boys! We went to church at his parents ward to hear Pres Packer speak and we ran into my cousin Zach serving in Cottonwood Heights...he's from Canada. He seemed so mature, just after 6 months of being out. Then we went over to my sister Tami's house and had a blast with all the kids in the morning as they saw what Santa brought them. It was nice to come home Christmas day to our own house and take a LONG nap. We love sleeping over at our family's houses and even though at times it seems hectic, it's nice to be with everyone and witness our neices and nephews excitement about Santa Claus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-573308925109171543?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/573308925109171543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=573308925109171543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/573308925109171543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/573308925109171543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-re-cap.html' title='Christmas Re-Cap'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R3_8ccvKGEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O24gLusewNQ/s72-c/CIMG0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-3874071205212302430</id><published>2007-12-10T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:10.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Goodness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R14SxcobEmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rgP5_Bnw3Xs/s1600-h/CIMG0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142568465212314210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R14SxcobEmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rgP5_Bnw3Xs/s320/CIMG0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made these Oh so yummy ginger snaps last Thursday - it made 6 DOZEN!!  I froze about 2 dozen and gave 1 dozen away...so that left us with 3 dozen.  Well, I think I've eaten 2 dozen just by myself (we took the frozen ones out to entertain friends Sat night - bad idea!)  Igained 3 lbs since Friday - and I'm not happy one bit.  I've been able to maintain my weight thus far into my pregnancy, but it's pretty easy when you start 20 lbs overweight!  Well anyway, enough of my sad story - here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Snaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups butter&lt;br /&gt;2 cups brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 cups flour - gluten free flour works great too (that's what I used)&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream butter and brown sugar. Add eggs and mollasses, mix well. Add dry ingredients. Roll into balls and roll in sugar.  Bake on ungreased cookie sheets at 375 for 10-12 minuntes - I did 9 minutes.  Once cooled, dip one half into melted white chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-3874071205212302430?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3874071205212302430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=3874071205212302430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3874071205212302430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/3874071205212302430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2007/12/yummy-goodness.html' title='Yummy Goodness!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R14SxcobEmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rgP5_Bnw3Xs/s72-c/CIMG0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-58116875280633854</id><published>2007-12-08T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:11.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbhsobEiI/AAAAAAAAALo/sGfWogkSJVY/s1600-h/CIMG0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141663296559714850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbhsobEiI/AAAAAAAAALo/sGfWogkSJVY/s320/CIMG0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made our first snowman or snowoman today, it's probably been 15 years or more since I've done that.  It's been snowing since last night, everything looks so beautiful and white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbiMobEjI/AAAAAAAAALw/YtjAivLtlRg/s1600-h/CIMG0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141663305149649458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbiMobEjI/AAAAAAAAALw/YtjAivLtlRg/s320/CIMG0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex wasn't too sure about the snow or the cold, I brought her outside to help Daddy shovel and she headed right back for the door.  She was freaking out when we put her gloves on - I don't know what she thought we were doing.  She finally warmed up to the idea when Chris showed her that she could eat the snow - she loves ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbisobEkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nwh-7zfVsNE/s1600-h/CIMG0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141663313739584066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbisobEkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nwh-7zfVsNE/s320/CIMG0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's (pretend) helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbjcobElI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Vmn8iAhhb4/s1600-h/CIMG0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141663326624485970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbjcobElI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Vmn8iAhhb4/s320/CIMG0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow Bunny!&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/7558644190253933789-58116875280633854?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/58116875280633854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=58116875280633854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/58116875280633854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/58116875280633854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-princess.html' title='Snow Princess'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1rbhsobEiI/AAAAAAAAALo/sGfWogkSJVY/s72-c/CIMG0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-4259879161346804014</id><published>2007-12-05T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great S.E.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1ec-8obEhI/AAAAAAAAALA/ALsVK-QvrNE/s1600-h/sem+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140750104908206610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1ec-8obEhI/AAAAAAAAALA/ALsVK-QvrNE/s320/sem+reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was just posted on my mission website (clydera.com) from our reunion in October- I served in the Scotland Edinburgh Mission.  I loved my mission for so many reasons - the things I learned about myself, my testimony, faith and my ability to lead, the people I met, loved, taught and helped convert.  I had the best companions and leaders that I served with.  My mission president is like a father to me, he's even close with Chris.  For those of you that didn't know me 10 years ago, I called off my wedding 10 days before I was to be married to a great guy but just knew in my heart that is wasn't the right thing for me.  Two months later I was in the MTC on my to Scotland.  I look back on the courage I had to do that and the 7 years after my mission before I met Chris and all the experiences I've had, the people I've met and I'm SO grateful for all the blessings I've received because of that decision (a huge one).  I followed my heart and most of all the Spirit - i have no regrets!  For those people that might be in a predicament - my advice to you is to have courage and trust yourself to do the right thing, even if it might seem hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-4259879161346804014?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4259879161346804014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=4259879161346804014' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4259879161346804014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/4259879161346804014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-sem.html' title='The Great S.E.M'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/R1ec-8obEhI/AAAAAAAAALA/ALsVK-QvrNE/s72-c/sem+reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-8355889887928962562</id><published>2007-12-04T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:19:22.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by my friend Lisa, so here it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;* Each player lists 6 little-known facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;* At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I read magazines back to front, even People magazine with all the juicy goss and pics in the front! I don't know why I do that, I noticed it a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went skydiving in 2002 in Maryland with an old boyfriend, had the thrill of my life! I even have a video of it for those that are interested in seeing the adventure for yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. President Boyd K. Packer married Chris and I in the Salt Lake Temple in 2005. The room was packed, he said it looked like Stake Conference, I think the word got out and everyone showed up for the Mormon celebrity appearance. He lives next door to Chris' parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I worry too much what other people think about me, it's silly I know. I just want everyone to like me. Is that high schoolish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am impatient by nature and therefore do things quickly which can be good when getting tasks done but bad when being rushed and careless and break things ie. camera, video camera, glasses, plates, toenails, jewelry, stroller etc. Drives Chris crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Broken each arm twice. I was a huge clutz growing up (probably stems from being in a hurry), not to mention all the stitches I've had from random accidents in my life. I really hope I don't have a child like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Charlene&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;Kari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-8355889887928962562?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8355889887928962562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=8355889887928962562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8355889887928962562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/8355889887928962562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2007/12/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558644190253933789.post-7921124237140311505</id><published>2007-11-03T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:00:17.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-or-Treating with Dad</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to blog Alex's first time trick-or-treating. A few of the dad's in the ward all with little girls of about the same age went out while the mom's maned the candy. At the first house we went to, Alex was sort of giving the questioning look she sometimes gives. What were we doing at this stranger's house? There were several kids at the same door. They all said "Trick-or-treat!", got their candy, and left. I helped her raise up her little pumpkin and she was given some candy too. She looked into the pumpkin to see what was now in there, and then looked up quizzically at the person. I told her to say thanks, which she did ("Tanku") and we held hands to the next house. The little girls were all alone this time. We knocked on the door, said trick-or-treat, and the lady put a piece of candy in each of their pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw the light go on in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got it. She knew exactly what the heck all these kids were doing all over the neighborhood, and I think I could almost see her tallying up in a flash the sheer enormity of the number of houses she could see. I don't know how she knew so fast, but I know that she knew. She turned to me and said two of the ten words she knows in the most serious and heartfelt manner I can describe: "Dad! GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She practically leaped off the porch, and RAN to the next house. Now, she can climb stairs, but she usually uses her hands. At the next porch, she one-stepped the porch, pounded on the door with her little open fist, dug her hand into the bowl when it was lowered down to her, threw some candy into her pumpkin, and repeated the previous words of encouragement: "Dad! GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it went. We pretty much left all the other kids in the dust except for one. If she wasn't telling me to go, she was grabbing my hand to run with her(actually, I think she was just using me for balance so she could go faster). She only let me carry her if I was slightly jogging, otherwise she wanted me to let her down so she could run. I manged to get her to say a quick "tanku" to a few people, usually after she was already off the porch and on to the next house. Sometimes she would grab a piece for her one friend who was keeping up with her, throw it in her bag, then grab one for herself. If other kids were there, she would squirm to the front and then squirm back out of the pack after she collected her treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit several blocks in the space of just over an hour, and by then she was cold and boggery, but very content. The only thing slowing her down was the weight of that pumpkin, so we emptied it out at the house and she took off with Mel. I understand that she ran out of steam soon after, but I have to say, nothing brings a smile to my face these days than thinking of hers and recalling the plea, "Dad! GO!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558644190253933789-7921124237140311505?l=thekirklandclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7921124237140311505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558644190253933789&amp;postID=7921124237140311505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7921124237140311505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558644190253933789/posts/default/7921124237140311505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekirklandclan.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treating-with-dad.html' title='Trick-or-Treating with Dad'/><author><name>Kirkland's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353381787719889116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HDfiYHO_wM/SpltIsC2jTI/AAAAAAAABIE/vHLb4qKWy4w/S220/_DSC2950VW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
