<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771</id><updated>2009-12-16T18:31:34.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is us at our best...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-3589008740578395395</id><published>2009-11-18T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:55:22.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTrqJHGjGI/AAAAAAAAALY/HY_QIXvSxNA/s1600/DSCF4727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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This always gives us the opportunity to splurge and do something extra fun for out birthdays.  This year we had something extra big planned.  Earlier in the year a couple of our friends approached us about the U2 concert in Las Vegas.  They had a couple of extra tickets and so Matt and I decided we would purchase them as our birthday gifts for each other.  We planned a road trip to vegas but as time came closer to the event, we got approached about another fun opportunity.  We just couldn't pass going to California so we worked out an excellent plan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Matt's awesome sister, who invited us to a beach house in Carlsbad CA., she watched our kids while Matt and I took off for vegas.  That next day she and her husband took their kids plus Tate and Addie on an airplane and flew them to Cali.  This was their first airplane ride and from what she says it went pretty smooth.  I don't know if I believe her, but I sure appreciate her help so that we didn't have to make another trip back to utah from Vegas and back to california.  That would have been a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So let's start from the beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5_aBU8UjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OfW_ue_-Nug/s1600-h/DSCF4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5_aBU8UjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OfW_ue_-Nug/s320/DSCF4752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399393088273404466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left to Vegas, Matt had his birthday.  Because we had the other events planned, the kids and I wanted to do something small for him.  We took it upon ourselves to let the neighborhood know it was his birthday.  The kids helped me choose the "Almost Over The Hill" sign and hat.  I made the two posters with the saying, "Your Hearing's bad and you're going gray, It must mean you're turning 30 today"! Creative, I know :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later we left for vegas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=154582334&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=154582334"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=154582334&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=154582334"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link9.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link9.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U2 Concert was awesome.  Best part was when I realized The Black Eyed Peas were the opening act.  I love The Black Eyed Peas.  They put on an awesome performance.  After their act was of course U2.  They throw the ultimate outdoors concert.  I was in awe the whole time.  Of course the company of our friends only added to the fun.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we Matt and I got back on the road and headed to Cali.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Matt and I arrived at the beach house, we were welcomed by a group of dolphins that were right outside our window and jumping close to shore.  It was amazing.   We had so much fun the whole week.  We went to many great restaurants thanks to matt's sister who takes notes on one of those food network shows which shows you the best places to eat.  We had a lot of great food!  Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTmQYDpsiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sWCZiZ4wpF0/s1600/DSCF4878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTmQYDpsiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sWCZiZ4wpF0/s320/DSCF4878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698621761499682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTmPzrSbUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/co2ZTBTNxkY/s1600/DSCF4877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTmPzrSbUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/co2ZTBTNxkY/s320/DSCF4877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698611995635010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnWx1US5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0Aix_WQOFkY/s1600/DSCF4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnWx1US5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0Aix_WQOFkY/s320/DSCF4880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699831271541650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnWRE9_JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/87SBDrkXzpQ/s1600/DSCF4863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnWRE9_JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/87SBDrkXzpQ/s320/DSCF4863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699822478818450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the bets pizza place ever.  The pizza was cheap and tasted pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThA1tZhII/AAAAAAAAAHg/PI1Q_vfFPac/s1600/DSCF4816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThA1tZhII/AAAAAAAAAHg/PI1Q_vfFPac/s320/DSCF4816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692857285182594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Tate, Addie and their cousin.  I love this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a series of picture I took of my brother in law, who I talked into catching a seagull.  Although my brother in law  was left with some wounds, and the bird lost it's lunch, the seagull was not harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThBR9yDnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FxRMe_-eWdg/s1600/DSCF4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThBR9yDnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FxRMe_-eWdg/s320/DSCF4818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692864870092402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThCE5vLuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oSuLHWqz_A0/s1600/DSCF4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThCE5vLuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oSuLHWqz_A0/s320/DSCF4822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692878543335138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThBjTNhGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XT7gInaypcM/s1600/DSCF4821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwThBjTNhGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XT7gInaypcM/s320/DSCF4821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692869523375202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Scott, I had to post these ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Cali, we had to spend a couple of days in Sea World.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkGtPuo4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZowEXe4iCs4/s1600/DSCF4856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkGtPuo4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZowEXe4iCs4/s320/DSCF4856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405696256627352450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkGCDmJUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WIW8TMXjIhQ/s1600/DSCF4848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkGCDmJUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WIW8TMXjIhQ/s320/DSCF4848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405696245033739586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkFpXWNhI/AAAAAAAAAII/Bbt8vm7yjpw/s1600/DSCF4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkFpXWNhI/AAAAAAAAAII/Bbt8vm7yjpw/s320/DSCF4844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405696238405694994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating on wether or not I want to scuba dive with these.... Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkFe9UGcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/brNNFJAZ_2Q/s1600/DSCF4823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTkFe9UGcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/brNNFJAZ_2Q/s320/DSCF4823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405696235612150210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate loved going on the rides and getting soaked on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTluXSFTBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/R6SF1mu7gos/s1600/DSCF4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTluXSFTBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/R6SF1mu7gos/s320/DSCF4914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698037438041106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTluFfUZxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7kLTfEAmO24/s1600/DSCF4913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTluFfUZxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7kLTfEAmO24/s320/DSCF4913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698032661718802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTltiV2aoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B3fUWT73JJw/s1600/DSCF4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTltiV2aoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B3fUWT73JJw/s320/DSCF4909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698023226763906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTltJnIVEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/u1lvinvI1uI/s1600/DSCF4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTltJnIVEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/u1lvinvI1uI/s320/DSCF4893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698016588354626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTlshU2H_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/gHVZyt-eABg/s1600/DSCF4896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTlshU2H_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/gHVZyt-eABg/s320/DSCF4896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698005774245874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTmREKAPJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qb1zOZesn7M/s1600/DSCF4892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTmREKAPJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qb1zOZesn7M/s320/DSCF4892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698633599302802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget fun at the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnXtjjFRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Zk6Qldvi98/s1600/DSCF4923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnXtjjFRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Zk6Qldvi98/s320/DSCF4923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699847303140626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnXQ_z08I/AAAAAAAAAKA/EAmJo9XWRhI/s1600/DSCF4922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTnXQ_z08I/AAAAAAAAAKA/EAmJo9XWRhI/s320/DSCF4922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699839637050306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpFZcKINI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rqnJxjqwYyw/s1600/DSCF4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpFZcKINI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rqnJxjqwYyw/s320/DSCF4940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405701731689046226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpExAkvnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XN9z59OVZgs/s1600/DSCF4937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpExAkvnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XN9z59OVZgs/s320/DSCF4937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405701720835931762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpESHU8MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4EZRDkTz0HU/s1600/DSCF4933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpESHU8MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4EZRDkTz0HU/s320/DSCF4933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405701712542757058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpF2s9U7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wys_JqohyLo/s1600/DSCF4917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SwTpF2s9U7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wys_JqohyLo/s320/DSCF4917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405701739544138674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-7427105552031004044?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7427105552031004044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=7427105552031004044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7427105552031004044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7427105552031004044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-birthday-week-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Week EVER!!!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5_aBU8UjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OfW_ue_-Nug/s72-c/DSCF4752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-7746996017972499567</id><published>2009-11-02T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:46:58.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back with a Major Overload!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry I have been behind on blogging.  Life has been busy, but good!  I have been busy with the holiday seasons on my blog and my hubby and I have also been enjoying some fun getaways and vacations with the kids.  I was in Florida last month and when we got home Matt's parents had purchased a beautiful cabin which we are enjoying every second we can, I came home to four wheeler my husband felt the need to splurge on and I filled my calendar the rest of October with some awesome trip for the rest of the month.  I just posted a ton of pics and post and I still have even more.  I had the Ultimate Birthday weekend and that post will hopefully come soon with all of our halloween pics.... "Man, I'm behind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are doing well and have not fallen off the face of the earth.  Hope you all had a great Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-7746996017972499567?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7746996017972499567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=7746996017972499567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7746996017972499567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7746996017972499567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back-with-major-overload.html' title='I am back with a Major Overload!!!!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-3203475132490695351</id><published>2009-11-01T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:26:32.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>We made our little family outing to the pumpkin patch again this year.  This is one thing I look forward to when the fall arrives.  After picking out our pumpkins, we went home to carve our pumpkins.  We first finished Tate and Addie's pumpkin.  They had a lot of fun cleaning the pumpkin out and cooking the pumpkin seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57PRzQb0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3jMsoHaYN4Q/s1600-h/DSCF4733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57PRzQb0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3jMsoHaYN4Q/s320/DSCF4733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399388505670446914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57PrSyw8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/y3rb2tz0zFY/s1600-h/DSCF4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57PrSyw8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/y3rb2tz0zFY/s320/DSCF4740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399388512513606594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57P3lDzZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AGRVsx_t3D0/s1600-h/DSCF4748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57P3lDzZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AGRVsx_t3D0/s320/DSCF4748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399388515811446162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out a pumpkin also for me.  I wanted to attempt another 3D pumpkin.  Sadly I sort of ran out of time and we took off out of town (Which was awesome).  We got back on Halloween and I had to hurry and finish my pumpkin.  I did it in about an hour.  The whole missing eyeball came about because I kept messing up on the eye and so I finally just took it all out.  Here was the final pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57QSko5CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sQXr3nNolRs/s1600-h/DSCF4962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57QSko5CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sQXr3nNolRs/s320/DSCF4962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399388523057439778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-3203475132490695351?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3203475132490695351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=3203475132490695351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3203475132490695351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3203475132490695351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The pumpkin patch'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su57PRzQb0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3jMsoHaYN4Q/s72-c/DSCF4733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-1266463706785287075</id><published>2009-11-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:16:12.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Wedding Take Two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5xznOSvlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nC_oKTje73c/s1600-h/DSCF4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5xznOSvlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nC_oKTje73c/s320/DSCF4548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399378134780001874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my life I have been lucky to not have one, but two very close friends.  It just so happened that both of these friends got married this year.  In Sept.  My longtime friends Darcy got married. We have known each other since we were 3 years old.  Darcy was always the sweet and innocent one while I on the other hand just got us in trouble.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had so many great memories from diapers to dating and so forth.  We use to think we were so funny dressing up in her parents old clothes, sneaking outside and then knocking on her front door and selling things to her parents.  We always thought they had no clue who we were.  Then there were the days of our art classes together.  We spent most of our time in the halls...  wether it was sneaking out to get our free soda's or getting kicked out of class and spending the rest of the time on the floor in the hall.  Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darcy is one of the most giving people out there.  She constantly is giving to everyone and is always mindful of her friends needs.  Basically, she has been a better friend then I have ever been. I love her so much!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy had a fun shower with that Naughy or Nice theme I like so much.  I put together a cute gift basket for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su54vlClv0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/itfHRR2b2kY/s1600-h/DSCF4483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su54vlClv0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/itfHRR2b2kY/s320/DSCF4483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385762055962434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su54vdsr1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/P_AmeF5YjBw/s1600-h/DSCF4473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su54vdsr1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/P_AmeF5YjBw/s320/DSCF4473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385760085038770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to be in her line and be a part of her beautiful wedding.  I have to say that her wedding was lovely.  The ceremony was beautiful and the reception was so fun.  I partied like I was in high school.  Loved it!  It was also nice to be surrounded by old friends and Darcy's family who I have always concidered a second faimily while growing up.  I didn't realize how much I had missed them until all of the wedding events began taking place.  I think this was one of my favorite weddings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5x0D1Y27I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uNxZbc8p0hI/s1600-h/DSCF4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5x0D1Y27I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uNxZbc8p0hI/s320/DSCF4553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399378142460173234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats Darcy and Danny!&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/7586173935253470771-1266463706785287075?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1266463706785287075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=1266463706785287075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1266463706785287075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1266463706785287075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-friends-wedding-take-two.html' title='Best Friends Wedding Take Two...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5xznOSvlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nC_oKTje73c/s72-c/DSCF4548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-165890112980635406</id><published>2009-11-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:11:52.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>My mom has been wanting to do a tea party with all of the granddaughters for a long time now.  Finally she got it all put together and I was able to join in on the fun.  My mom set up an adorable table with dolls and tea sets.  Each girl had to bring a doll to join them at the tea party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5zykfhzuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Bzyz7V6KFuU/s1600-h/DSCF4561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5zykfhzuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Bzyz7V6KFuU/s320/DSCF4561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399380315890372322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5zyH5ln7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zWRa9fFw2Mk/s1600-h/DSCF4560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5zyH5ln7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zWRa9fFw2Mk/s320/DSCF4560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399380308215046066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the party started with sandwiches and cupcakes.  After that all the girls got to color their own paper dolls.  We then went outside and turned on some music.  All of the girls danced around.  It was so cute.  When the dancing was done, we went back inside and my mom and I helped the girls make hats for their dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=154581571&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=154581571"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=154581571&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=154581571"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link7.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link7.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had a blast and are excited for next years tea party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5zzK0lhdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KvtmbspVWMs/s1600-h/DSCF4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5zzK0lhdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KvtmbspVWMs/s320/DSCF4648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399380326179243474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-165890112980635406?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/165890112980635406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=165890112980635406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/165890112980635406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/165890112980635406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/11/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5zykfhzuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Bzyz7V6KFuU/s72-c/DSCF4561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-1319997008258299827</id><published>2009-11-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:21:22.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie turned 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qTXUJ35I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oOLTpbqxvD0/s1600-h/DSCF4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qSRMGkUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TxYV-xtWYvs/s1600-h/DSCF4491.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qSRMGkUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TxYV-xtWYvs/s320/DSCF4491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399369865348157762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time flies like no other.  My little girl turned 2 in September.  We had a small birthday with the grandparents.  Addie thought it was the best day ever.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qTXUJ35I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oOLTpbqxvD0/s1600-h/DSCF4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qTEYa5GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jpRfz0DtJoY/s1600-h/DSCF4502.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qTEYa5GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jpRfz0DtJoY/s320/DSCF4502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399369879090029666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loved all of her gifts and was so excited to have a party with both grandparents.  Her and Tate love their Grandma's and Grandpa's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qTXUJ35I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oOLTpbqxvD0/s1600-h/DSCF4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qSlZhHeI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZR5x0S-XF00/s1600-h/DSCF4504.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qSlZhHeI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZR5x0S-XF00/s320/DSCF4504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399369870773132770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because of our crazy year I didn't get the chance to make Addie's cake.  I was sort of bummed, but it did relieve from some stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qTXUJ35I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oOLTpbqxvD0/s320/DSCF4509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399369884172410770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day birthday #2 was a success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-1319997008258299827?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1319997008258299827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=1319997008258299827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1319997008258299827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1319997008258299827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/11/addies-2.html' title='Addie turned 2'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5qSRMGkUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TxYV-xtWYvs/s72-c/DSCF4491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-3879438503777991252</id><published>2009-11-01T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:06:22.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little fishies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5odoA7g_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/J6YoXLOMADE/s1600-h/DSCF4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this summer we did lots of swimming.  We had swim lessons, went swimming at local pools and our favorite... boating.  Since I got so behind, I never got any of our swimming photos up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Tate and Addie are in swim lessons.  Tate loves it.  In fact this fall we put him on the swim team.  He loves it.  Addie I think finally is enjoying her lessons.  We are continuing them through the fall to make sure she keeps up her swimming.  She loves water, but doesn't necessarily like being told what to do. Where did she get her stubbornness from?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here are some pics from our swimming adventures this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5odoA7g_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/J6YoXLOMADE/s1600-h/DSCF4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5odoA7g_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/J6YoXLOMADE/s320/DSCF4465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399367861430617074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oTU15ztI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dIeCKlMnWrM/s1600-h/DSCF4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oTU15ztI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dIeCKlMnWrM/s320/DSCF4387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399367684485402322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oS4b6j3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/52o3HPM35ZI/s1600-h/DSCF4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oS4b6j3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/52o3HPM35ZI/s320/DSCF4385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399367676860206962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oShKxy6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eA4SwmJ3H8s/s1600-h/DSCF4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oShKxy6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eA4SwmJ3H8s/s320/DSCF4382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399367670614313890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oSBaDHxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/79PioIKgyvI/s1600-h/DSCF4381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oSBaDHxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/79PioIKgyvI/s320/DSCF4381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399367662088429330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oRzNmNdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/98roAr86CrM/s1600-h/DSCF4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5oRzNmNdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/98roAr86CrM/s320/DSCF4380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399367658278106578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-3879438503777991252?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3879438503777991252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=3879438503777991252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3879438503777991252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3879438503777991252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-fishies.html' title='My little fishies'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/Su5odoA7g_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/J6YoXLOMADE/s72-c/DSCF4465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-6017095019256839805</id><published>2009-08-03T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:51:29.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer of Snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndcXzI83OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NDKm7sZBP1c/s1600-h/DSCF4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWWBDMmqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jOWRQZB9acs/s1600-h/Claude+and+Coleen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we have almost had a full summer of Snow.  Not the white stuff, but my husbands parents and siblings.  Seriously though, I have really enjoyed it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, the Snow clan has had several events planned this year.  We had our cruise, a wedding, reunion and most recent Matt's parents 50th anniversary.  This was a great honor to be involved in as I have great respect for both of Matt's parents. I am so lucky to have them as my second parents.  Matt's dad is the funniest man and such a fun grandpa.  Matt's mom would do anything for her family and both her and her husbands life is revolved around serving their children and grandchildren.  They are full of so much love and support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was given a responsibility for the 50th.  I was asked to draw a portrait of the in-laws in their younger years, with the temple in the background.  I am so rusty right now and it gets very frustrating only being able to draw once a year if even that.  After many pencils being thrown and piles of eraser dust accumulating on the floor, I finished my masterpiece.  I shouldn't even show you the pictures I worked from because the drawing probably doesn't fit them exactly.  Of course I have an excuse though.   I had to work from 4 pictures of Matt's mom because of how I set the picture up.  Also the wedding picture provided was not the best pose to work off of as well as it wasn't all that clear.  This made it very difficult.   I was so relived to have it over. But being I don't get to draw like I once did, I was still somewhat happy with the results.  Here are some of the pics I worked from and the final portrait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWWBDMmqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jOWRQZB9acs/s1600-h/Claude+and+Coleen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWWBDMmqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jOWRQZB9acs/s320/Claude+and+Coleen1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852417274190498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWI2N-VdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2A6awmmmPUU/s1600-h/Coleen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWI2N-VdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2A6awmmmPUU/s320/Coleen2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852191028303314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWIpep2dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iOZoFIEP6kE/s1600-h/Claude2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWIpep2dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iOZoFIEP6kE/s320/Claude2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852187608603090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWIe4If3I/AAAAAAAAADw/flX8qYCWnKw/s1600-h/DSCF4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWIe4If3I/AAAAAAAAADw/flX8qYCWnKw/s320/DSCF4408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852184762679154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the event began we did a mega family picture.  We got almost everyone there.  This is quite a miracle when you know the size of family Matt is in.  There are 8 children all whom are married and have children themselves.  There is even great children now.  I know there is well over 30 grandchildren and great grandchildren. We were also able to get some pics of Matt, I and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndcXzI83OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NDKm7sZBP1c/s1600-h/DSCF4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndcXzI83OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NDKm7sZBP1c/s320/DSCF4425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859044969733346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndcXr6DXWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Dru5Y-Gk6Z4/s1600-h/DSCF4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndcXr6DXWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Dru5Y-Gk6Z4/s320/DSCF4411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859043028196706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndcXQpffXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/323uJ3NNUq8/s1600-h/DSCF4407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndcXQpffXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/323uJ3NNUq8/s320/DSCF4407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859035710979442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt emceed the program and did a wonderful job.  All of Matt's siblings created the perfect 50th anniversary celebration.  The decorations were awesome, the food was delicious and there was a wonderful slide show created from the "millions" of pictures Matt's mom had taken.  I am not joking when I say millions of pictures.  She is the picture queen, although it is obvious we couldn't fit all of them in a slide show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=141463795&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=141463795"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=141463795&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=141463795"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=141463795"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/get_songs.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 50th Claude and Coleen&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-6017095019256839805?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6017095019256839805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=6017095019256839805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/6017095019256839805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/6017095019256839805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-snow.html' title='The Summer of Snow...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndWWBDMmqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jOWRQZB9acs/s72-c/Claude+and+Coleen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-8072913214812919366</id><published>2009-09-04T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:19:34.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more crib...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SqFnYLboD8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/91hyECy3RKs/s1600-h/DSCF4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SqFnYLboD8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/91hyECy3RKs/s320/DSCF4470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377693095140265922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were saying, "No more binkie".  Instead it with out with the crib and in with a bed.  Poor Tate was getting in a lot of trouble one day and I had it.  He was sent to his room and at the same time I out Addie and bed.  Next thing I knew, Addie was walking around upstairs and Tate was running around with her.  "TATE!", I yelled.  "Did you let Addie out of her bed and room"?  Tate promised me he didn't, but I didn't believe him.  He was just causing way too much trouble that day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tate went back to his room and Addie was put back in bed.  Well a few minutes later Addie was out again.  This time I decided to give Tate the benefit of the doubt and after I put Addie back in her bed and room, I watched under the crack of the door.  Sure enough, Addie was getting out of the crib herself and opening her door.  Matt and I have since taken the crib down and Addie now has her own bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the binkie dilemma.  I was about to kill two birds with one stone.  I decided we would face the new bed, no binkie thing all at once.  We have tons of binkies so I cut 2 of them.  Addie was devastated.  She kept crying, "broke", "broke"!  When I tried to put her in bed with the broken binkie, it got worse.  I just couldn't face it.  So that story is going have to wait for now.&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/7586173935253470771-8072913214812919366?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8072913214812919366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=8072913214812919366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/8072913214812919366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/8072913214812919366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more-crib.html' title='No more crib...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SqFnYLboD8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/91hyECy3RKs/s72-c/DSCF4470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-8348558574690775704</id><published>2009-08-03T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:50:08.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndNHu5HR9I/AAAAAAAAADo/wxa0SsZDN90/s1600-h/DSCF4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndNHu5HR9I/AAAAAAAAADo/wxa0SsZDN90/s320/DSCF4295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365842276277241810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMHCbFrhI/AAAAAAAAADg/gwaH9S0wrW0/s1600-h/DSCF4286.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life I have had 2 long time Best Friends.  Both are getting married this year.  The first wedding has already come and gone.  This was my BFF Laurie.  We met way back in Jr. High.  At first I was totally annoyed by the girl, feelings were mutual.  I thought she was Little Miss Perfect sporten her large BYU earrings and private school girl BYU uniform (not really, but it looked like it), she though I was this crazy, hyperactive girl who was on the border line of crazy.  I think we both just gave each other the evil eye for the first while.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, we had a couple of classes together and one day The Beatles came up in conversation and BOOM!  We became friends because of the same interest.  After that we were hardly apart.  We had a bit of a goofy relationship and loved creating stories about the Beatles and us hanging out and getting married.  We even had a pretend wedding for Laurie and George one day.  I could go on and on about our crazy adventures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After graduation we decided to go to college and room together.  Again, we went on more crazy adventures and here was where I learned how true our friendship really was.   I loved having fun, but soon found myself in a bit of trouble.  Laurie could see this and she wasn't about to stand back and watch.  She warned me of the direction I was going and constantly kept an eye out for me.  She constantly made sure I was staying away from anyone who would bring me down in life.  It was because of her and her constant concern for me that I got through a rough spot in my life.  She was my family at that time and since, I consider her a sister.  I went through so many hard decisions at that time and she supported me in it all.  Even since I have had to turn to her for major comfort and support on even larger trials that have come my way.  She is the most amazing girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So enough of this mush, Laurie met this wonderful man away at school this year, where she was getting her masters.  I was super excited to hear when they finally got engaged.  With a little help from our friends we through an awesome shower with a "Naughty or Nice" theme.  We had games planned, but hadn't seen each other for so long that we just bagged the idea and visited.  It was super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMG22cCBI/AAAAAAAAADY/PyThkHdGJQQ/s1600-h/DSCF4275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMG22cCBI/AAAAAAAAADY/PyThkHdGJQQ/s320/DSCF4275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841161722005522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMGQx2N7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JgtyZoLFZTw/s1600-h/DSCF4276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMGQx2N7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JgtyZoLFZTw/s320/DSCF4276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841151502202802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMGAAaTPI/AAAAAAAAADI/xig0LIz50MU/s1600-h/DSCF4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMGAAaTPI/AAAAAAAAADI/xig0LIz50MU/s1600-h/DSCF4273.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMGAAaTPI/AAAAAAAAADI/xig0LIz50MU/s320/DSCF4273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841146999885042" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndMHCbFrhI/AAAAAAAAADg/gwaH9S0wrW0/s320/DSCF4286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841164828519954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to go to Laurie's wedding ceremony and it was beautiful.  She looked amazing in her dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to congratulate Clint and Laurie and let them both now how excited I am for them.  I love you both and can't wait for your next visit so that we can get together again.&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/7586173935253470771-8348558574690775704?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8348558574690775704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=8348558574690775704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/8348558574690775704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/8348558574690775704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-friends-wedding.html' title='Best Friends Wedding...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SndNHu5HR9I/AAAAAAAAADo/wxa0SsZDN90/s72-c/DSCF4295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-3266358460834617984</id><published>2009-07-08T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:05:57.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About exactly 1 month ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had our neighborhoods 4th of July celebration.  We have done this each year for the last 3 years.   Each year I help out and this year was no exception.  Me and a few other fun ladies form the hood have been planning this event for a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning started with the children's parade, where the kids decorate their wagons, bikes, etc and parade around the neighborhood.  We then had a marvelous breakfast with one of our neighbors special pancakes and another neighbors yummy homemade syrup.  Afterwards we got ready for games, face painting and baloon tieing.  The day continued with relay's and water games.  It was super fun for the kids and a bit kayatic for those of us who were throwing it together.  But overall, the tradition will continue on as we get ready to plan our next years 4th of July celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=141459605&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=141459605"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=141459605&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=141459605"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link1.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-3266358460834617984?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3266358460834617984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=3266358460834617984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3266358460834617984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3266358460834617984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-exactly-1-month-ago.html' title='About exactly 1 month ago....'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-7618654104669841503</id><published>2009-07-08T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:04:24.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird, no it's a plane.... Nope, it's just Tate learning about gravity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlUA7ruQ_iI/AAAAAAAAADA/lkKyQkNAKn4/s1600-h/DSCF3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlUA7ruQ_iI/AAAAAAAAADA/lkKyQkNAKn4/s320/DSCF3433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356188357176131106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this wonderful child I created?  I know exactly who he is, yet I am not sure he knows who he is.  So we were outside on the porch.  Tate was catching grasshoppers, which is his new favorite hobby, and I was sitting on our bench.  Tate decided to join me gor a minute and climbed up to sit next to me.  Next thing I know, I see Tate step back to the edge of the porch and take off towards the other end.  He then jump with his arms stretched outward and his body flat in the air.  He also did some weird twist/flip thing that I have no way of describing, but he had no attention on landing on his feet.  Therefore he landed flat on our unfinished flower-bed full of rocks.  Ouch!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tate obviously started crying and was covered with dirt and mild scrapes (luckily).  I asked him, "What were you doing"?  He then said, "I was trying to fly".  I couldn't help but laugh.  My four year old is so obsessed with super heroes, webs and flying.  It was bound to happen.  I am just glad this took place on our two foot patio and not from the roof of our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband told one of his co-workers of this incident and his co-worker replied something like this....  "It children like yours who we have to make labels on costumes and capes, that say "WARNING! Wearing this garment does not enable you to fly"".  For those of you who know Tate, he is wearing a super heroes costume or Super Here Pj's on a daily basis.  I think he learned his lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-7618654104669841503?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7618654104669841503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=7618654104669841503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7618654104669841503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7618654104669841503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-bird-no-its-plane-nope-its-just.html' title='It&apos;s a bird, no it&apos;s a plane.... Nope, it&apos;s just Tate learning about gravity!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlUA7ruQ_iI/AAAAAAAAADA/lkKyQkNAKn4/s72-c/DSCF3433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-44392417946795740</id><published>2009-07-05T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:03:41.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yanni Voices in Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGX67BUeBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mZhQNR1H1hs/s1600-h/DSCF4271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGX67BUeBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mZhQNR1H1hs/s320/DSCF4271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355228470451664914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love blogging.  I really do.  Recently I was given two tickets and backstage passes to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt; Voices concert.  For those of you who follow my other blog I am sure you heard all about it.  It was awesome.  I took my sister with me knowing Matt wouldn't appreciate it as much as she would.  They had the most amazing violinist there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGX6kNBtpI/AAAAAAAAACw/HeeX82SprYg/s1600-h/DSCF4270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGX6kNBtpI/AAAAAAAAACw/HeeX82SprYg/s320/DSCF4270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355228464326751890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we got to go back stage and meet the singers.  One was even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; graduate.  It was so fun and I was so glad to be able to spend the evening with my sister. &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/7586173935253470771-44392417946795740?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/44392417946795740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=44392417946795740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/44392417946795740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/44392417946795740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/07/yanni-voices-in-concert.html' title='Yanni Voices in Concert'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGX67BUeBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mZhQNR1H1hs/s72-c/DSCF4271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-4744235769374175893</id><published>2009-07-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:03:25.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommies Little Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGXnWKMZcI/AAAAAAAAACo/GDCXtZxZtZg/s1600-h/DSCF4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGXnWKMZcI/AAAAAAAAACo/GDCXtZxZtZg/s320/DSCF4264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355228134139258306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGXm51xmwI/AAAAAAAAACg/tDvqcP_b204/s1600-h/DSCF4263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGXm51xmwI/AAAAAAAAACg/tDvqcP_b204/s320/DSCF4263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355228126537423618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGXmkyVV2I/AAAAAAAAACY/VFGhze1JA1Q/s1600-h/DSCF4261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGXmkyVV2I/AAAAAAAAACY/VFGhze1JA1Q/s320/DSCF4261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355228120885843810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-4744235769374175893?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4744235769374175893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=4744235769374175893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/4744235769374175893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/4744235769374175893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommies-little-girl.html' title='Mommies Little Girl!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGXnWKMZcI/AAAAAAAAACo/GDCXtZxZtZg/s72-c/DSCF4264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-6896643711708464010</id><published>2009-07-05T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:01:12.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't he adorable....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being a parent you get really excited over every thing your child accomplishes.   Tate recently made it through his first year of pre-school.  Even though he has one more year left he and the other students took part in the pre-school graduation.  Matt and I were really excited to attend the event and see Tate sing with all his classmates.  I had also taken the time to work with Tate and help him memorize his one line for the his program.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day arrived and we got him all dressed up.  We even invited Grandma and Grandpa.  Below you can judge for yourself if we expected too much from our little guy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w254.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/snowbabe81/Tate/099a80b2.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/snowbabe81/Tate/?action=view&amp;amp;current=099a80b2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tate was not a happy camper as you can see.  I finally just decided instead of snapping the best picture I would try to take the worst possible picture ever.  It wasn't all that hard.  Tate didn't even budge out of his seat except for when his teacher came to give him his graduation cap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGTsU3Eo_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eMqnlSYYTDs/s320/DSCF4223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223821643457522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say my adorable little boy has mommies attitude.  We did however get a nice picture of Tate and his teacher.  he really did love his teacher.  She was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGTryIBqiI/AAAAAAAAACI/9PAAI2MK2VE/s320/DSCF4224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223812319324706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-6896643711708464010?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6896643711708464010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=6896643711708464010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/6896643711708464010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/6896643711708464010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/07/isnt-he-adorable.html' title='Isn&apos;t he adorable....'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125862557980170980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15396842880642987134'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGTsU3Eo_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eMqnlSYYTDs/s72-c/DSCF4223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-3165976537134484147</id><published>2009-05-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:47:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is with the new blog name???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGPpNxyEaI/AAAAAAAAABY/x0dEtXvxVJg/s1600-h/Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGPpNxyEaI/AAAAAAAAABY/x0dEtXvxVJg/s320/Wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219370156102050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really considering changing the title of our family blog.   I think "Our life is like a Sitcom" would be more suitable for us Snow's.  This must be why I love my life so much.  It seems like it all started when we first met....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many years ago...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt saw me and we hit it off.  Our so I thought.  Matt used his smooth talk and got me to go to the institute social.  We danced practically every other song....  Long story short, Matt also danced all the other songs with some other girl.  Both of the other girl and I must have been thinking the same thing, "We sure got this guy hooked".  At the end of the night I went to say goodbye to this tall and handsome fellow only to find him sitting mighty close to some girl (The other one from the dance).  I just told him I was leaving and he got up and said he wanted to say goodbye to my friends.  It was pretty odd since he hardly knew my friends and then immediatly asked me for my number.  Hmmm?  I gave it to him and waited for him to call...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Month later&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still hadn't heard from Matt.  I did however run into him after class one day.  He somehow had the nerve to say, "I was going to call you the other day....".  He wasn't so smooth at that moment.  Right then and there he asked me out and I hated to hurt the poor guys feelings who had just put his foot in his mouth, so I said, "sure".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;9  Months Later:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 months later we were married.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;7  Years Later:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are happy to say we have two of the cutest kids who were not planned.  In fact they were anything but planned.  Some may know the story, others may not.  Basically birth control has no power over God's will.  Or Matt just has to stop believing he is a doctor and knows which birth control works best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this last May I received a phone call from my mother in law.  She mentioned how our 7 year anniversary was coming up and asked if we wanted her to watch the  kids.  I was shopping at the store, at this time I immediately stopped my cart.  "Crap", my anniversary was the next day and I had completely forgotten.  Good news is I knew I could count on Matt to forget too.  I called my hubby up and asked if anything special was coming up and he answered "no".  I mentioned May 23 and of course he said, "doesn't sound familiar".  I was off the hook since both of us had forgotten our 7 year anniversary...  Our is it our 8th?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see.  This is "Our Life at It's Best".  I have to say I love every minute of it and even though Matt and I suck at remembering our anniversary, let alone our own birthdays, we love each other for the best or the worst.  I feel extremely lucky to have Matt at my side to laugh when laughter is needed and to support me when I am in need of comfort.  He is truly awesome and I don't think I could have found a more perfect match for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with this post I bring you "Life at Our Best".&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/7586173935253470771-3165976537134484147?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3165976537134484147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=3165976537134484147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3165976537134484147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/3165976537134484147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-with-new-blog-name.html' title='What is with the new blog name???'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6xXXf5jkjE/SlGPpNxyEaI/AAAAAAAAABY/x0dEtXvxVJg/s72-c/Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-1524956879637932128</id><published>2009-05-26T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:45:52.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast time flies.  Our cruise has already been over for 3 weeks now.  It was a great getaway and a much needed vacation.  As hard as it is to leave your little one's, I believe it is one of the healthiest things you can do for yourself and your relationship with your spouce.  You really do need that time together.  I came home ready to conquer motherhood again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to our trip.  Since I have taken so long to post you will all be getting the short version.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a red eye flight on our way to Miami.  Since it was so late and Matt and I were a bit gitty, we decided to plan a little joke on Matt's siblings we were flying with us.  We were the first to arrive to the airport and found a nice hiding spot in the corner where none of his siblings would see as as they approached our gate.  As soon as we saw them walking towards the gate Matt sent his sister Karen, who got all the flight scheduled and whom works for Delta, a text saying something like, "We were watching a movie and fell asleep.  We are just leaving and are going to be late...".  Right then we hear Matt's sister something like, "No way".  She was really getting nervous, then Matt's brother had to remind her that it was Matt.  (He is known for playing jokes on the family).  Anyway, I think Matt and I thought it was the funniest.  I guess you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/Shy_IqArRLI/AAAAAAAAA9c/L3lFO_x7YBg/s1600-h/DSCF4139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/Shy_IqArRLI/AAAAAAAAA9c/L3lFO_x7YBg/s200/DSCF4139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340353413591549106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we arrived to the ship tired and hungry.  Then the cruise began.  Our first stop was Grand Cayman.  This was where I was to take my first scuba adventure.  I was all sorts of nervous.  When they informed us our first dive was 110 feet deep and we would be going through tunnels...  I was out.  I jumped in the water to make it seem like I was all for it, but immediately said, "I am going to pass".  They talked me into going to down for a bit to see if I could adjust.  I went down touched the bottom and headed right up.  &lt;br /&gt;I did however do the second dive.  This one was a much better fit for me.  It was pretty cool to see the reef up close and swim with all the fishy's below.  The coolest part had to be when Matt and I spotted a 4 foot silver fish swimming below us.  We decided to swim a little closer and as we did the fish didn't even budge, it just looked at us and then we noticed the fish was a little freaky looking.  We did follow it a bit but tried to stay our distance, which was probably good since we found out afterwards it was a Barracuda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/Shy_I4Rl1EI/AAAAAAAAA9k/RbmT6pSNbf8/s1600-h/DSCF4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/Shy_I4Rl1EI/AAAAAAAAA9k/RbmT6pSNbf8/s200/DSCF4146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340353417420592194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we enjoyed the night life... Or in other words we caught up on much needed sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/Shy_JOQX5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/-e5V6R0jrZU/s1600-h/DSCF4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/Shy_JOQX5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/-e5V6R0jrZU/s200/DSCF4144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340353423321065442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second stop was Roatanne.  This was my favorite stop.  The island was small and beautiful.  I loved the people and the culture.  I had thought this would have been one of the most touristy islands, but it was defiantly the least.  Here we did a zip line though the jungle and Matt ate poison walnuts.  Leave it to my hubby to be so daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA55XpVhI/AAAAAAAAA98/ZcnDoapOsMo/s1600-h/DSCF4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA55XpVhI/AAAAAAAAA98/ZcnDoapOsMo/s200/DSCF4159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340355359039641106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA6q_N4OI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KBheoJt9eX0/s1600-h/DSCF4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA6q_N4OI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KBheoJt9eX0/s200/DSCF4169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340355372358951138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA6FT7E3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/onKasCwf_EY/s1600-h/DSCF4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA6FT7E3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/onKasCwf_EY/s200/DSCF4167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340355362245251954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA5te0wyI/AAAAAAAAA90/MLMI_WtZFU4/s1600-h/DSCF4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzA5te0wyI/AAAAAAAAA90/MLMI_WtZFU4/s200/DSCF4161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340355355848524578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop was Belize.  Here was where Matt and his brother took another scuba trip and got to use a really cool bathroom which was connected to the ocean.... in a way.  I nearly died riding in a van with Matt's other family members, on the roads of belize.  I think they said there were only 4 stop lights the whole city, so you can only imagine the kind of driving that was going on there.  I still don't know if they follow speed limits.  Besides the death ride we took an amazing hike in the jungle and  did some cave tubing in a river.  It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzCjiFScDI/AAAAAAAAA-U/PnbIYDUjdyA/s1600-h/DSCF4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzCjiFScDI/AAAAAAAAA-U/PnbIYDUjdyA/s200/DSCF4173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340357173854761010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all the while we enjoyed the "all you can eat" meals and ice-cream.  I think I had 3 or more ice-creams a day.  One night Matt and I decided we were going to order 3 desserts to share.  the waiter misunderstood us and brought us 3 desserts each.  We also celebrated Matt's parents anniversary coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzDf09I14I/AAAAAAAAA-c/oUH08ZA8yH4/s1600-h/DSCF4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzDf09I14I/AAAAAAAAA-c/oUH08ZA8yH4/s200/DSCF4175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340358209713002370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzDgbaigwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/VJgLwDb0otk/s1600-h/DSCF4180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzDgbaigwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/VJgLwDb0otk/s200/DSCF4180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340358220036866818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzDgtvR9qI/AAAAAAAAA-s/mpHN-9gug1s/s1600-h/DSCF4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzDgtvR9qI/AAAAAAAAA-s/mpHN-9gug1s/s200/DSCF4189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340358224955700898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the Swine Flu runied our last stop.  We were suppose to go to Cozmel, Mexico but instead got shipped to the Florida Key Islands.  We went here on our honeymoon and there wasn't a ton to do, but it is a cute island.  We did end up having a lot of fun though and rented bikes which we rode around the whole island.  So all ended up well in the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE7alNqXI/AAAAAAAAA_M/5hg30EeHJDQ/s1600-h/DSCF4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE7alNqXI/AAAAAAAAA_M/5hg30EeHJDQ/s200/DSCF4201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359783181298034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE67pdHyI/AAAAAAAAA_E/m9S5TJJReLc/s1600-h/DSCF4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE67pdHyI/AAAAAAAAA_E/m9S5TJJReLc/s200/DSCF4196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359774877589282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE6skMmQI/AAAAAAAAA-8/8KgDE761vbk/s1600-h/DSCF4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE6skMmQI/AAAAAAAAA-8/8KgDE761vbk/s200/DSCF4194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359770829003010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE6QjbGcI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Oc45ttOsq_s/s1600-h/DSCF4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/ShzE6QjbGcI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Oc45ttOsq_s/s200/DSCF4195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359763309566402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we arrived home and I was so excited to see the kids.  Tate told us to leave again and Addie wasn't sure how to act.  She was crying one second and laughing the next.  It was pretty funny.  All and All, it was a great vacation and Matt has great family.  Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-1524956879637932128?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1524956879637932128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=1524956879637932128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1524956879637932128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1524956879637932128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/05/cruise.html' title='The Cruise'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/Shy_IqArRLI/AAAAAAAAA9c/L3lFO_x7YBg/s72-c/DSCF4139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-7724746187500358552</id><published>2009-05-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:46:25.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>Recently Matt and I took a much needed vacation with his family and NO KIDS!  It was so awesome.  As you can see with my last couple of post I am really behind.  I don't even have Easter up yet.  I hope to get some pics and stories up for you by next week.  Maybe sooner.  I have a feeling I may get even more behind as summer gets closer.  I can't believe how much we have going on.  Ugh!  This is why our vacation was so awesome and much needed.  In the mean time I am catching up with everything that was left behind waiting to get done.  So until then know their is so much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtNTncIw8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Q-YE-jHKRc4/s1600-h/DSCF4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtNTncIw8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Q-YE-jHKRc4/s200/DSCF4146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335443182950335426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... and I went on my first official dive in the ocean.  I  got to be honest, I sort of whimped out of my first dive which would have been awesome.  But swimming in tunnels 100 feet sort of freaked me out.  But I did I did go on the next one and i have to say that is an accomplishment for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-7724746187500358552?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7724746187500358552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=7724746187500358552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7724746187500358552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/7724746187500358552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtNTncIw8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Q-YE-jHKRc4/s72-c/DSCF4146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-179880176020703319</id><published>2009-05-13T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:38:14.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie's All Girl!</title><content type='html'>It shocks me how kids sort of just take on their own traits.  Everyday Addie is always bringing me what she wants to wear.  For a while it was always shoes and a beautiful coat.  She recently got a tutu to review from TutuPosh Boutique and loves to put it on and dance around the house.  She is so funny and ALL GIRL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLhS_k8gI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yS3LhV_XOTE/s1600-h/DSCF4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLhS_k8gI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yS3LhV_XOTE/s200/DSCF4109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335441218956751362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLhOCHo3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/DEYRupd6yf0/s1600-h/DSCF4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLhOCHo3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/DEYRupd6yf0/s200/DSCF4108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335441217625236338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLOX_TnAI/AAAAAAAAA78/FWoj8C7fYH4/s1600-h/DSCF4207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLOX_TnAI/AAAAAAAAA78/FWoj8C7fYH4/s200/DSCF4207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335440893880278018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLOf3REMI/AAAAAAAAA70/2R7tWiCC8t0/s1600-h/DSCF4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLOf3REMI/AAAAAAAAA70/2R7tWiCC8t0/s200/DSCF4205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335440895994040514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-179880176020703319?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/179880176020703319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=179880176020703319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/179880176020703319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/179880176020703319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/05/addies-all-girl.html' title='Addie&apos;s All Girl!'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtLhS_k8gI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yS3LhV_XOTE/s72-c/DSCF4109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-6171711488276731712</id><published>2009-03-31T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:29:06.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tate's Birthday Week!</title><content type='html'>So Tate had his birthday back in March and I still haven't posted all the fun pics.  &lt;br /&gt;On his official birthday we didn't have anything planned, so last minute we called Tate's good friend and our neighbors to join us at Chucky Cheese.  Tate was so excited.  Addie was scared of pretty much everything, but after a while the mini-merry-go round became her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3VbDM1I/AAAAAAAAA68/FnFMEKwgdLg/s1600-h/DSCF4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3VbDM1I/AAAAAAAAA68/FnFMEKwgdLg/s200/DSCF4044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335438299031090002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3PN8q0I/AAAAAAAAA60/YBsS68lsx_I/s1600-h/DSCF4041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3PN8q0I/AAAAAAAAA60/YBsS68lsx_I/s200/DSCF4041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335438297365523266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI2zdswZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/VlFcgFRvob4/s1600-h/DSCF4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI2zdswZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/VlFcgFRvob4/s200/DSCF4035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335438289915396498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we decided to have a small birthday.  Last years birthday took a lot out of me and this year we had no time to throw a huge bash.  I didn't even make the cake, which I was actually bummed about but seriously these last two months have been CRAZY!!!  We invited the family over and of course Tate's love of his life, one of our little neighbors.  They both have the same fighsty personality and energy.  They are so funny.  Tate even gave her his old spiderman costume because he got a new one from mom and dad after his old one had been through so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3sloCSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/oHXX0FpI_xM/s1600-h/DSCF4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3sloCSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/oHXX0FpI_xM/s200/DSCF4054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335438305249462562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3QHN3WI/AAAAAAAAA7E/i9wTLkcSSbM/s1600-h/DSCF4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3QHN3WI/AAAAAAAAA7E/i9wTLkcSSbM/s200/DSCF4053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335438297605725538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtJl40OcJI/AAAAAAAAA7c/0CCC1SC4PrE/s1600-h/DSCF4057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtJl40OcJI/AAAAAAAAA7c/0CCC1SC4PrE/s200/DSCF4057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335439098805907602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtJl5k0ofI/AAAAAAAAA7U/WMBvi28Vkf4/s1600-h/DSCF4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtJl5k0ofI/AAAAAAAAA7U/WMBvi28Vkf4/s200/DSCF4060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335439099009737202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate was so excited about his birthday this year and can't wait till the next one.  He keeps talking about his 5th Birthday already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-6171711488276731712?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6171711488276731712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=6171711488276731712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/6171711488276731712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/6171711488276731712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/03/tates-birthday-week.html' title='Tate&apos;s Birthday Week!'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SgtI3VbDM1I/AAAAAAAAA68/FnFMEKwgdLg/s72-c/DSCF4044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-1036428892045563790</id><published>2009-03-31T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:37:52.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine would be the kids that eat the paint chips....</title><content type='html'>So Most kids would get a hold of make-up, markers or paint and draw all over themselves and others.  Oh no, not mine.  They choose to eat whatever they get a hold of.  This is why I have to have a hawks eye at all times.  Of course this is also impossible.  So one day Tate wanted to paint.  I pulled out all of the art supplies and the water colors and let Tate at it.  When he was finished we started cleaning up.  Phone rang....  I got distracted.  Bad mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tate had grabbed the art kit brought it into the living room and dumbed it everywhere so as I was talking on the phone I began cleaning it up, loosing track of what ever it was Addie was doing. As I was still chatting I picked up the box to bring it into the kitchen.   I looked at Addie sitting at the table, who then smiles at me  revealing a black mouth full of black teeth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdJiq3ZULII/AAAAAAAAA5I/RISLnFyeJ1w/s1600-h/DSCF4033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdJiq3ZULII/AAAAAAAAA5I/RISLnFyeJ1w/s200/DSCF4033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319422598442134658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdJiq5QB6XI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tKE0x_yphfA/s1600-h/DSCF4032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdJiq5QB6XI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tKE0x_yphfA/s200/DSCF4032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319422598940060018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately hung up the phone grabbed her began to wash her off but realized...... I had to take a picture.  Then I called poison control.  I know, wouldn't you do that first? I was pretty sure water colors weren't poisonous.   Oils, that would not be good, Acrylics hmmm not the worse, but not the safest.  Just to be safe about the water colors though I called.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie was fine and I was left with a beautuful daughter who had a black mouth all day.  Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi tasking just isn't my thing.  Those who say, it's natural for a mom, I disagree.   Still, it won;t stop me from trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-1036428892045563790?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1036428892045563790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=1036428892045563790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1036428892045563790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1036428892045563790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/03/mine-would-be-kids-that-eat-paint-chips.html' title='Mine would be the kids that eat the paint chips....'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdJiq3ZULII/AAAAAAAAA5I/RISLnFyeJ1w/s72-c/DSCF4033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-4427079987952052194</id><published>2009-03-30T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:15:56.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some adorable pics of Tate.</title><content type='html'>I took these one sunday when the kids actually let me get them dress AND FIX their hair.  This is not an easy task and honestly I usually give up and they go to places looking like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scaryanimalz.com/images/Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.scaryanimalz.com/images/Monkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is Tate at his best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdE1cvhkdGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-i6N6VN43Bc/s1600-h/DSCF4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdE1cvhkdGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-i6N6VN43Bc/s200/DSCF4028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319091402811143266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdE1VimhsuI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wR3zIjoadcw/s1600-h/DSCF4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdE1VimhsuI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wR3zIjoadcw/s200/DSCF4027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319091279083188962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... minus the funny faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-4427079987952052194?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4427079987952052194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=4427079987952052194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/4427079987952052194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/4427079987952052194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-adorable-pics-of-tate-and-addie.html' title='Some adorable pics of Tate.'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJHBjAqwIO0/SdE1cvhkdGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-i6N6VN43Bc/s72-c/DSCF4028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-2102170043209619513</id><published>2009-03-14T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:38:39.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission FAILED!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I must be crazy.  Seriously, what was I thinking?  My fear of water does not go way because I learned to swim.  &lt;br /&gt;So I went to my class and for the first hour I was really trying hard to not freak out.  I went under water did our simple exercises and would come back out of the water extremely relieve to still be alive.  I kept telling myself, "Your ok and your doing GREAT Tasha".  Keep in mind I WAS TELLING MYSELF.  So finally it was time to move from the shallow to the deep end of the pool.  I was fin for the first 5-10 min., but then 13 feet seemed a lot more like 100 feet to me and I sort of flipped out.  Well I stared getting worried and tapped my instructor to say I am ready to go up for air.  He tried really hard to calm me down and get me relaxed.  He really is a great instructor and for a few minutes I did calm down.  He had me looking at him and breathing slowly.  Then he passed me on to Matt and whoa...  Freak out time once again.  I started breathing crazy and blowing bubble everywhere and so my instructor smacked me in the face.  Well more like he hit my forehead with his palm of his and.  It got my attention and I don't blame him one but.  I needed something to distract me before I hurt myself.  Well the instructor gave in to my demands of letting me go up to the top and I was so relieved.  Then I burst into tears.  Yes, very embarrassing.  I was so disappointed in myself.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway long story short.  Mission to completely overcome fear of water.... FAILED.  For now that is.  I still got some crazy in me because I am going back tuesday to attempt it again.  Maybe....&lt;br /&gt;Well the good news is Matt did awesome.  I am a little bummed because I really want to experience the whole swimming under water and living the life of a fish thing.  But for those of you who have true phobias, I am guessing you know where I am coming from.  I realize i is all in my mind, but man your mind can really cause you to think all sort of things.  I know I was breathing totally fine under water.  I did it for several minutes.  But once my mind started running I swear no air was coming out of my mouth piece.  I am so frustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;I will keep you updated on my mission to conquer my fear.  Not that you care, but I feel better thinking you do ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thanks Brandi for keeping all thoughts to yourself.....  Ok I am totally calling you to see what the rest of your comment should have said.  Dang you!  Just Kidden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-2102170043209619513?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2102170043209619513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=2102170043209619513' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/2102170043209619513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/2102170043209619513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-failed.html' title='Mission FAILED!'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586173935253470771.post-1142692937231815773</id><published>2009-03-12T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:22:32.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I crazy?</title><content type='html'>So last year for some reason I got on a kick of conquering fears.  Maybe it is because of after having two kids I felt the need to be motivated towards something.  It seems I am taking one extreme to the next.  Let's run through last year.&lt;br /&gt;So I had not ridden a bike for years.  In fact I don't even know if owning a bike for one year at the age of 8 even counts.  Especially if I hardly rode it.  &lt;br /&gt;Where we live we see bikers everyday.  I think that is what gave me the thought, "I want a bike".  So I got my bike and Matt kept getting on my case about riding it.  I was extremely nervous.  When i finally rode the bike, Matt laughed and then he got mad.  It was then he realized I was telling the truth about not really ever riding a bike.  He was not too happy about putting so much money towards a nice rode bike.  I had to prove him wrong.  With the help of my extreme friend she talked me into taking one of my first rides on a up hill ride.  For those of you familiar with Suncrest in Draper Ut.  My first ride took place on the Utah county side of that hill.  I almost killed myself.  When we rode down the hill I almost killed myself for a second time.  I made it though and then developed a love for biking.  In fact before the weather got real bad I took my bike on the other side of the hill.  This is the South Mountain side and I don't believe I remember any flat spots.  I just remember it being a lot more steeper then the other side.  That was the only time I made that ride.  It was a killer.  So I accomplished my fear of riding a bike and speeding down a steep hill.  &lt;br /&gt;My other fear has always been water.  Some of my favorite sports are the water sports.  This does not mean I can swim and am not scared.  I hate putting my face under water.  If you dunk me, I WILL slap you.  I hate not being able to breath.  The thought of drowning terrifies me.  I have always been fine if I had a life jacket on.  In all honestly I sucked at swimming because I never swam.  Because I took on biking I decided I can now take on swimming.  This was a 3 month struggle.  Seriously it was.  There were days I would totally freak myself out and have to get our of the water.  I just couldn't breath.  Well I didn't give up and now I actually can swim laps.  Last year I swam 1 mile without stopping.  For all of you who are swimmers, I know that is easy, for me it was an accomplishment.  &lt;br /&gt;To end my year off with a bang I entered my first Triathlon.  It was just a sprint, but it took a lot of work and energy.  I like to think it took even more energy then usual since it was done outside in October in the rain.  Not sprinkling rain, this was a ton of rain.  I looked like a sewer rat when I was done and my legs were frozen.  But it was awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;So this year I am off looking for a new triathlon and maybe a half marathon.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, don't think I am going through the year without conquering yet another fear.  So how is this, scuba diving.  Talk about just learning to swim last year.  What am I thinking.  I also tend to think I am clostephobic (a word I can;t even spell) so this can't be good.  I have done snorkeling and It took me a while to adjust.  I wanted to freak out but I didn't.  So I am wondering if that makes this scuba diving thing a bad idea?  Probably, but I am a bit competitive and Matt said if I don't do it, he will still do it without me.  &lt;br /&gt;We will have our first dive in a pool on Saturday.  I will tell you how it goes.  If I make it out alive that is.  I realize it is a pool.  That is basically a kiddie pool compared to the ocean.  Oh wait, that is more like a Barbi size pool meant for toy dolls compared to the ocean.  After all the certification is over we will be using a great scuba skills when we go on a cruise next month.  Please don't scare me with your comments of near death experiences while scuba diving.  That will not help this situation.  It will probably put me in a worse situation because I am going to scuba now, we paid a butt load, and I really don't want to be thinking of those scary experiences while I am 60 feet below in the ocean.  Encouragement only please or just comment on some random thought.  &lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you enjoyed my crazy rambling of thoughts.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7586173935253470771-1142692937231815773?l=atourbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1142692937231815773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7586173935253470771&amp;postID=1142692937231815773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1142692937231815773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7586173935253470771/posts/default/1142692937231815773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atourbest.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-crazy.html' title='Am I crazy?'/><author><name>Mama Snow</name><email>Hail2theSnowQueen@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>