<?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-4066197147524383983</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:57:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rands Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-2186416463463689218</id><published>2010-07-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:01:51.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!!! Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq2yniVwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ljS34jNO43E/s1600/SANY0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496479359762061058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq2yniVwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ljS34jNO43E/s320/SANY0391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While we were away, we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Williamsberg&lt;/span&gt;.  It was so interesting to me to see a town that still did things they way they did them way back when.  Parker got to help make bricks by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smushing&lt;/span&gt; clay with his feet, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; tried on bonnet after bonnet asking me if she was pretty, and Cooper...well he enjoyed being pushed in the stroller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq2cIILDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/k7QdNu4Yhn4/s1600/SANY0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496479353724742706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq2cIILDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/k7QdNu4Yhn4/s320/SANY0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We took a tour of the Governor's mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq118YkTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2WrRrrckv4o/s1600/SANY0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496479343474938162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq118YkTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2WrRrrckv4o/s320/SANY0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We watched a "Cooper" make a barrel.  After watching it, I thought it would be so cool if we went and purchased a barrel made by a Cooper for our Cooper.....however.  If you look in this picture you will see a small mug with a handle...to purchase said mug was $265.  I decided that wouldn't be the souvenir we would be getting for our Cooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq1Q6VEcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7mkh0Wwz1vo/s1600/SANY0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496479333534208450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq1Q6VEcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7mkh0Wwz1vo/s320/SANY0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We all enjoyed the root beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq1JnYbqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/A5zyVJT7D_o/s1600/SANY0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496479331575688866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq1JnYbqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/A5zyVJT7D_o/s320/SANY0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I think I need a stockade for my backyard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I think one of the kids most favorite activities was the beach. It was such a perfect day to go to the beach too. Slight wind, and 80 degrees, so we were able to just sit and enjoy being outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdmjtrjX_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/VcxR-N4XIVY/s1600/SANY0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496474633972703218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdmjtrjX_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/VcxR-N4XIVY/s320/SANY0503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cooper didn't get to go into the ocean so much, but he did enjoy sitting on the blanket and trying to eat the sand. Next time we head to the beach he'll be big enough for a swim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdmjA4EtBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NzhOwwbGS4Q/s1600/SANY0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496474621945623570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdmjA4EtBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NzhOwwbGS4Q/s320/SANY0534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; took one trip out to the water, but decided that she was a sand girl. You can't go to the beach and not bury someone, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; was happy to volunteer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdmieo-B4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/qJg98Bhy688/s1600/SANY0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496474612755466114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdmieo-B4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/qJg98Bhy688/s320/SANY0531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We were all having a great time, and by the looks of this picture, I need to head outside a little more often....I'm defiantly in need of a tan!  There was a lot more that happened while we were gone, but I would have a hard time putting into words how much fun we had.  Much needed vacation, but you know it's over when you get on that plane ride home.  Cooper wouldn't sleep, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; had to use the bathroom 5 times, and Parker threw up....so that defiantly brought our fun Virginia trip to a close!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-2186416463463689218?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2186416463463689218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=2186416463463689218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/2186416463463689218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/2186416463463689218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-part-2.html' title='Vacation!!! Part 2'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TEdq2yniVwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ljS34jNO43E/s72-c/SANY0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-1750216389868172101</id><published>2010-07-12T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:37:42.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!!!  Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We were so excited for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; this year.  Kyle had finished up getting his masters degree...and we were ALL ready for a nice long vacation.  So we spent three weeks in Virginia with Kyle's brother and his family.  We stayed in their home, and did three "mini-trips" while we stayed with them.  It was so nice to go and relax, play LOTS of games and have lots of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVzjQYDtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/V_iRZCY7xjs/s1600/SANY0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493148883378245330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVzjQYDtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/V_iRZCY7xjs/s320/SANY0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We started out in New York for a mini-trip.  Our first experience on the subway and LOTS of walking.  We headed first to the 9/11 Memorial which brought back so many memories.  It was amazing to see what was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; recovered and the number of people lost that day.  Such an awesome thing to have the chance to go see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVxCWm8dI/AAAAAAAAAVA/giH9HVXZyK8/s1600/SANY0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493148840186278354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVxCWm8dI/AAAAAAAAAVA/giH9HVXZyK8/s320/SANY0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The next stop was not only for the kids, but a must see for mom.  We went to Dylan's Candy Bar! It's no secret that one day I would like to own my own shop, and I hope it's half as fun as this place was!  Miles and miles of candy and fun stuff to see...well worth the walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVuxkoa6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q-bRdcP2NtE/s1600/SANY0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493148801321954210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVuxkoa6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q-bRdcP2NtE/s320/SANY0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Parker learned about the Statue of Liberty this last year in school, so he was excited to go see it.  He was excited to see ANYTHING that  had to do with the Statue.  So many of these people dressed up...and Parker thought it was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVtDls1lI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NBhsqe4bSmc/s1600/SANY0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493148771798537810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVtDls1lI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NBhsqe4bSmc/s320/SANY0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I stayed behind with the littlest kids, but Kyle and Parker made it all the way to the top of the Statue of Liberty.  It was about 400 steps all the way to the top.  They were hot and sweaty, but I was so proud that they made it up there.  Kyle told me that my fear of heights and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enclosed&lt;/span&gt; spaces would have made it a terrible experience for me, so I think I'm glad I stayed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVrG-YDYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Gkql5ImYuQI/s1600/SANY0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493148738347601282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVrG-YDYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Gkql5ImYuQI/s320/SANY0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is us at the base of the Statue.  It was so hot, but at least we look cool and collected.  We had such a great first day...and there was a lot more to come on this trip!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-1750216389868172101?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1750216389868172101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=1750216389868172101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1750216389868172101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1750216389868172101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-part-1.html' title='Vacation!!!  Part 1'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuVzjQYDtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/V_iRZCY7xjs/s72-c/SANY0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-779466115737821356</id><published>2010-07-12T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:09:34.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQnC22s9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QkralU8WTDg/s1600/SANY0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493143170964698066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQnC22s9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QkralU8WTDg/s320/SANY0247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While we were on Vacation, Zoey had her third birthday!!  Thanks to my sis-in-law Angie, we were still able to give Zoey a great party, complete will all things Princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQkCC1s8I/AAAAAAAAATw/gBnnNWCcak4/s1600/SANY0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493143119206921154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQkCC1s8I/AAAAAAAAATw/gBnnNWCcak4/s320/SANY0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was not my best cake because I was away from all my tools...but I think the Ariel cake turned out pretty nice using ziploc bags and toothpicks.  Zoey was just thrilled to have a cake, she talked about it all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQf0XonqI/AAAAAAAAATo/0u493mBOmH8/s1600/SANY0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493143046816571042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQf0XonqI/AAAAAAAAATo/0u493mBOmH8/s320/SANY0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Angie really went above and beyond.  Kyle, Parker and I had gone that day to Washington DC, and left Zoey home because she really wasn't going to be interested in what we were seeing that day.  On our way back we stopped and I got two balloons because what's a birthday without balloons?  When we arrived home however Angie had had the same idea times 10!  She decked out the whole kitchen including a dozen balloons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQdwGE2aI/AAAAAAAAATg/lRi1DWh_Af4/s1600/SANY0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493143011309443490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQdwGE2aI/AAAAAAAAATg/lRi1DWh_Af4/s320/SANY0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My sweet (even though you can't tell it from this picture) little Zoey is three.  She is such a sweetheart.  She loves anything pink or purple and very girly...who'd she get that from?  She is such a little character and keeps me laughing everyday.  She is all girl and I love her so very much.  Happy Birthday my sweet little girl!!&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-779466115737821356?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/779466115737821356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=779466115737821356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/779466115737821356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/779466115737821356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/zoeys-birthday.html' title='Zoey&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuQnC22s9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QkralU8WTDg/s72-c/SANY0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-4089835683703120446</id><published>2010-07-12T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:49:39.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Cooper!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKFuaxm0I/AAAAAAAAATY/VbTbjKmtFag/s1600/Rands+Kids+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493136001472764738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKFuaxm0I/AAAAAAAAATY/VbTbjKmtFag/s320/Rands+Kids+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cooper had his first birthda&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;on June 10th, and I don't know where that year went.  In so many ways he reminds me of Parker, so it's been fun having my "first" baby all over again.  His first&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; wor&lt;/span&gt;ds we&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;re M&lt;/span&gt;aMa and DaDa, but he also says "Apple".  Yes it's a combin&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atio&lt;/span&gt;n of an AAhh and a spit, but it sounds so much like apple that of course we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;put him &lt;/span&gt;the category of genius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKEcrUccI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WNAeuMYMIOw/s1600/SANY0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493135979530449346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKEcrUccI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WNAeuMYMIOw/s320/SANY0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do love to put a party on, and since it was my last 1 year old party I went all out!  Dinosaur cake and invitations that said "Roar invited".  Chocolate rocks, dinosaur cake eggs and mini-burgers to eat.   Did I mention I LOVE to throw parties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKDRcsKGI/AAAAAAAAATI/br8nWq8fv9c/s1600/SANY0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493135959336429666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKDRcsKGI/AAAAAAAAATI/br8nWq8fv9c/s320/SANY0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cooper actually put his finger into the cake, unlike his siblings.  He ate quite a bit of it, but in classic Cooper fashion, when he has had enough to eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;he starts&lt;/span&gt; a food fight and throws food onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKCBCWuOI/AAAAAAAAATA/0kyEGTaYpI4/s1600/SANY0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493135937751136482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKCBCWuOI/AAAAAAAAATA/0kyEGTaYpI4/s320/SANY0054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So many new toys and fun things to do, but Cooper was unclear why he had to put a toy down to open up the other gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKBJMKJHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zPFhpsTnbDg/s1600/SANY0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493135922759869554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKBJMKJHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zPFhpsTnbDg/s320/SANY0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At the end of the day it was a great party and my 1-year old little guy was so tired that he went out pretty quickly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cooper you are so sweet and so fun!  We love having you in our family Coop-man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-4089835683703120446?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4089835683703120446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=4089835683703120446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/4089835683703120446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/4089835683703120446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/coopers-first-birthday.html' title='Cooper&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/TDuKFuaxm0I/AAAAAAAAATY/VbTbjKmtFag/s72-c/Rands+Kids+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-1264810020599551452</id><published>2009-12-01T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:21:38.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cookie Tree</title><content type='html'>Last night we decided to again try to start a tradition for our Christmas.  When Kyle was growing up he had a very fond memory of the "Cookie Tree".  They would decorate sugar cookies to hang on the tree and then each night they got to choose a cookie and they did this all the way up until Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;We had tried to start this in our little family a couple years ago when Parker was small....it didn't work out well.  Parker was mad that he had to put the cookies on the tree and couldn't just eat them.  He didn't want to frost them, he just wanted to lick his fingers.  AND if that wasn't enough "candies not for cookies", is what he kept saying while we were trying to stick candy lights on the tree cookies.&lt;br /&gt;So last night we did it with Parker and Zoey with Cooper watching intently.   This year it was Zoey's turn to be more interested in the eating then the actual decorating, but at least they are both very excited to decorate the tree with cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Parker also ask if Santa was going to eat these cookies or if he got some of his own.  I told him that Santa would get his own fresh plate of cookies on Christmas Eve and ask him what he thought Santa's favorite cookies are.  Parker insisted that Chocolate Chip are Santa's favorite...AND that Santa wouldn't mind sharing with him when we made them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to finishing our Cookie tree today.....and a very fun and funny Christmas with my crazy kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-1264810020599551452?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1264810020599551452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=1264810020599551452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1264810020599551452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1264810020599551452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookie-tree.html' title='The Cookie Tree'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-8996194783037117003</id><published>2009-11-24T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:06:14.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVO4PGyqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Fj_M1X3w8go/s1600/Rands+2009+489edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407790966667397794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVO4PGyqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Fj_M1X3w8go/s320/Rands+2009+489edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So as anyone who knows me will tell you....I dissapear from time to time.  I have however come back among the "on top of it women" and I'm now updating my blog.  I will tell you that I have been away so long only because I have three children now, and it was more of an adjustment that I had anticipated.  I am only NOW getting into what seems to be a schedule...and he's five months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVObI2a6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/7mJFvreSACI/s1600/Rands+2009+380edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407790958856530850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVObI2a6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/7mJFvreSACI/s320/Rands+2009+380edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are from a photo session we did for my parents 40th wedding anniversary.  Cooper was just about three weeks old, and was the best for the event out of the three children.  Cooper was born on June 10th at 8:00 am by yet again another c-section.  He came out and wasn't breathing well, so there was some concern there, but about an hour after I got into my room, they said everything looked good and would bring him to me as soon as they could.  Two and a half hours later I finally got to see my baby.  That is a long time to make a mother wait, and I was not happy about it.  Cooper was born on a week that was filled with rain...and flooding.  It was perfect for me, because I got to sit in my room and stare out the window at the beautiful shade of green everything had turned, and I got to hold my Cooper and talk with him by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVNwha1NI/AAAAAAAAARs/vEnVEojO2Ws/s1600/Rands+2009+1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407790947416855762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVNwha1NI/AAAAAAAAARs/vEnVEojO2Ws/s320/Rands+2009+1041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper is now five months old and is growing so much faster than my other two did.  Not sleeping as well as they did, but he's growing.  He started rolling over at 4 months old, and is almost crawling now, if he could figure out how to get his head off the floor at the same time his knees are moving.  I don't know if it's because he's my last baby, or because he's so easy going, but he seems to be a little more patient with me, as I am with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVNassujI/AAAAAAAAARk/zYt5mIPX2L8/s1600/Rands+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407790941558585906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVNassujI/AAAAAAAAARk/zYt5mIPX2L8/s320/Rands+2009+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey is 2 and a half now, and she is ALL girl.  I did not know that girls could be so tempermental.  She can be the most loving child at times, and the most irratable the rest of the time.  She is however the sweetest girl when it comes to giving her brothers and Kyle and I love.  She loves to give kisses and then she will tell you how much you love kisses.  She also LOVES to dance.  This girl will dance to any form of music and loves to have the radio going most all of the day....just like mama!  Our favorites to dance to are "I got a feeling" by the Blackeyed Peas, "Party in the USA" Miley Cyrus, and "You belong to me" Taylor Swift.  I love my little girl and I can't wait to do all the fun GIRL things with her.  She's got me and Kyle wrapped around her little finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVM1k3F4I/AAAAAAAAARc/nAN-wiTLLH8/s1600/Rands+2009+026edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407790931593598850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVM1k3F4I/AAAAAAAAARc/nAN-wiTLLH8/s320/Rands+2009+026edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally there's our little man Parker.  He started Kindergarten in September and he has grown up before my eyes.  He is SO stinking good at math.  He loves numbers and figuring things out...just like his daddy!  He loves his teacher and has become espically popular with the little girls in his class.  I can already tell that I'm going to have to keep an eye out for these girls when he gets older, because if Parker is anything like his dad, he will be oblivious to the advances of the female persuassion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're looking forward to the holidays...and I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things and updating my blog more often!&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/4066197147524383983-8996194783037117003?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8996194783037117003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=8996194783037117003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/8996194783037117003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/8996194783037117003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SwxVO4PGyqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Fj_M1X3w8go/s72-c/Rands+2009+489edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-5264418427157211146</id><published>2009-04-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:04:32.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't breathe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are in the countdown to baby number three everyone, and I have to say there are more can'ts right now than can's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't breathe.  I don't know what it is about Parker and this last little guy, but they seem to want to reside up as high as they possibily can.  I have more chest pain than with either of the other two and my lungs feel as if they never fully get oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't sit...or stand....or lay down without some form of pregnancy pain.  If it's not the little guy inside me giving me pain it's his older brother and sister jumping onto my belly, or just trying to lay on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't eat.  If I do eat something I get heartburn about two minutes after, if I don't eat, I get nautious and throw up.  Or if I do eat there is a nasty aftertaste that makes me even more sick to my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to be done with the whole pregnancy thing.  I have enjoyed being pregnant, and I love my kids, and if it didn't hurt so much and cause me increased amounts of stress, I would probably have a couple more....but I cannot tell you the great feeling it is to know that this for us right now is it.  Two boys and a girl is AWESOME for me and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a lighter note, I CAN tell everyone of my friends that reads this that I really REALLY appreciate the help that I've gotten over the past few months.  About three weeks ago I had to start with a weekly visit and stress tests for the baby, which take no longer than three and a half hours.  I have gotten so much help with my kids and so many listening ears that I can't tell you how blessed I feel to have such great people around me....Family too!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;44 days left until Cooper makes his debut.....but then again who's counting, oh wait....ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-5264418427157211146?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5264418427157211146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=5264418427157211146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5264418427157211146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5264418427157211146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-breathe.html' title='I can&apos;t breathe!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-6795795195642208375</id><published>2009-03-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:20:44.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin' Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So it's been MONTHS since I did anything on this page....so here's an update for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Kyle started school again last week to get his Masters!! I'm so excited for him. He's been wanting to do it for awhile, and now that work is paying for half of it, it's a great time to do it. Parker has been loving the warm weather, so when he woke up this morning and it was cold and snowy, he came into my room and said MOM!! What is going on out there? I told him that I was sorry but it just got cold again, to which he replied "Well sorry doesn't fix it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Zoey has also been loving the warm weather as well and has loved following daddy around the backyard while he does some cleanup and such. She runs from one end of the yard to the other, then screams when it's time to come in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As for me, I am pregnant...enough said. I love having kids and the being pregnant part, but I wish they had a really good pill for all the aches and pains that go along with it. For those that don't know we are having a boy, and have decided to name him Cooper Jay Rands. It took A LOT of talking Parker into that name. He was convinced that his name was Rufus. Don't ask me where he got that name or who told him that was his brother's name, but we would ask him DAILY about names and he would say No we're going to call him Rufus. I don't know about anyone else but Rufus Rands was nowhere in my book...NOWHERE. So it took a lot of talking and telling him that he could call his little brother Lil' Coop, and he could be Big Park, but he's finally on board with the name Cooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So that's what's happening with us, and for anyone that knows me I can't post on here without adding a picture, so I found some pictures that John Y. took of my kids awhile ago, and I can't get over how dang good my kids look. We're doing some family pictures after we get Cooper here, so I'll get more on here, but I just had to show these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/Scf3wJesFJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JPmWTfN96Rg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316490291684578450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/Scf3wJesFJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JPmWTfN96Rg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/Scf3wO_rg9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8k42QdiPTKE/s1600-h/06062008_Rands_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316490293165130706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/Scf3wO_rg9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8k42QdiPTKE/s320/06062008_Rands_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; If I do say so myself...I have some really good looking kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-6795795195642208375?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6795795195642208375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=6795795195642208375' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/6795795195642208375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/6795795195642208375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2009/03/catchin-up.html' title='Catchin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/Scf3wJesFJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JPmWTfN96Rg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-1131631588260914747</id><published>2009-01-13T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:56:35.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third times the Charm</title><content type='html'>I wanted to update those that don't know and those that were speculating....We are pregnant again.  Due in June.  I need to stop drinking the water around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-1131631588260914747?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1131631588260914747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=1131631588260914747' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1131631588260914747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1131631588260914747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2009/01/third-times-charm.html' title='Third times the Charm'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-9071910661367704311</id><published>2009-01-13T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:54:26.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L8P3TSpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PF7tu1eI_Rg/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290898266908740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L8P3TSpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PF7tu1eI_Rg/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this mom has gone from bad to worse when it comes to keeping up with things.  Yes Virginia, we did have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; and it was great.  Parker is trying to explain to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; what is going on.  He told her that they were going to get presents and toys...as you can she it was a very intriguing conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L7xoEofI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2hRmeHkFD4U/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290898258791801330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L7xoEofI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2hRmeHkFD4U/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our Christmas card photo this year, and yes, Kyle and I are not in it (see other blog for my thoughts on that :) )   I did think my kids took a great picture this year.  They are both so grown up and they let me mess with them a little more this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L7s08egI/AAAAAAAAAPw/LwOjgKbhh3M/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290898257503615490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L7s08egI/AAAAAAAAAPw/LwOjgKbhh3M/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the holidays, Parker's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school got to have breakfast with Santa.  He was so excited, and even shared the experience with his sister without getting mad.  I do have to say the chance to sit with the big kids at the table was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zoey's&lt;/span&gt; favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L7WkP3tI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_kRHBqLafEc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290898251528003282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L7WkP3tI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_kRHBqLafEc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did enter the gingerbread house contest at the Gale Center again this year.  Parker loves to sit at the table and watch me and ask me millions of questions, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; wanted to just eat everything that I was trying to work on.  We had a great holiday season this year and I look forward to next year's mayhem.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-9071910661367704311?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/9071910661367704311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=9071910661367704311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/9071910661367704311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/9071910661367704311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SW0L8P3TSpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PF7tu1eI_Rg/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-5774328513688913580</id><published>2008-10-27T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:23:04.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfrGtTvdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Vrw2ZwvqX1E/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261928040024489426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfrGtTvdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Vrw2ZwvqX1E/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I am officially into the swing of things.  Parker's pre-school class went on a field trip to the pumpkin patch, and I'm ready for fall now.  It wasn't too cold, but cold enough for jackets, and it was so much fun to watch Zoey running around trying to pick up the pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfquseWbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NJu1y-OWMx0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261928033578539442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfquseWbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NJu1y-OWMx0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First she started out with the smallest, then she put it down and moved a size up and so on until she was trying to lift pumpkings that were larger than her.  She was also moving them to where she thought they looked better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfpuo-tKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ped05ilyHog/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261928016384013474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfpuo-tKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ped05ilyHog/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfoymlBXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/29pg9Tsdw6Y/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261928000267814258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfoymlBXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/29pg9Tsdw6Y/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and Zoey both liked the tractors alot.  Unfortunatly we had to try each and every stinkin tractor in the pumpkin patch!  Needless to say mom was losing her cool after about the fifth tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfoF1hixI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zdhxldnkgMc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261927988250905362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfoF1hixI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zdhxldnkgMc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it was a great day, Parker got to spend some fun time  with friends and Miss Lisa, and Zoey got to run amuck.  After the pumpkin patch we headed home for hot chocolate...and a nap!  We're Ready for Fall at the Rands house!&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/4066197147524383983-5774328513688913580?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5774328513688913580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=5774328513688913580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5774328513688913580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5774328513688913580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQYfrGtTvdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Vrw2ZwvqX1E/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-4613133968421911231</id><published>2008-10-23T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:07:10.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker Favorite Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMeEeiskI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0bPTvaQJJwQ/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260429181738725954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMeEeiskI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0bPTvaQJJwQ/s320/153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the most part of our trip we stayed in the Howard Johnson Hotel in Aneheim.  If it was not for this hotel, we probably would have gone crazy.  The rooms were clean, but not luxury by any means, but we would stay there over and over just for the pool.  As you can see from the above picture it was a giant pirate ship.  From different points of the ship you could shoot water and there were three small waterslides attached that were small enough that we would just send Parker to play and we didn't have to watch him like a hawk.  However, the best part of it was the bucket you can see at the top.  Every two minutes you would hear a bell start to ding...and as the dings got closer the more quickly children would run to get to their spot before this 500 gallon bucket would tip and drench all that were standing under and or near it.  It was so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMd3lkvlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-VAFcOJOxvA/s1600-h/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260429178278559314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMd3lkvlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-VAFcOJOxvA/s320/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see Zoey in the picture here, and Parker is standing just beyond the boy in the black.  This is just as the bucket starts to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMduZP_dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6aAMP663ZPU/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260429175810948562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMduZP_dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6aAMP663ZPU/s320/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's not a great picture, but if you can see the little guy just to the left of the girl in pink....that's Parker.  He loved getting right in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMdS2PK1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8IAZkBEOA9U/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260429168416336722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMdS2PK1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8IAZkBEOA9U/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoey was content to walk around the little three foot pool.  She didn't want help.....she was going to swim on her own.  I absolutly LOVE that she finally fit into her swimsuit...(thanks Lizz W.!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMdNG79bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7dUCJPcrkn0/s1600-h/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260429166875768242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMdNG79bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7dUCJPcrkn0/s320/170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And This is Parker just after the bucket drops.  He played by the pool one night for almost 5 hours.  It was so nice and warm that he didn't want to come in.  So if you ever need a great hotel in Disneyland with something to bribe you kids to go back to the hotel...I highly recommend this place!&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/4066197147524383983-4613133968421911231?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4613133968421911231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=4613133968421911231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/4613133968421911231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/4613133968421911231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/parker-favorite-part.html' title='Parker Favorite Part'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDMeEeiskI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0bPTvaQJJwQ/s72-c/153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-1239300110583351965</id><published>2008-10-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:05:45.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIH_5UcSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wcm_3cZ8XKc/s1600-h/238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260424404505227554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIH_5UcSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wcm_3cZ8XKc/s320/238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I pulled up my pictures all kinds of backward, so we'll start with the end.  Who knew that out of the whole trip that the beach would be the kids favorite part.  Kyle and I both thought, well they will want to hang around maybe fifteen minutes and then they will be bored.  When we tried to leave both of them dug in their heels.  The simple things in life ARE the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIHTkHp2I/AAAAAAAAANw/RAUVxysyIq4/s1600-h/246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260424392605149026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIHTkHp2I/AAAAAAAAANw/RAUVxysyIq4/s320/246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey decided that she wanted to sample all that the beach had to offer.  I don't understand what is so appetizing about sand, but I couldn't get her to stop eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIHO_mWVI/AAAAAAAAANo/XpT8VbErRyA/s1600-h/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260424391378229586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIHO_mWVI/AAAAAAAAANo/XpT8VbErRyA/s320/209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sea World was our second to last stop...and yes we were sitting this close.  Kyle and I both thought hey you only live once, lets sit in the "Soak Zone".  This might be fine for the dolphin show, but we were so soaking wet that it was like we jumped into the pool with Shamu, and got right back out.  I forgot totally that Shamu lives in salt water until I was drinking it.  We got to spend the rest of the day drying out and forming a nice salt crust on our skin.  It was amazing to see...just very wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIGkHz5xI/AAAAAAAAANg/zLphGpgtL6M/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260424379869947666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIGkHz5xI/AAAAAAAAANg/zLphGpgtL6M/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Mommy's favorite animal in the whole world is a Dolphin, we spent a good portion of our time at the dolphin feeding area.  Parker thought it was awesome to feed them little fishes and kept asking me what they tasted like.  How do you describe the taste of fish to a four year old...well son, fish tastes....fishy.  Anyhow, he loved it and Zoey seemed to enjoy herself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIGfcx7bI/AAAAAAAAANY/GQCDAwIBNqY/s1600-h/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260424378615721394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIGfcx7bI/AAAAAAAAANY/GQCDAwIBNqY/s320/189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did also make it to the San Diego Zoo, and this was the absolute best picture in the world for me.  My two busy little bees stood long enough with their heads in this thing to get a picture.  It was GREAT!!  In the end the zoo was a zoo....a big gigantic zoo, but nothing I would go fight the crowds for.  Which was another interesting thing.  We didn't stay too long because they were having a beer and wine tasting....at the zoo.  We got out of there before too much tasting got going, because there were lots of people...and they all drove.....enough said :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4066197147524383983-1239300110583351965?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1239300110583351965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=1239300110583351965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1239300110583351965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1239300110583351965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-fun.html' title='The End of the Fun'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SQDIH_5UcSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wcm_3cZ8XKc/s72-c/238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-3905433852544417525</id><published>2008-10-11T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:22:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN5a7sGjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DK8sALn8NFQ/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067888995637810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN5a7sGjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DK8sALn8NFQ/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next park was Universal in the Rands trip.  Parker got to this part of the park (above) and thought that it would be really fun to go on the clown ride.  I was very hesitant to take him on it, but he really wanted to go.  So we got all strapped into the motion simulator roller coaster and took off.  Lets just say by the time the ride was over...Mom was right.  He didn't like it much, but did enjoy meeting the characters, but he wouldn't talk to them.  I think he thought it was his way of chewing them out for such a horrible ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN51MAnBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wX8QoDg_X_0/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067896043412498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN51MAnBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wX8QoDg_X_0/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN6Xze_EI/AAAAAAAAANA/rV5ziFoXZzM/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067905335786562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN6Xze_EI/AAAAAAAAANA/rV5ziFoXZzM/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the most fun for both kids.  They have a whole Curious George play park for the kids.  The outside is nothing but water either spraying you, or being dumped on you, but you go inside this building and there are thousands of nerf balls all over the floor that you put into buckets and send through different tubes.  You can suck them up with a tube that drops them into a basket that when it gets full enough, drops them on your head; or you can put them into a volcano looking area that will blast them into the air.   I think Zoey liked the fact that I put her down and she got to run as far and as long as she wanted to.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN6r95khI/AAAAAAAAANI/vofJWRv1zPs/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067910748181010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN6r95khI/AAAAAAAAANI/vofJWRv1zPs/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey was obsessed with having her own bucket and putting the balls in herself.  Heaven help me, she's already into the "don't help me mother" phase of her life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN6wpg3OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bZGtjU14RhY/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067912004852962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN6wpg3OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bZGtjU14RhY/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to talk Parker into this picture....I have no idea why! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFMvi9o_6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/iJ8BR3Z_-v0/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256066619840987042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFMvi9o_6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/iJ8BR3Z_-v0/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As most of you know, Spongebob was one of Parker's first loves, can you tell by the shirt?  This trip was fun for me and Kyle because it brought to life some of these characters that he's just seen on TV or movies.  It was so fun to see him light up and be excited about things.  He told me George was fun, but he's such a silly monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFMv_1lYFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IdmhUDX6UnY/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256066627591823442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFMv_1lYFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IdmhUDX6UnY/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFMwHHorxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/haE4nMjDAxY/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256066629546585874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFMwHHorxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/haE4nMjDAxY/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked meeting Donkey from Shrek.  There's someone in the cart that does the voice of donkey and can obviously see whoever is coming up to the cart, and carries on a full conversation.  Zoey would laugh at what Donkey was saying, but when it was time to say goodbye Donkey ask if she wanted to pet him, so I leaned in and got the bloody murder scream...she didn't think Donkey was all that funny after that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-3905433852544417525?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3905433852544417525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=3905433852544417525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/3905433852544417525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/3905433852544417525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/universal-studios.html' title='Universal Studios'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SPFN5a7sGjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DK8sALn8NFQ/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-269890186001569750</id><published>2008-10-09T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:57:17.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rands Go to California!</title><content type='html'>So it's been a couple weeks, and for those of you that didn't know. We went to Disneyland!!! It was a such a great trip. We went for 12 days to California and we got to go to Disney, Universal Studios, the San Diego Zoo, and Sea World. I'm not going to put it all into one post, so enjoy the next few posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off on Saturday Morning and DROVE to California. Let me caution anyone who wants to do that with a 4 year old and a 15 month old. Bring Sedatives!!! We got to Las Vegas and Zoey was through being in the car, and was quite upset when she realized we still had a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did make it to California and the next day we headed over to Disneyland. Parker was excited, but didn't know why, and Zoey was along for the ride but was unimpressed. Until we got to the t-cups that is. She enjoyed that ride alot! She liked all the colors and fun music, and Parker was just happy to be on a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5eliSbVKI/AAAAAAAAALw/lwA8gG9LQ8M/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255241814140212386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5eliSbVKI/AAAAAAAAALw/lwA8gG9LQ8M/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5eltm9gDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QOWX1fffA98/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255241817179127858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5eltm9gDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QOWX1fffA98/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5el-MpipI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sNNmxHZlPRs/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255241821632170642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5el-MpipI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sNNmxHZlPRs/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5emBD7USI/AAAAAAAAAMI/z7RBFHyKOAY/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255241822400893218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5emBD7USI/AAAAAAAAAMI/z7RBFHyKOAY/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker really wanted to show us that he could lift these....poor guy dosn't know they are cemented to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5emJ75veI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sqJI-n58H44/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255241824783154658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5emJ75veI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sqJI-n58H44/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker really loved meeting Mickey and Pluto, he really didn't have much interest in anyone else. He is now obsessed with Micky...has already told me all the Mickey things he wants for Christmas. I think we're in Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5bFuUYidI/AAAAAAAAALo/hQyBsBUEtHE/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255237969078946258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5bFuUYidI/AAAAAAAAALo/hQyBsBUEtHE/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5aa00m93I/AAAAAAAAALg/gR73A6Em6gQ/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255237232090347378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5aa00m93I/AAAAAAAAALg/gR73A6Em6gQ/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker loved all of it. To my surprise, Parker really liked Splash Mountain. Kyle took him first and after he came running off and wanted to do it again...with mom.   That's Kyle with his hands up in the back, and Parker is sitting right in front of him, holding on for dear life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5ZKMK9HKI/AAAAAAAAALI/Dl8_9sdd7WA/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255235846788684962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5ZKMK9HKI/AAAAAAAAALI/Dl8_9sdd7WA/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5ZKBrEUdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RTidE8o2PME/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255235843970585042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5ZKBrEUdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RTidE8o2PME/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parades were a lot of fun for the kids. Zoey liked the Disney parade more, and Parker loved the Pixar parade. Zoey blew kisses to Ariel, and Parker yelled at the top of his lungs when he saw Buzz Lightyear "He's real mom...he's real he's real!!" It totally made the trip worth it. So we'd seen Disneyland. Then it was off to our next park.&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/4066197147524383983-269890186001569750?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/269890186001569750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=269890186001569750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/269890186001569750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/269890186001569750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/rands-go-to-california.html' title='The Rands Go to California!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SO5eliSbVKI/AAAAAAAAALw/lwA8gG9LQ8M/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-5734144417911792444</id><published>2008-08-28T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:26:13.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's off to School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SLcysUEbdzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dQB6oS_ovpI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239712428351780658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SLcysUEbdzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dQB6oS_ovpI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that it's already time to start thinging about school for Park-man.  I swear I just birthed him!  The summer has flown by and now he gets to start pre-school with Miss Lisa.  He was so excited to go last night to the open house, although he thought he was starting school and got to ride a big yellow school bus.  I infomed him that I would be the only bus service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to do his first project and play a fun game of BINGO.  Then after it was off to buy him his first backpack.....bet you cant guess what he chose.  Anyway we are looking forward to him starting school.  I think it will help him focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing that he was starting school a few months ago, we scheduled a vacation the week after to Disneyland, so we are also looking forward to that, and LOTS of good pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Parker and we want you to always do your very best in school...and remember that you are a really great kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-5734144417911792444?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5734144417911792444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=5734144417911792444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5734144417911792444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5734144417911792444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-off-to-school.html' title='He&apos;s off to School!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SLcysUEbdzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dQB6oS_ovpI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-8128090492044371275</id><published>2008-08-20T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:58:00.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's Party....and Mommy's 30th!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzDwq2iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/W29UUlsX3To/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236827425721735714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzDwq2iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/W29UUlsX3To/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well the Birthday extravaganza ended with the party of the centry for Park-Man.  He got his Transformer Party that he'd been asking for, for months!  He got to have four friends over and he chose his very favorite people.  Caden Romph, Jared Keller (his cousin), Zach Yrungaray, and Nathan Gaisford.  He calls them his very most favorite friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzbL1vPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FmdyNa7AfEw/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236827432009710834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzbL1vPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FmdyNa7AfEw/s320/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought instead of party hats this year....we'd do masks....and am I glad I did!!!  I thought this was the funniest thing I'd seen!  They didn't stay together very well...and they came off after about a minute, but it was well worth the money spent for the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzpqG4NI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GrUwLR5YaQo/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236827435894759634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzpqG4NI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GrUwLR5YaQo/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had assigned each boy a Transformer name, just to keep with my theme and it looked really fun on the invitations.  As you can see, Caden was Optimus Prime.  I thought it fit in rather well with the party....don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzwKWmZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5QZfGbAC9tQ/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236827437640620434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzwKWmZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5QZfGbAC9tQ/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among the games I had them do a relay race to "earn" their treat/prize bags.  The very last obstacle, which went over better than I thought was carrying a spoonful of water to a bucket.  They had to fill it up at least half way, but they were having so much fun, they filled up the whole bucket.  I thought this photo of Nathan being so careful was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzy0CSIiHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v79Fla_ePuI/s1600-h/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236827442505091186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzy0CSIiHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v79Fla_ePuI/s320/151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally to end Parker's birthday, and start my own birthday celebration, we let off popper fireworks in the back yard.  They loved it!  It was such a great party, and I have to say that Parker has some of the most wonderful friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next day after the mess was cleaned up and I was completly exhausted, it was MY birthday.  So Kyle did the most wonderful thing ever and suprised me with a manicure/pedicure while he watched the kids!!!  It was three hours of "me" time and it was the best gift he could have given me.  Then when I was all relaxed and happy, he took us to see a movie and then out for ice cream.  All in all turning 30 wasn't so bad.....I feel terriably old....but as it says in the song "Lord have mercy on my next 30 years!"&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/4066197147524383983-8128090492044371275?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8128090492044371275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=8128090492044371275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/8128090492044371275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/8128090492044371275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/parkers-partyand-mommys-30th.html' title='Parker&apos;s Party....and Mommy&apos;s 30th!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKzyzDwq2iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/W29UUlsX3To/s72-c/109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-1906798927437267147</id><published>2008-08-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:35:26.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's 4th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZq3pNFVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ErWSVJS98IA/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236729428495373650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZq3pNFVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ErWSVJS98IA/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started Parker's birthday weekend with a dinner out with Grandma, Grandpa and "Doots" (Aunt Steph).  We went to Joe's Crab Shack and Parker got through his meal as fast as he could to get outside to the toys.  Parker usually likes to get chips and dip with Grandpa at Applebee's, but he was content with what Joe had to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZGF4ZCRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eh26_1w6kZE/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236728796662008082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZGF4ZCRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eh26_1w6kZE/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the day of the birthday Kyle and I were so excited to give Park's his present.  We thought he would think that a big boy bike would be the coolest thing ever......we were wrong.  We put the bike in the kitchen and ask him if he'd like to go see his present, so he went running to see...looked right at the bike and turned and ask where his present was.  It just takes the wind out of your sails when you are more excited than the four year old.  He is starting to come around to the idea of the bike..but it's going to be a long road to get him riding it confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZGmKF5tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K9toX20hdec/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236728805326186194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZGmKF5tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K9toX20hdec/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The highlight of the birthday for Parker was his cake.  He told me for months that he wanted a Transformer birthday cake that transformed from a guy into a car......Dream on son!  I can do some cool things with cake....but that is NOT one of them.  I decorated it while Kyle took him to the store and I got the best reaction when he came home.  It totally made up for the bike reaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZGo_9agI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tCs0qBtTqpo/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236728806088993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZGo_9agI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tCs0qBtTqpo/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No better reward for me than that big smile on my little guys face!  It was a great birthday...and the party was still to come.  I can't believe that he's four already...and starting pre-school in just a week or so.  Now I get to look forward to what next years birthday will bring....&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/4066197147524383983-1906798927437267147?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1906798927437267147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=1906798927437267147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1906798927437267147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1906798927437267147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/parkers-4th-birthday.html' title='Parker&apos;s 4th Birthday!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKyZq3pNFVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ErWSVJS98IA/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-2090161375991179990</id><published>2008-08-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:09:16.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At the Fair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmVhcCWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TDiGIleyKTs/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321142943406354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmVhcCWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TDiGIleyKTs/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; August has been a busy busy month for the Rands and it all started with the Salt Lake County Fair!!  This was Parker's first experience with "wild" animals up close and he wasn't very excited about this picture.  He was terrified of the cows, and the goats, and the pigs.  He did like the rabbits and pigeons however.  They were more his size and speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWKE8IfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xpYdHBew4jw/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321153852383730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWKE8IfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xpYdHBew4jw/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey however was unimpressed.  It was hot and she had to ride in the stroller for most of the day.  She did get to have her first Tiger Paw and sips of Pepsi and I think that was the only highlight of her day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWSZkleI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OKLizjxs_bU/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321156086404578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWSZkleI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OKLizjxs_bU/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The game workers were kind enough to give her prizes as well.  Parker couldn't wait to play the games to win himself some junk.  He wanted the blow up light saber and other assorted "treasures".  Zoey got a flower and a blow up dolpin which was alright with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWoBvhfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mZsLmWMpHbw/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321161892038130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWoBvhfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mZsLmWMpHbw/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the reason that we went to the fair in the first place.  Kyle had gone online and saw a cake decorating competition and let me know about it, so I thought I'd give it a go.  I didn't win, but I had a great time coming up with my cake idea.  The judges loved my pretzel and the blue ribbion.  For all the work that it was, I think next year I will do a cake that will really blow them away...and win....not that I'm bitter or anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWxMpr_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MnOkjQie3Io/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321164353712114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmWxMpr_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MnOkjQie3Io/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all the day went really well.  We got to fill that need for corn dogs and tiger paws, and we got to participate in all the fun activites, but I think this picture says it all.  At the end of the day it was about sitting in a shady spot and enjoying a cold drink...Best part of the fair!&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/4066197147524383983-2090161375991179990?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2090161375991179990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=2090161375991179990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/2090161375991179990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/2090161375991179990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-at-fair.html' title='Fun At the Fair!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SKsmVhcCWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TDiGIleyKTs/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-5152339557970526693</id><published>2008-08-04T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:57:33.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHCxwO38I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jErGZ6fk-_M/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230797973999247298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHCxwO38I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jErGZ6fk-_M/s320/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Kyle found some pictures we took last year, so I thought.....Hey why not some pictures of the old people in our famiy, plus I was much lighter from just having Zoey, so I look pretty dang good in the picture if I do say so myself.  We took these last year for Kyle's parents.  They hadn't had a picture of all of the children since they had only one grandchild, and now since they have five we thought that they could use an update.  This one would have turned out as a super great family picture for us, except for the cars in the background....oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHDo9YBwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KpgQZzK84r4/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230797988818323202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHDo9YBwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KpgQZzK84r4/s320/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea why the photographer....let alone myself thought that a picture of me from the backside would have been an awesome idea.  I do like this picture for a couple reasons....We could not get Parker to focus on the photographer at all...He was much more interested in all the goings on at Wheeler Farm.  I also love this picture because you can actually see how small our Zoey is.  I think she's only about three weeks old at this point but there's few pictures that actually show how itsy bitsy she was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHEAtf3wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xz1XYP8iXL4/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230797995194179330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHEAtf3wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xz1XYP8iXL4/s320/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker thought that this was the best thing in the world.  He was actually allowed to climb into the chair of the tractor and pretend to drive and the parents didn't care.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHGK-10wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iWA-Y5yLmhs/s1600-h/46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230798032311014146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHGK-10wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iWA-Y5yLmhs/s320/46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Didn't care too much for the yellow tractor....but still wanted to give it a try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHGg0pnVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rx6DZlf4OT0/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230798038173850962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHGg0pnVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rx6DZlf4OT0/s320/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all of the cousins together (from left), Griffin, Harrison, Zoey, Lauren and Parker.  It was a really fun time by the end of it.  We were all sweating and the children were done with all of it, but we had a really good time.  I cannot believe this was just last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-5152339557970526693?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5152339557970526693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=5152339557970526693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5152339557970526693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5152339557970526693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SJeHCxwO38I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jErGZ6fk-_M/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-5803900563310196095</id><published>2008-07-08T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:21:01.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I got the pictures a little backwards this time, but Happy Birthday Zoey!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zoey turned one on June 25, 2008, and it was a great party!!  I can't belive how fast this year has gone.  Zoey decided to walk before her birthday....but was shy about showing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqiCPo4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aK6r5SZUBfE/s1600-h/IMG_0913%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703894747275666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqiCPo4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aK6r5SZUBfE/s320/IMG_0913%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is finally starting to show a little more personality, and heaven help us she has her mothers need to put on a show.  She loves to crawl around with her brothers underpants (not clean ones mind you) on her head.  She loves to put them on top of her head and wait for mom and dad to notice so she can get her laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqinOgGiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sxuJgPSYhxM/s1600-h/IMG_0915%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703904674617890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqinOgGiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sxuJgPSYhxM/s320/IMG_0915%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't think it would be this much fun to dress up my little "dolly" and get her to smile at me.  She is such a little lady and knows when she looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqJrAS-AI/AAAAAAAAADM/UZA4ntRYd6M/s1600-h/IMG_0891%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703476192049154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqJrAS-AI/AAAAAAAAADM/UZA4ntRYd6M/s320/IMG_0891%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This however was the face we got when it was time for the birthday cake.  She knew that something was going on for her...but was uninterested in most of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqKepJ5tI/AAAAAAAAADU/UxPZ77gJ__I/s1600-h/IMG_0885%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703490053629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqKepJ5tI/AAAAAAAAADU/UxPZ77gJ__I/s320/IMG_0885%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since she couldn't have an opinion this year....Mom got a Care-Bears party.  I'm never one to over-do (wink wink), but I think that the cake was particularly cute this year.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqKhuG9HI/AAAAAAAAADc/ApIYXer2zOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0895%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703490879714418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqKhuG9HI/AAAAAAAAADc/ApIYXer2zOQ/s320/IMG_0895%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like Parker, Zoey was a little leary of this thing that we set in front of her.  I'm amazed  that as parents we expect kids to dive into something that they've never seen or tasted before.  We spend the first year of their lives telling them not to touch things or get messy....then on the first birthday...here kid mush this big cake all over your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqLV_DbsI/AAAAAAAAADk/WWCVeQUWjSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0898%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703504909430466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqLV_DbsI/AAAAAAAAADk/WWCVeQUWjSQ/s320/IMG_0898%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being the tender girl she is, she just ran one finger into a little bit of the frosting.  As you can also see her brother's little mit was very eager to help Zoey eat her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqLoWY2bI/AAAAAAAAADs/42_mWKs44GU/s1600-h/IMG_0907%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703509839141298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqLoWY2bI/AAAAAAAAADs/42_mWKs44GU/s320/IMG_0907%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great first birthday and she got to have her cake and eat it too!  I can't wait to see what else this little girl has in store for us.  She is an amazing little soul and I love every minute of her being in our family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-5803900563310196095?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5803900563310196095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=5803900563310196095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5803900563310196095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5803900563310196095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoeys-first-birthday.html' title='Zoey&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SHOqiCPo4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aK6r5SZUBfE/s72-c/IMG_0913%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-1138213351554720250</id><published>2008-06-27T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:14:01.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been very good at keeping up with my blog, so I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remedying&lt;/span&gt; that now.  For Father's Day we took the kids to get some pictures done.  A neighbor of ours does the most AMAZING pictures, and I just love the ones he got of the kids.  It was cold that day, and had rained the night before, so the ground was wet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; didn't like that, but I think they turned out.  Parker is such a handsome little guy.  He really enjoys getting his picture taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi1NJ4XzI/AAAAAAAAABU/66IGdtt9gvM/s1600-h/06062008_Rands_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216684409582280498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi1NJ4XzI/AAAAAAAAABU/66IGdtt9gvM/s320/06062008_Rands_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic Parker....sweet little guy with a hint of mischief in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi2z8xz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZombkOjJmDM/s1600-h/06062008_Rands_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216684437176176626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi2z8xz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZombkOjJmDM/s320/06062008_Rands_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; most of the time.  She was not having any of it.  She wanted a warm blanket and her trailer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi4MupMWI/AAAAAAAAABk/MyVLn2pvSEY/s1600-h/06062008_Rands_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216684461007647074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi4MupMWI/AAAAAAAAABk/MyVLn2pvSEY/s320/06062008_Rands_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of my favorites.  Parker is growing up so fast.  It just seems like yesterday that I was bringing him home for the first time and now he's this little man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi5DpDItI/AAAAAAAAABs/oafFIwD1YEY/s1600-h/06062008_Rands_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216684475748131538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi5DpDItI/AAAAAAAAABs/oafFIwD1YEY/s320/06062008_Rands_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another favorite of mine and Kyle's.  Parker is such a protector.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want anyone hurting his little sister...and the feeling is mutual.  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; sees her big brother she's nothing but smiles and giggles.  I hope they stay close as they grow up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi6IaY53I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wa2WzeKaeQc/s1600-h/06062008_Rands_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216684494208690034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi6IaY53I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wa2WzeKaeQc/s320/06062008_Rands_0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally a wonderful picture of my girl.  She is a very happy baby.  I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it's been a year already...it has been faster than Parker's first year.  I think she's laughing because me and her dad were pulling funny faces at her, or she could just be laughing at us which is the more likely scenario.  After the photo shoot we took the kids to breakfast and then shopping.  It was a really fun day, and I hope it was fun for Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-1138213351554720250?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1138213351554720250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=1138213351554720250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1138213351554720250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/1138213351554720250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-with-kids.html' title='Fun with the kids!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SGVi1NJ4XzI/AAAAAAAAABU/66IGdtt9gvM/s72-c/06062008_Rands_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-8598752773490242582</id><published>2008-05-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:59:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 19, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHMdUuu3HI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ykm8fAS4xWE/s1600-h/293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202163848742624370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHMdUuu3HI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ykm8fAS4xWE/s320/293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I got thinking about my kids today.  I am so blessed to have such happy kids.  I am not a great mother, and I know lately I've complained about temper tantrums, but all in all I have some pretty happy kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHLhEuu3GI/AAAAAAAAABE/biddpb3ZV2o/s1600-h/410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202162813655506018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHLhEuu3GI/AAAAAAAAABE/biddpb3ZV2o/s320/410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker is always so happy to see people and meet new friends and I love that he is so outgoing and loving.  I need to remember this when he tries to push my buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHLRkuu3FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7EHjpJCm9hU/s1600-h/408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202162547367533650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHLRkuu3FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7EHjpJCm9hU/s320/408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This baby in the blue towel is Zoey...not Parker.  Isn't it amazing how similar my kids look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHK70uu3EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eLisE1fFni4/s1600-h/377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202162173705378882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHK70uu3EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eLisE1fFni4/s320/377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker loves Zoey so much...and she thinks he is the center of the universe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHHe0uu3CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EDiqDh0KKqo/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202158376954289186" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHHe0uu3CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EDiqDh0KKqo/s320/141.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHKc0uu3DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5Yz6Ziaem1Q/s1600-h/384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202161641129434162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHKc0uu3DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5Yz6Ziaem1Q/s320/384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker at I think three months old....again if he wasn't wearing red and blue....it could be ZOEY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Zoey at three months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                       Just thought I'd share some pictures of my wonderful kids.  &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/4066197147524383983-8598752773490242582?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8598752773490242582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=8598752773490242582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/8598752773490242582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/8598752773490242582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-19-2008.html' title='May 19, 2008'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SDHMdUuu3HI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ykm8fAS4xWE/s72-c/293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4066197147524383983.post-5790768409590269580</id><published>2008-05-13T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:38:50.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 13, 2008</title><content type='html'>Not a special day, but the day I start our family blog.  Mother's Day was this weekend.  I opened my present about two weeks early (NOT MY FAULT), so I got to wake up to a wonderful breakfast and happy kids!!  That is sometimes better than a present.  I guess the only other thing I need to say today is there's nothing like a good mother's day, and there's nothing worse than the cleanup the next day.  Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4066197147524383983-5790768409590269580?l=rands-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5790768409590269580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4066197147524383983&amp;postID=5790768409590269580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5790768409590269580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4066197147524383983/posts/default/5790768409590269580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rands-family.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-13-2008.html' title='May 13, 2008'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482261629353927354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKSUg32Bb3Q/SUa2WWDYvWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dV3WffBHvAM/S220/08122008_Rands_Take2_014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
