<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:37:30.189-07:00</updated><category term='[]'/><title type='text'>The DeHart Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3015538905769095704</id><published>2012-01-08T13:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:34:35.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCD Recipes</title><content type='html'>August of 2004 I was diagnosed with an auto immune disease called Ulcerative Colitis. My body thinks that my colon is an invader and my immune system goes into attack mode. There is no cure, I can only manage my symptoms. Just like anybody else, I didnt want to hear that bad news; I decided to stay in my safe place of denial. It wasn't until I was 36 weeks pregnant with my second son that I had my first real "flare up". It was scarey, but I was able to deliver him at 38 weeks and we were both fine. Several years later, I was hospitalized for two weeks and went through an amazingly awful period of time that made me unable to even care for my children. Long story short, I've been on a rolleroaster ride that I would really like to get off of. Being chronically sick is hard!!! Emotionally, physically... all of the above. Since Dec 19th I have dedicated myself (after stopping and starting this diet atleast twice) to do the SCD diet. This diet is specific for those suffering with an IBD (inflamed bowel diesase)such as Chrons or UC (Ulcerative Colitis). It also helps those with IBS, Diverticulitis, Celiacs and even Autisim. It's not a fun subject to talk about, but over the years I have felt very helpless. Nobody wants to feel that way. If I can help someone else who may be suffering from any of these conditions, or someone who has a sensitive digestive system, It would make my challenges seem more meaningful. Anyhow, my sister Cami and my friend Shawndra asked me to share some of my recipes, I thought I would post them here for anyone who wants to see. This diet has helped me sooo much over the years. If you would like more info, get a copy of the book "Breaking The Viscious Cycle" by Elaine Gotchall. I promise it will help you! The recipes I will share are grain, gluten, sugar and dairy free. I have made some amazing meals!! I am slowly starting to not feel so bad about my diesase. There is something I can do to help myself. That is so empowering to me, I love it!! Hope this will help someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian Lettuce Wraps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. ground pork or turkey (no additives or "natural flavors")I like pork&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C green pepper (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C onion (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;handful of fresh spinach, rinsed, dried and chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. crushed garlic (fresh or Spice World brand bottled)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 C Monterey Jack cheese (all legal cheeses need to be freshly grated, pre-grated is not legal)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;Butter lettuce leaves&lt;br /&gt;Sausage spice mixture &lt;br /&gt;Homemade Marinara sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sausage spice mixture&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp sage&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp each&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;fennel seed&lt;br /&gt;thyme&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp each&lt;br /&gt;white pepper&lt;br /&gt;cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;allspice&lt;br /&gt;ground clove&lt;br /&gt;nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinara Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 large bottle of Campbell's Tomato Juice (64 oz)&lt;br /&gt;3-4 fresh tomatoes (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 onion (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp oregano&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients and simmer on the stove until it thickens. About 1 1/2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;Remove the bay leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the sausage spice mixture to the pound of meat and mix well. In a large skillet, cook the sausage, green pepper and onion over med heat. Add the spinach, cheeses, red pepper flakes, and garlic; cook another 5 minutes. Spoon the mixture into butter lettuce leaves and top with marinara sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti and Meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Use the Marinara sauce recipe from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cook up spaghetti squash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C almond flour&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs. ground beef- lean&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C onion (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp fresh garlic&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs (slightly beaten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients and form into balls. Place on an oiled cookie sheet. Cook at 350 for 15-18 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the squash as your "noodles". Add the sauce and meatballs. Top with fresh parmesan cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan's Waffles&lt;/strong&gt;2 C Almond flour&lt;br /&gt;5 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp legal vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C honey&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients. Add the water at the end, add until you have the right consistency. Set the waffle maker to level 3.5 (if you can). The waffles cook very fast, dont walk away! Makes about 6 big waffles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey Syrup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 C water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix and heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Jam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lrg container of Strawberries (costco)chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place in med pot. Fill with water and add honey. Simmer down for several hours until it looks like jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3015538905769095704?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3015538905769095704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3015538905769095704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2012/01/scd-recipes.html' title='SCD Recipes'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-838233860052833346</id><published>2011-03-30T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:37:35.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a4d334f54677a4d6a673d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a4d334f54677a4d6a673d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own collage - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Make a collage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-838233860052833346?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/838233860052833346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/838233860052833346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2011/03/make-collage.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-8453639145923757662</id><published>2010-11-15T09:49:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:05:28.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawson!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TOFn_1W0T6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/I82dzDizkm4/s1600/DSC06115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TOFnTfyGWII/AAAAAAAAAtc/HBJB_FgsMIk/s400/DSC06072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539822601289226370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TOFnKEo2cCI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fiDZZFhIdqQ/s1600/DSC06066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TOFnKEo2cCI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fiDZZFhIdqQ/s400/DSC06066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539822439383855138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TOFm0KzLLOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/IUObgh9RUSU/s1600/DSC06119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TOFm0KzLLOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/IUObgh9RUSU/s400/DSC06119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539822063080647906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! I am so happy to post that I am not pregnant anymore. Everything went as well as could be expected with the birth of Lawson. He was born Friday Nov 12th @ 11:47 in Layfayette, CO. He was 6 lb. 9.8 oz. and 19 1/2 in. long. He does have jet black hair- just not as much as the other two and it is bald on top and thick around the hairline- my little old man!!!! He is too cute. I am doing well and only stayed in the hospital a day and a half. Lawson had a little breathing problems and they took him to the NICCU for about an hour to check him out because he was "singing". Everything is good- he is eating and sleeping good and we couldn't love the little guy anymore!!!! We are excited for all the plans being made for his blessing and the Holidays and we look forward to seeing everyone!! Love ya- Here are some pics.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-8453639145923757662?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8453639145923757662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8453639145923757662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2010/11/lawson.html' title='Lawson!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TOFn_1W0T6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/I82dzDizkm4/s72-c/DSC06115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-165359533253291046</id><published>2010-07-06T18:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:23:09.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby Boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TDPk-fM6T4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3ttI0JmA8NI/s1600/DEHARTMEGAN20100628174656156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TDPk-fM6T4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3ttI0JmA8NI/s400/DEHARTMEGAN20100628174656156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490984132873441154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TDPTdLsUkEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xKOC23O4rkY/s1600/DEHARTMEGAN20100628171657427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TDPTdLsUkEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xKOC23O4rkY/s400/DEHARTMEGAN20100628171657427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490964869003120706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!! I had the ultra sound a few days ago and it was so very good to see the little guy and be able to call the baby a boy instead of an "it"!! All is well with the baby- as far as we can tell. He is for sure a boy and we are all so excited to have three boys. I'm not sure if I will have more with my health problems and I happy to be a mom of three beautiful, healthy boys. I couldn't feel more blessed. I think other people are way more dissapointed than me that I didn't get a girl. I want to continue the L name trend with this one, but I am having a hard time liking any of the L names I have heard or found online. Let me know is you have any suggestions that you are willing to share!!  I am feeling soo much better- as far as the morning sickness is concerned. This go round has been the hardest by far... I want to heave just thinking about it right now. Things are good and I can't wait to hold this little boy. I'll have to be patient!! Here are some pics from the ultrasound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-165359533253291046?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/165359533253291046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/165359533253291046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-baby-boy.html' title='Another Baby Boy!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/TDPk-fM6T4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3ttI0JmA8NI/s72-c/DEHARTMEGAN20100628174656156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5457214253187959891</id><published>2010-04-12T11:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:57:38.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I seem to have forgotten...</title><content type='html'>Today I am sooo sick!! I have absolutely zero motivation to move at all. Good thing Landon LOVES Curious George, I have come to love him as well. I have been wanting another baby for years and haven't been able to get pregnant due to health reasons. Now I am, and I am more than over joyed about the end result- I can't even express it. It's been over 4 years since I was pregnant with Landon and I think that I have forgotten how dang hard it is. I feel like a totally different person. I have to keep telling myself that it is ok that  my 1st grader has been late to school for the last week and that my home looks like a bomb went off.  Matt was laid off from his job in September and it took him over 6 months to find a new job. I loved having him home, but the experience was more than challenging. He is always so helpful to me with the kids and the house and I totally got used to him being around to help me. He started his new job last week and I am trying my hardest to take care of everything while I feel like dying. Crazy timing!! I know it's not a coincidence- I'm growing stronger every day:) I've been making plans as to what I would do and where I would shopping when Matt got a new job... I didn't really picture myself lifeless on the couch. I guess it's good for the bank account!! Here's to time flying by, let's all pray for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5457214253187959891?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5457214253187959891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5457214253187959891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-seem-to-have-forgotten.html' title='I seem to have forgotten...'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-4319311614831780501</id><published>2010-02-05T18:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:49:57.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeHart Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_11e6PXI/AAAAAAAAArA/cRUhQbIflng/s1600-h/DSC05705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_11e6PXI/AAAAAAAAArA/cRUhQbIflng/s400/DSC05705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434929781940043122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt thought it was so funny to give the boys stashes. It was all fun and games until we had to pin Landon down to scrub his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_1sVVkqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SDBQhOdQkes/s1600-h/DSC05708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_1sVVkqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SDBQhOdQkes/s400/DSC05708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434929779483972258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum! Nothing better than an ice cream sundae!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_1G3CRUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/CNUiG-MDmIs/s1600-h/DSC05726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_1G3CRUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/CNUiG-MDmIs/s400/DSC05726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434929769424766274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon loves my hats. The boys call me "aunt Cami" when I wear this one!&lt;br /&gt;No, that in NOT my butt in the background :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_08uS4AI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Sv8SqtTcOM4/s1600-h/DSC05728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_08uS4AI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Sv8SqtTcOM4/s400/DSC05728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434929766703751170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_0ipJ4sI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1cTHl52ALww/s1600-h/DSC05729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_0ipJ4sI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1cTHl52ALww/s400/DSC05729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434929759702868674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Shauntel and her family sent us "love in a box" the other day. It came complete with streamers, Valentine tinsel, a cake mix and frosting, and other treats for the boys. We loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes- we are still alive. I have had a few requests from family to post pictures and updates.... here it is!!! Life has been a roller coaster- But, I am happy to say that my health is 1,000 x better and I couldn't be more thankful. No more medication!!! It's great.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a hard day and I've decided that I am going to make a thankful list. Here it is: (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Landon&lt;br /&gt;Charlie (yes, he barely made the list)&lt;br /&gt;happy marriage&lt;br /&gt;eternal family&lt;br /&gt;good health&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;my sisters&lt;br /&gt;a warm, safe home&lt;br /&gt;my salon&lt;br /&gt;Royal Blue Ink- my new job&lt;br /&gt;good friends&lt;br /&gt;strong testimony&lt;br /&gt;Primary- my amazing counselors, and the darling kiddos&lt;br /&gt;running&lt;br /&gt;swimming&lt;br /&gt;electric blanket&lt;br /&gt;fireplace&lt;br /&gt;finished basement&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter, oatmeal, choc chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;food storage&lt;br /&gt;savings account&lt;br /&gt;tax returns&lt;br /&gt;piano&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;scriptures&lt;br /&gt;temple&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln's improvement in school&lt;br /&gt;clothes&lt;br /&gt;health insurance&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;hard working husband&lt;br /&gt;good doctors&lt;br /&gt;prayer&lt;br /&gt;ward family&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;healthy children&lt;br /&gt;the anonymous person who payed for Landon's preschool- I will forever me grateful&lt;br /&gt;the new stop lights in J town&lt;br /&gt;missionaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list could go on and on. It's amazing to me that one, or maybe two, trials can make me forget this incredible list of blessings. My mom has a saying that sits on her window seal by her kitchen sink that says: "Gratitude turns what we have into enough". I have thought about that so much lately. It's true. I am so grateful for the things that I DO have. Most of the time this life makes no logical sense.  When I remember why we are here and think of things in the the eternal perspective, I have the strength to keep on keeping on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-4319311614831780501?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4319311614831780501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4319311614831780501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2010/02/dehart-update.html' title='DeHart Update'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2y_11e6PXI/AAAAAAAAArA/cRUhQbIflng/s72-c/DSC05705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3893032134285343530</id><published>2009-07-06T20:50:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:31:23.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Summer I thought it would be.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLIdWMJb8I/AAAAAAAAApw/wu3TzQogFeU/s1600-h/DSC05280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355563313395232706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLIdWMJb8I/AAAAAAAAApw/wu3TzQogFeU/s400/DSC05280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What, it's July 6th already? The last few months have been a huge blur for me. Actually, the last year I have been pretty sick and dealing with colon issues. Recently, I have spent a few weeks in the hospital while the doctors have been trying to figure things out. The day after Lincoln graduated from Kindergarten, my mom took my boys to Utah and they were there for three weeks while I was recovering. Life has been a little crazy, but I still can't help but think how blessed I am- even when things seem to really suck!!! Matt took me to a really nice resort up in Vail just before we went to Grand Junction to meet his parents and pick up the boys. It was really beautiful. We celebrated our 8th anniversary- it was just what I needed, a little R&amp;amp;R in a nice place- no one trying to draw my blood or start an IV. It was soo hard to have the boys gone from me for so long. The reunion was so good though. I love those little boys. It truly made me see motherhood in a different light. I am so happy to be feeling well enough to take care of them.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLIM6WkIcI/AAAAAAAAApo/DyjGEDiP18U/s1600-h/DSC05308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355563031044825538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLIM6WkIcI/AAAAAAAAApo/DyjGEDiP18U/s400/DSC05308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLHzDnK_GI/AAAAAAAAApg/Hii5E-wXnKQ/s1600-h/DSC05300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355562586853801058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLHzDnK_GI/AAAAAAAAApg/Hii5E-wXnKQ/s400/DSC05300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLHg7xNsVI/AAAAAAAAApY/_ffgQZmb8AA/s1600-h/DSC05319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355562275510792530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLHg7xNsVI/AAAAAAAAApY/_ffgQZmb8AA/s400/DSC05319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to celebrate the big 30!!!! I had a really low key day... just what I wanted. No drama!!! I'm done with that for now. Every year we go to MiMi's cafe and have pecan pie for my birthday cake. This year we went, but they didn't have pie. Matt desperately tried to call around to bakeries in the area and find some for me, but we lucked out.  So, we came home and I made one  (if you look hard enough, you can see that Matt put a candle in the uncooked pie crust) and then they sang to me. It was sweet. I ate a piece with Matt and then I threw the rest away. I shouldn't have eaten even the one piece (I can't eat very much these days). Anyway- it was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLHPjd2VzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uD_IE0bTN0A/s1600-h/DSC05325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355561976929343282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLHPjd2VzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uD_IE0bTN0A/s400/DSC05325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's day was fun. Again- we had a stay at home day and we loved it. Matt has been so supportive and great to me. I seriously don't know what I would do without him. Love ya Matty!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started a new IV infusion medication that seems to be working and I am looking forward to the "ween down" off of the steriods. I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to the moon face dissapearing. I know it is temporary and not the most crucial thing to worry about- concidering everything else. I am just happy to be home spending my summer days with my babies... even if things aren't turning out how I planned them to, do you think I'll ever learn? I need to toss my planner out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3893032134285343530?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3893032134285343530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3893032134285343530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-summer-i-thought-it-would-be.html' title='Not the Summer I thought it would be.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SlLIdWMJb8I/AAAAAAAAApw/wu3TzQogFeU/s72-c/DSC05280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-7912762974134526983</id><published>2009-04-16T11:00:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:41:23.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed7umU8iSI/AAAAAAAAApA/tNZ2BR7cifE/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325361124881500450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed7umU8iSI/AAAAAAAAApA/tNZ2BR7cifE/s400/DSC05259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed7m0h_tAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oIBC4foMaCE/s1600-h/DSC05239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325360991255376898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed7m0h_tAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oIBC4foMaCE/s400/DSC05239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed7eN1r9GI/AAAAAAAAAow/demtItK6GnA/s1600-h/DSC05250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325360843430032482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed7eN1r9GI/AAAAAAAAAow/demtItK6GnA/s400/DSC05250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed6Mt7kbdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/nRi8d-QKHq4/s1600-h/DSC05235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359443295366610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed6Mt7kbdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/nRi8d-QKHq4/s400/DSC05235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed5_nC0eYI/AAAAAAAAAog/5yKV_-Ui6_A/s1600-h/DSC05231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359218108430722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed5_nC0eYI/AAAAAAAAAog/5yKV_-Ui6_A/s400/DSC05231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed51lU0-4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/Bks5brr_dOo/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359045848398722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed51lU0-4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/Bks5brr_dOo/s400/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed5qE9FTjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_dRkXcjlTTk/s1600-h/DSC05230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325358848180309554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed5qE9FTjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_dRkXcjlTTk/s400/DSC05230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed5QZPcBDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/HmF5QmznwNI/s1600-h/DSC05203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325358406949405746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed5QZPcBDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/HmF5QmznwNI/s400/DSC05203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a lot of fun things going on lately. A good change from the last month or so. I have been really sick. No- I am not pregnant. It hasn't been the happy kind of sick. Anyway- I am feeling a lot better and now that I am emerging back into real life... I thought I would update my blog!! Lincoln turned 6 on April 2nd and we had a really fun birthday party for him. Thanks to the internet, I came up with some really great ideas for a Star Wars themed party. This is the first "themed" party I have done for either of my boys. Lincoln has always been happy with taking a buddy to Chucky Cheese and Landon just plain doesn't care yet! I made "light sabers" for the kids out of pool noodles and duct tape. They had a good old time running around attacking Darth Vader (aka: Matt). We let the kids choose their snacks from the dark side of the table, or the light side. They could choose to have "yoda soda" or "darth malts". I made them all little Jedi costumes out of brown felt and rope... it was a lot of fun. Matt can't decide who had more fun, me or the kids!!! It was probably me- I'm a little geeky!!! Then there was conference. I just love conference weekend. I get to have my family at home all to myself all weekend laying around in our jammies. It's the best!!! Then of course there was Easter in there. I just feel really uplifted to have been able to focus on the Savior and to remember all that He has done for me. I am just really thankful right now. Thankful for my improved health, for my faith, my family and all of my good friends who have helped us sooo much over the last couple of months. Today- we are going to the Denver temple with some good friends. Matt and I don't usually get to go together, we trade off. To get there and back with the session and dinner and all, it takes atleast 6 hrs. Getting a babysitter is so expensive for that long. Anyway- I am excited to go with Matt today. I really need it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-7912762974134526983?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7912762974134526983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7912762974134526983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2009/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Sed7umU8iSI/AAAAAAAAApA/tNZ2BR7cifE/s72-c/DSC05259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-1084258513158768641</id><published>2009-02-03T12:24:00.023-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:26:32.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlast.... A new post!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYik_CKYjEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zQI5sIrKI0c/s1600-h/0716+4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298666364420525122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYik_CKYjEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zQI5sIrKI0c/s400/0716+4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are our new 2009 family pictures! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYikfQxyl_I/AAAAAAAAAno/kMb09nK7siA/s1600-h/0802+Landon+2x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298665818588092402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYikfQxyl_I/AAAAAAAAAno/kMb09nK7siA/s400/0802+Landon+2x2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get as many good pictures as I wanted because it was sooo cold the day we took them. Oh well, I did get some good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYikSBTFv1I/AAAAAAAAAng/6jXJWxY_Wtw/s1600-h/0745+Lincoln+2x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298665591094493010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYikSBTFv1I/AAAAAAAAAng/6jXJWxY_Wtw/s400/0745+Lincoln+2x2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYij4FCmL-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/7jb0VAw6D14/s1600-h/DSC05145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298665145422458850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYij4FCmL-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/7jb0VAw6D14/s400/DSC05145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our "cowboy west" he has been so fun these days. He cracks us up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiilwsHVVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RkgvCyABCmQ/s1600-h/DSC05142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663731210179922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiilwsHVVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RkgvCyABCmQ/s400/DSC05142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln got to choose whatever kind if cookies he wanted last Thur. after school because he is doing such a good job listening to his teachers. He chose sugar cookies with white frosting and sprinkles... it took hours!! I'm sure all you mom's understand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiiLH2kuiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/z9SU5Rtp4aI/s1600-h/DSC05141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663273571596834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiiLH2kuiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/z9SU5Rtp4aI/s400/DSC05141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYihuK9LvpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/AVKo_oPSRMQ/s1600-h/DSC05137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298662776188419730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYihuK9LvpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/AVKo_oPSRMQ/s400/DSC05137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Hot Wheels race track was a hit and I think it was the cheapest toy of them all!!!! Like Landon's hat.... see explanantion below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYihWSYoBiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fP6zyTitKIk/s1600-h/DSC05129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298662365865707042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYihWSYoBiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fP6zyTitKIk/s400/DSC05129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play dress up a lot at our house and Landon is obsessed with Thomas the Train. When I found this costume of clearance after Halloween, I was sooo excited to give it to him for Christmas. When he opened it, he pushed it away and said " Ewwww, yucky!"  What? I was so dissapointed, but it was hillarious. Matt even got it on video. Later that day, he did agree to atleast put the hat on. Happily I can now say that he loves the costume and wants to wear it often!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYigzQ_Yc7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/fMDLWuCBf1s/s1600-h/DSC05134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298661764195972018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYigzQ_Yc7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/fMDLWuCBf1s/s400/DSC05134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious George is a hit at the DeHart home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYigQksgtmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LZLgG7TYI3I/s1600-h/DSC05131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298661168190109282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYigQksgtmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LZLgG7TYI3I/s400/DSC05131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy Matty in his new (much needed) coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYif8AZo8dI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tpZt9EGZj-s/s1600-h/DSC05127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298660814849896914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYif8AZo8dI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tpZt9EGZj-s/s400/DSC05127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he loves Thomas aka "Tom, Tom" ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYifrp3u6hI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bw9UKsz8Buk/s1600-h/DSC05126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298660533924194834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYifrp3u6hI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bw9UKsz8Buk/s400/DSC05126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "BRU" hat. Love the smile. Oh, the orthodontics bills we will soon have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYifVdtGnmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1oX0dia6ehA/s1600-h/DSC05116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298660152701263458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYifVdtGnmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1oX0dia6ehA/s400/DSC05116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt making us all German pancakes Christmas morning. Sporting one of the coordinating aprons my mother so lovingly made for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYie8txdKVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/mqHvySrPQGU/s1600-h/DSC05120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298659727517755730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYie8txdKVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/mqHvySrPQGU/s400/DSC05120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Charlie had a great Christmas. He has now become an even lazier dog now that he has then comfy bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYieVTT6D5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/bWiYK7Jn2OU/s1600-h/DSC05114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298659050399600530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYieVTT6D5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/bWiYK7Jn2OU/s400/DSC05114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "kids" tree. I let go a little this year and let them decorate the basement tree. It was hard, but atleast I had about three other trees the decorate myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYieKFE2LfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pIOg6R9i5jM/s1600-h/DSC05113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658857599774194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYieKFE2LfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pIOg6R9i5jM/s400/DSC05113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYid73IxJVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/NbRr5g08IP8/s1600-h/DSC05112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658613339956562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYid73IxJVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/NbRr5g08IP8/s400/DSC05112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYidjLplM_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/LoYdnEc7ym4/s1600-h/DSC05110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658189349565426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYidjLplM_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/LoYdnEc7ym4/s400/DSC05110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYidSNc_5cI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OUfH5fRxE9M/s1600-h/DSC05103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298657897775883714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYidSNc_5cI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OUfH5fRxE9M/s400/DSC05103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve. It was so nice to be home for Christmas. We traveled to Utah the week before and had a good time. We loved seeing all that snow!!! Woodland Hills was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYic2F-y0HI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Luy9GDeLCKI/s1600-h/DSC05075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298657414733811826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYic2F-y0HI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Luy9GDeLCKI/s400/DSC05075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar cookie decorating @ Grandma Karren's. Oh what fun!! I think Lincoln used all the spinkles in the house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYia6X4GeUI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/g6OAS_pDf_Y/s1600-h/DSC05077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298655289233799490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYia6X4GeUI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/g6OAS_pDf_Y/s400/DSC05077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiauxnOFlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/V8jRr6LNmwE/s1600-h/DSC05069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298655089983886930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiauxnOFlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/V8jRr6LNmwE/s400/DSC05069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Kindergarten Christmas program. It was so cute and I loved how short it was.  Short and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiagVX0SWI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8QQLV_X-6SI/s1600-h/DSC05066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298654841884920162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYiagVX0SWI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8QQLV_X-6SI/s400/DSC05066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-1084258513158768641?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1084258513158768641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1084258513158768641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2009/02/atlast-new-post.html' title='Atlast.... A new post!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SYik_CKYjEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zQI5sIrKI0c/s72-c/0716+4x6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-8099359308665520341</id><published>2009-01-28T14:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:53:24.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Primary President???</title><content type='html'>Need I say more? Are you wondering why I haven't posted for Oh, so long? I know that there are many of you out there who can give me good advice!! Help! I need all I can get! Some day I will get around to posting Christmas. We had a good holiday. It went by way too fast- as always.  Until I find some more time... this post will have to do. Hope everyone is doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-8099359308665520341?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8099359308665520341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8099359308665520341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-primary-president.html' title='What? Primary President???'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3064088620344703668</id><published>2008-11-27T16:40:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:19:32.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving etc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8zKq0olWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-Cn0mC_khoI/s1600-h/DSC05027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273489947060901218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8zKq0olWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-Cn0mC_khoI/s400/DSC05027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I think this post might be my longest one ever! Are you ready? Today I am very thankful, I could go on and on. I have sooo many blessings. This year was the first time we stayed home and had Thanksgiving with just our little family. Over the last couple weeks I must admit that I have had some anxiety/ sadness about it. That might sound odd, and I won't go into detail... Now that Thanksgiving has come and almost gone, I don't think that I have ever had such a good thanksgiving. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8y2jXt06I/AAAAAAAAAcY/jOPPKCFFgC4/s1600-h/DSC05034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273489601463178146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8y2jXt06I/AAAAAAAAAcY/jOPPKCFFgC4/s400/DSC05034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had such a good couple of days. Matt took the day off of work yesterday and I got an early jump on making my very first entire Thanksgiving dinner. It was great- I turned on Christmas music and had a good old time making a feast for my family. Even the Rhodes rolls worked- I realize that they are supposed to be easy, that's the point-right? Not for me. Everytime I have tried to make them, something dumb happens. But not this time- they worked and they were so yummy with honey butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8yrh_s9II/AAAAAAAAAcQ/65ARISw-mjo/s1600-h/DSC05028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273489412115461250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8yrh_s9II/AAAAAAAAAcQ/65ARISw-mjo/s400/DSC05028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt took care of the mashed potatoes and gravy. After returning home from the "Turkey Bowl" game. I am happy that he returned home in one piece. Although, he is having a hard time moving after all the "exercise"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8ygleVIbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GgXoMhEq7u8/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273489224070668722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8ygleVIbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GgXoMhEq7u8/s400/DSC05032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln and Landon thought they were so sneeky getting the stool and helping themselves to the cheese and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8ySwWcduI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Be7oi3KW8mQ/s1600-h/DSC05041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273488986472216290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8ySwWcduI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Be7oi3KW8mQ/s400/DSC05041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made the holiday so much more festive to have an assortment of Lincoln's kindergarten art all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8yDORDrXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4Kj4bw49U2U/s1600-h/DSC05045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273488719624777074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8yDORDrXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4Kj4bw49U2U/s400/DSC05045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon was very unhappy with me for combing his hair just before the picture. Later, he made his "do " even better by rubbing mashed potatoes through it. I love that today has been so relaxing. No stress, we ate when we wanted to and best of all, I didn't feel like my home had to be spotlessly clean. However, I do love the huge Thanksgiving meals and seeing family and friends that you don't get to see very often, I do miss that this year. So, for those of you that we didn't get to spend this wonderful holiday with, we love you and look forward to seeing you next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xoX6NZXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Yw9cOfk6gtY/s1600-h/DSC05062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273488258356831602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xoX6NZXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Yw9cOfk6gtY/s400/DSC05062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next several pictures are of our basement. I have been telling people that I would post pictures. Here they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xXLp_MSI/AAAAAAAAAbo/KLP5zZwHqaM/s1600-h/DSC05060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273487963009790242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xXLp_MSI/AAAAAAAAAbo/KLP5zZwHqaM/s400/DSC05060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry storage closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xOeJJMWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/z2VcwWVpQI8/s1600-h/DSC05061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273487813353484642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xOeJJMWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/z2VcwWVpQI8/s400/DSC05061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st door: bedroom (no picture, full of camping gear :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd door: furnace room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallway to the family room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xGW-nE9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/df42Z9411Ao/s1600-h/DSC05055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273487673991304146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8xGW-nE9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/df42Z9411Ao/s400/DSC05055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8w_BTMD1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IpLpd6hBmqg/s1600-h/DSC05053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273487547912949586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8w_BTMD1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IpLpd6hBmqg/s400/DSC05053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8w3GjG57I/AAAAAAAAAbI/WnUHhMbqvB4/s1600-h/DSC05057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273487411882944434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8w3GjG57I/AAAAAAAAAbI/WnUHhMbqvB4/s400/DSC05057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guest bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8wwGvy63I/AAAAAAAAAbA/7f6Ag33CT_0/s1600-h/DSC05058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273487291677076338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8wwGvy63I/AAAAAAAAAbA/7f6Ag33CT_0/s400/DSC05058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strorage room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8wnlGjl0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/BrH22OCAln0/s1600-h/DSC05050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273487145206781762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8wnlGjl0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/BrH22OCAln0/s400/DSC05050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8waqRMX4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/k6CSSgGNRMw/s1600-h/DSC05051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273486923255275394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8waqRMX4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/k6CSSgGNRMw/s400/DSC05051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys play room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8wSApwKzI/AAAAAAAAAao/wQJPgjzrxC4/s1600-h/DSC05052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273486774645041970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8wSApwKzI/AAAAAAAAAao/wQJPgjzrxC4/s400/DSC05052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the virtual tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3064088620344703668?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3064088620344703668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3064088620344703668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-etc.html' title='Thanksgiving etc...'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SS8zKq0olWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-Cn0mC_khoI/s72-c/DSC05027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-16009714789006423</id><published>2008-11-06T20:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:47:35.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO3T0RUf4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ShTKqKStk3Q/s1600-h/DSC05023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265753940402929538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO3T0RUf4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ShTKqKStk3Q/s400/DSC05023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln was so excited for Halloween this year. He really got into helping me decorate.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO282vlsfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2-wW-IO6QGk/s1600-h/DSC05014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265753545929765362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO282vlsfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2-wW-IO6QGk/s400/DSC05014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved wrapping the porch in orange pumpkin lights and turning them on every night! Kids make the holidays so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the second year in a row Lincoln was....(drum roll please) BATMAN and Landon was my little skunk. I made the skunk costume for Lincoln when he was two, I bought the batman costume for $4 two years ago. Therfore, there were zero $$$ spent on costumes this year and I was beyond happy about that! Landon was done trick or treating after the second house and more than content sitting in the wagon chowing his candy. Lincoln only made it about 30 min. and then had the most fun giving out the candy to all the other kids. He was giving 2-3 handfuls to every kid. The older boys/teenagers thought he was pretty cool for his generosity. I turned out our light after a 60+ year old grandma in full costume with her face painted, hauled herself up to my porch and stuck out her pillow case! What? Anyhow- we had a good halloween, and I am so proud of myself that I bought crap candy this year that I have not been tempted by at all. I learned my lesson last year when I made myself sick on Twix bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO2x-_Z0yI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YbtP5l20hTA/s1600-h/DSC05012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265753359165018914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO2x-_Z0yI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YbtP5l20hTA/s400/DSC05012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO2jKkRlrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JWkyEEP3KAo/s1600-h/DSC05019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265753104574420658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO2jKkRlrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JWkyEEP3KAo/s400/DSC05019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-16009714789006423?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/16009714789006423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/16009714789006423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SRO3T0RUf4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ShTKqKStk3Q/s72-c/DSC05023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-1051541193005573641</id><published>2008-10-15T15:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:29:33.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[]'/><title type='text'>30 Reasons why I love my Matty!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SPZvVVpj7HI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tMawnwaPaIs/s1600-h/DSC04797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257512027381034098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SPZvVVpj7HI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tMawnwaPaIs/s320/DSC04797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is Matt's 30th birthday.  I have to narrow this down to 30 reasons why I love him. Hummm..... this will be hard.  There are millions of reasons why I am in love with this man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is an amazing dad. Does the picture above not say it all? The boys adore him and can't wait for him to come home every night. It's like Christmas when the garage door comes up!&lt;br /&gt;2. He doesn't call me when I'm out with the girls. He knows how to handle things on the home front. He knows I need my "me" time. I can go off to Chicago for the weekend and have NO worries wether or not the boys are being very well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;3. I LOVE his laugh. His good hard belly laugh! We've had some good laughing moments over the years and recently some good laughs watching The Office!&lt;br /&gt;4. He's my rock. He is always grounded when I am in a panic. He keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;5. His confidence is remarkable. He has helped me tons in that department.&lt;br /&gt;6. He is like clock work. His bed time routine is impressive. He never skips the flossing, followed up by the listerine!&lt;br /&gt;7. He's the world's best Boy Scout. He got his eagle when he was 12. Yes, 12!&lt;br /&gt;8. He lets me sleep in almost every morning. This means so much to me- I love your guts!&lt;br /&gt;9. He gets up with the boys and he makes breakfast! I am spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;10. He keeps his cool, even in the most stressful of situations. Believe me, his has been put in some awkward situations. He is able to say exactly what he needs to (or what I need him to say).&lt;br /&gt;11. He is honorable. His integrity means everything to him.&lt;br /&gt;12. He is my biggest fan. He has helped me beyond discription to see the positive things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;12. He doesn't complain. Sometimes it's not so great because I am a complainer. I feel a little guilty. Overall, it rocks. I could burn dinner black, along with the house and he would still make me feel like I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;13. He has never said anything unkind to me. Don't get me wrong, we have our disagreements, but he has never yelled at me or been down right ugly!&lt;br /&gt;14. He takes me to Hawaii. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;15. He works his tail off in his callings. Snow caving anyone?&lt;br /&gt;16. He is good to his mom. He calls her every Sunday (like clock work)!&lt;br /&gt;17. He makes up the dumbest words to songs. He makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;18. He helps me grate the cheese, package the meat  ect... when I come home from doing me major Sam's shopping.&lt;br /&gt;19. He's a great delivery coach. His hands are strong ;) Thanks to me!&lt;br /&gt;20. Speaking of hands, he has calloses (however you spell that). No pansy hands! He is the hardest worker.&lt;br /&gt;21. He takes care of the yucky stuff. Garbage, vomit, bathing Charlie... He is such a good sport to take the "blowout" diapers.&lt;br /&gt;22. He takes great care of our family ie: financially, spiritually ect...&lt;br /&gt;23. He supports me in my business endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;24. He is my handy man. You name it, Matt can do it around the house. He is a great carpenter. He has made me beautiful furniture, and our basement looks fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;25. He lets me pop his zits. I know, it's a bad habit of mine!&lt;br /&gt;26. He's tough. He didn't even cry when he cut his fingers off with a table saw.&lt;br /&gt;27. He mops the floor and vacuums the house every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;28. He let's me call him Matty- I'm the only one who gets to!&lt;br /&gt;29. He listens to my ideas for crafts and makes them a reality for me. Super Sat. projects wouldn't happen without him!&lt;br /&gt;30. He makes me feel like the most beautiful and talented woman ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart! Thank you for all you are and all you do for me and the boys. We are blessed to have you in our lives! XOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-1051541193005573641?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1051541193005573641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1051541193005573641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/10/30-reasons-why-i-love-my-matty.html' title='30 Reasons why I love my Matty!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SPZvVVpj7HI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tMawnwaPaIs/s72-c/DSC04797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5320401589072869292</id><published>2008-09-29T11:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:28:43.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our sweet Landon is TWO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOEmau6J7JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/koFESRHIs8I/s1600-h/DSC03247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251520881201114258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOEmau6J7JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/koFESRHIs8I/s320/DSC03247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;                                               Sept. 26, 2006-- just minutes old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOEmPEng6hI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1S_NccVq58I/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251520680870078994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOEmPEng6hI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1S_NccVq58I/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             1 yr. birthday cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOElnQtgLTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Un4PGEeUpyg/s1600-h/DSC04963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519996921654578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOElnQtgLTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Un4PGEeUpyg/s320/DSC04963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Yum!! 2 yr. birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOElRCCdOLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/57YUrQ3o6fU/s1600-h/DSC04938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519615025887410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOElRCCdOLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/57YUrQ3o6fU/s320/DSC04938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Landon's birthday dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOElIUE5uwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/CPOJG46gp1Q/s1600-h/DSC04966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519465249159938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOElIUE5uwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/CPOJG46gp1Q/s320/DSC04966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Feeding the fish and ducks on the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOEk2_V-OSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E-oZkHztoZ4/s1600-h/DSC04996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519167625836834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOEk2_V-OSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E-oZkHztoZ4/s320/DSC04996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Handsome little guy- just after church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Landon's birthday in Keystone this year. Matt was working at a medical convention their and we went with him. We have been the last couple of years and it is fun. We stayed in a great condo next to the conference center. The mountains were gorgeous with all the leaves changing for the fall. I took the boys on a long walk along the Snake river, over a bridge and down to this beautiful lake. They had so much fun seeing the fish and the ducks. I attempted to hit the outlets in Silverthorne, but that was not fun at all. I was in Bananna -and in heaven because they were having the greatest sale-... and Lincoln wouldn't quit whining that he had to go to the bathroom. So, I haul him down to the bathroom and he didn't even have to go. I later asked him if he told me that just so I would leave the store? Low and Behold... I have a smart little guy who knows how to get out of shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow- Friday night we celebrated Landon's birthday. He is obsessed with Thomas the train. I made a very simple Thomas cake and he opened all his Thomas toys... he was so happy! We had Sushi for dinner, I realize that that is not 2 year old food, but that's the beauty of it. He didn't care what we had for dinner, Matt's company was paying... we love sushi, sushi is expensive... let Novartis foot the bill! It was YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun together. Landon is such a happy boy. He has been so sassy lately and we think it is hillarious (for the time being). Yesterday morning he was sitting on my bed trying to talk to me and I couldn't understand what he was saying. I finally figured out that he was saying "Mommy, I'm the boss" (and then followed up by throwing his head back and laughing).  The day before Matt &amp;amp; I were having a conversation with the boys about who the boss was- Mom or Dad. Both of them agreed that it was me and we had a good laugh about it while Matt protested. So, I guess Landon was just trying to clear things up. Apparently HE is the boss. He thought has was so funny! We love you with all our heart baby Landon! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5320401589072869292?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5320401589072869292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5320401589072869292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-sweet-landon-is-two.html' title='Our sweet Landon is TWO!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SOEmau6J7JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/koFESRHIs8I/s72-c/DSC03247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-8145683395353908564</id><published>2008-09-03T14:10:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:32:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7_d0QAYhI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bEzEzYfd6NY/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241907904012902930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7_d0QAYhI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bEzEzYfd6NY/s320/DSC04879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Horse 'ridin momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7_S6jF2OI/AAAAAAAAAW4/85O8DJbVdgc/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241907716725004514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7_S6jF2OI/AAAAAAAAAW4/85O8DJbVdgc/s320/DSC04841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Preston, Lincoln and Landon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7_J1i5hgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xLo4OXkGdL4/s1600-h/DSC04865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241907560763196930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7_J1i5hgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xLo4OXkGdL4/s320/DSC04865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Landon, not quite sure what to think of the horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-_BSzGTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aFnssny8x10/s1600-h/DSC04848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241907374938331442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-_BSzGTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aFnssny8x10/s320/DSC04848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Adorable little "Lo Lo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-1o7z7qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XskfObg9u24/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241907213780643490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-1o7z7qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XskfObg9u24/s320/DSC04847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Me with my sister Shelly, Lauren (her daughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                              and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-rYobdGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8HUZih3sqdU/s1600-h/DSC04836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241907037605688418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-rYobdGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8HUZih3sqdU/s320/DSC04836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                I just stand next to horses, I don't get on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-h4wZ2HI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kkYEKTIZS1g/s1600-h/DSC04831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241906874430380146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-h4wZ2HI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kkYEKTIZS1g/s320/DSC04831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Lincoln and his cousin Trent riding "Brown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-YW2Nu-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gsbSKT6Qx-E/s1600-h/DSC04828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241906710709124066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-YW2Nu-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gsbSKT6Qx-E/s320/DSC04828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                The boys headed out for a 4-wheeler ride &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                     up the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-ItxFPeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/x4DvslvKGyE/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241906441983704546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7-ItxFPeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/x4DvslvKGyE/s320/DSC04824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Landon cracking up while throwing rocks into the tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7972ZqXBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/698UgAvVnsw/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241906220963093522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7972ZqXBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/698UgAvVnsw/s320/DSC04819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Lincoln with his lantern, playing King of the Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL79vedNd5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/0bhBWMb0N4k/s1600-h/DSC04814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241906008377096082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL79vedNd5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/0bhBWMb0N4k/s320/DSC04814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Aunt Heather, Landon and Devin&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took yet another fast trip out to Utah this last weekend. We went to the DeHart family reunion at Camp Kaholawo up Payson Canyon. It was a short camping stay (just the way I like it). Landon had fun until it was time to go to bed. His teeth started to hurt (two year molars) and he cried for hours into the night until Matt couldn't take it (nore could anyone else within range).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He put Landon in the car and drove an hour down the canyon to WalMart to get tylenol for the poor guy. They had quite the bonding experience. Matt only got a little over an hour of sleep that night. What a good daddy! Other than that, the camping was fun. The stars were absulutely incredible. They had cows all over the place that they let roam wherever their hearts desired. Apparently, I am scared of cows. I was in the cabin getting dressed and everyone left me to go down to breakfast. When I tried to open the door, I almost hit this cow. It was standing on the porch. It scared me and the cow half to death. It moved over just a bit and was standing there with it's face right by the door, waiting for me to come out!!! I shut the door really fast and waited to see if it would leave. No such luck. After about 20 min. I got the nerve to open the door again and walk out as slow as possible. I talked to the cow as a walked really slowly around her (I recently learned that cows are she's and bulls are he's- thanks dad) until I was passed the danger, and then I ran! Ok- so I guess I really wasn't in any danger. My mom and Dad laughed there heads off when I told them the story. They were both raised on a ranch and here they have a city slicker daughter who is afraid of cows? I guess I was supposed to yell at the cow and wave my arms and she would have run like the wind. Next time I encounter I cow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Shelly and her family moved to Raleigh, NC this week. So sad. We will miss them on our trips to Utah. We got to spend some time with them at my parents house. Mom, took us down the hill to a friends house and they let us ride their horse "brown".  The kids had a good time. Landon was a little freaked out, but he sat up there! I just love Woodland Hills. I wish that the leaves would have been changed. It is my favorite thing to see the mountain in the fall with all its beautiful colors. I'll just have to see pictures this year, I am not making that trip again...(atleast not for a couple months :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-8145683395353908564?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8145683395353908564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8145683395353908564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SL7_d0QAYhI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bEzEzYfd6NY/s72-c/DSC04879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-6814305284925742235</id><published>2008-08-26T10:16:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:43:02.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Kindergartner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ8Ddwjr7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/D3jtV_Mj2X4/s1600-h/DSC04812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238878296764297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ8Ddwjr7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/D3jtV_Mj2X4/s320/DSC04812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Lincoln was feeling a little shy standing next to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new teacher Mrs. Herman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7650UKUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YUAZBdOKgo8/s1600-h/DSC04811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238878149677427010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7650UKUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YUAZBdOKgo8/s320/DSC04811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His playground buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7l8GVLcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ylSZwIZjbHI/s1600-h/DSC04807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238877789512609218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7l8GVLcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ylSZwIZjbHI/s320/DSC04807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "BIG" school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7bzhA0OI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ta6Jy5fI6ZY/s1600-h/DSC04804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238877615409909986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7bzhA0OI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ta6Jy5fI6ZY/s320/DSC04804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the view of the school from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7SJ9RgMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AEMWRGYjMpo/s1600-h/DSC04803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238877449635332290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7SJ9RgMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AEMWRGYjMpo/s320/DSC04803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt came home to walk over to the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7F4rT1PI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hDELiGqdi8I/s1600-h/DSC04801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238877238838154482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ7F4rT1PI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hDELiGqdi8I/s320/DSC04801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional day for mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ63EMCs5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ev1aM8NGKCQ/s1600-h/DSC04799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238876984230196114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ63EMCs5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ev1aM8NGKCQ/s320/DSC04799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lincoln being silly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day. Lincoln was so excited all morning to get to go to school. He was ready by 9:30 a.m. He is doing the p.m. schedule- of which I am soooo excited about. If my plans work out, Landon will be asleep most of the time Lincoln is at school. Maybe my home will get cleaned (or I'll get to take a nap!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so brave running over to the school with his buddy Jacob. They had the kids go out to the playground for a few minutes and he found all his buds and ran around like a wild man. Then the whistle blew and they told him to line up to go inside. I've never seen such a sad face on Lincoln! He had a little breakdown. And so did I!! We had a brief pep talk and all was well. He marched right in line with the other squirts and had a fun day. Although, the poor guy has two canker soars in each side of his mouth and he refuses to talk. It was killing me! I wanted to know every detail of how the day went... I was driving him crazy with questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Lincoln has the stomach flu. On the second day of school?? Sad. I guess I will have to wait to get the cleaning/ nap in :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-6814305284925742235?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6814305284925742235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6814305284925742235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-funny-kindergartner.html' title='My Funny Kindergartner'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SLQ8Ddwjr7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/D3jtV_Mj2X4/s72-c/DSC04812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-486238094771091355</id><published>2008-08-21T20:07:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:42:49.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4yhGThgmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Up9XANCg5XY/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237178960888037986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4yhGThgmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Up9XANCg5XY/s320/DSC04672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4wkCwdxQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wVboK8GOnRk/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237176812452037890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4wkCwdxQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wVboK8GOnRk/s320/DSC04643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4wPLDk7kI/AAAAAAAAAT8/n5mwlAZAxQg/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237176453902429762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4wPLDk7kI/AAAAAAAAAT8/n5mwlAZAxQg/s320/DSC04652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4v-BrMJsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7fEPkFWsxeE/s1600-h/DSC04648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237176159326447298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4v-BrMJsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7fEPkFWsxeE/s320/DSC04648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a busy, crazy, fun summer! Much to my dismay, I have little pictures to show for it! I need to keep a camera in my car! That will be my goal... take more pictures! We had a really great 4th! We went to the Colorado Rapids game with some of our friends. I had never been to a professional soccer game and it was exciting. The best part, was the fireworks show! Wow! I believe that they spent over $100,000 on it and was supposed to be the best in all of Colorado... we thought so! We got to take the boys and lay down on the field and watch the show. We LOVE the 4th at our house. We are proud to be Americans and live in the greatest country on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom , sister and her kids drove out from Utah to stay with us for a week, and we had so much fun! Lincoln and Landon had the best time playing with their cousins- we wish that we lived closer! We packed so many things in: waterworld (which everyone who comes to Denver should definently experience), a tour of Denver (that leads into a cool story of Karren history... ), many 'O parks and bounce houses, endless laughs and of course late night talks that will always be remembered. Love you guys.. you should come back every summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip out to Utah for my mom's 60th birthday. Matt stayed at his parents with the boys while I had a little get away with my mom and sisters. We stayed in a hotel in SLC, where we got all wild and crazy!  We had a great dinner at the Market Street grill and good shopping at the gateway. The next day we headed to Park City and we set out to pamper mom with a pedicure and yummy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies! And of course, we did more outlet shopping! Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The order of my pictures are out of order... but I am too tired to mess with switching them! This summer has been filled with ups and downs... but I am going to focus on the ups! I am counting down the days until school starts, and yet I am dreading that my Lincoln is so old and starting the BIG K! I'll post more on Monday- the 1st day of school... yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-486238094771091355?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/486238094771091355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/486238094771091355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-update.html' title='Summer Update'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SK4yhGThgmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Up9XANCg5XY/s72-c/DSC04672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-2720404474494879481</id><published>2008-06-28T18:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:15.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SGbq02Zi6aI/AAAAAAAAATk/Em0kle6b76A/s1600-h/DSC04453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217115412032055714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SGbq02Zi6aI/AAAAAAAAATk/Em0kle6b76A/s320/DSC04453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my girlfriends have done this list and I thought it was a fun idea!  Here it goes. Feel free to read on, or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I can't handle scarey movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I backpacked through Europe for 3 wks. when I was 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I can't function without my day planner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I enjoy traveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love to organize things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I love, love, love having our basement done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Winter is my least favorite season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I think professional massages are to die for ( Matt just doesn't cut it :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I am addicted to sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I have a love/hate relationship with exercising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I am working on becoming a runner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I love to plant flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I dislike weeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I am dreading the vegetable garden this summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I love to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I am NOT a morning person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I get the majority of my stuff done @ night when my kids are asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I love sleeping children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I love Baby Wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. My pediatrician wrote the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I peed my pants at the dinner table when I was 14 in front of a boy I had a crush on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. More than once I have been digging through my purse trying to find my cell phone... while talking on my cell phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I can't run without my IPOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I still don't get fractions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I would love to take voice lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. At age 28 I was bit by a dog for the first time- my own dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. I love leading music in primary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. I love rocking out to loud music while driving in my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I think I look cute in sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. I hate it when Matt wants me to watch stupid movies with him (I'm sure he feels the same way about my stupid movies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. I love it when my boys are happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. I love it when Lincoln tells me I'm beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. I love to get cards in the mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. I love love notes from Matt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. I do not like talking on the phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. I don't like it when people are waiting for me and I feel rushed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. I don't handle stress well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. I love to laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Listening to sports on the radio is the worst!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. I am very happy to not be working anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. I have glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. I dislike alarm clocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. I love a new, clean white shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. I love broadway musicals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Sometimes I swear when I get mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Sometimes it comes back to bite me when my 4 year old says " Where the he** are my shoes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. I am grateful for repentance :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. I love my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. I wish I could sew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. I appreciate the boxes of goodies and surprises my mother-in-law sends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. I think deliviering a baby is exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. I am not a happy pregnant woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. I use my dustbuster constantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. I regret that Matt and I didn't dance at our wedding reception (who doesn't dance at their wedding reception... I wasn't thinking clearly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. I really dislike that Charlie sheds in my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. I dislike having to deep clean the entire house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. I love a clean house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. I have a new found love for suduku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. We own three trailer homes (I know you're jealous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. I live for hot baths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. I HATE Dave Ramsey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. I will get a tummy tuck someday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. I love Stephenie Meyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. I love Cafe Rio/ Costa Vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. I love sharpened pencils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. I love my alarm system (Matt calls my home Fort Knox)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. I don't function well with long fingernails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. I'd rather be barefoot than wear socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. I love Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. I am sooo thankful for my good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. Matt and I fight over the graham cracker crust on the cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. I have pecan pie for my bithday every year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. I am 29.... soon to be 30!!!! AHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. I love to get my hair done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. I hate to hike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. I prefer to wax my eyebrows over plucking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. I LOVE my Matty with all my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. I love to go on bikerides with Linky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. I love to make frivilous trips to Target (soon to come to a screaching hault... thanks Dave!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. I look forward to having a piano someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. I suffer from clostrophobia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. I like to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. I love Beautiful Colorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. I love to listen to Matt when he sings with the radio and makes up words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. I am a scrapbooker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. I really dislike junk mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. I love to play dress up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. Halloween is a great holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. Beautiful sunsets are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. I am thankful for my testimony &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. I love to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. I don't like windy days (good thing I live really close to Wyoming)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. Fall is my favorite season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94. I have been married for seven years and I have two handsome boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. I love the color pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. I am a huge bargain shopper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. I have come to appreciate straight forward, honest people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. I have an extremely inspired bishop- love Bishop Downey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. I love my Heavenly Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. I am happy to be done with my list (I have been working on it for weeks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats if you made it all the way to the end. Now you know 100 random things about me. Lucky you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-2720404474494879481?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2720404474494879481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2720404474494879481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/06/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about ME!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SGbq02Zi6aI/AAAAAAAAATk/Em0kle6b76A/s72-c/DSC04453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-7390731711228043800</id><published>2008-05-31T08:36:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:17.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFzhcewXxI/AAAAAAAAATc/lu5k8EIqw9k/s1600-h/DSC04560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206569662635073298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFzhcewXxI/AAAAAAAAATc/lu5k8EIqw9k/s320/DSC04560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFzXsewXwI/AAAAAAAAATU/0GVWwy9QPcQ/s1600-h/DSC04562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206569495131348738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFzXsewXwI/AAAAAAAAATU/0GVWwy9QPcQ/s320/DSC04562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFzKcewXvI/AAAAAAAAATM/Pz-_FlX8h8M/s1600-h/DSC04559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206569267498082034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFzKcewXvI/AAAAAAAAATM/Pz-_FlX8h8M/s320/DSC04559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFy-8ewXuI/AAAAAAAAATE/ucchN0LTFEs/s1600-h/DSC04558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206569069929586402" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFxx8ewXrI/AAAAAAAAASs/dKtWTXsk2_0/s320/DSC04553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFxTcewXqI/AAAAAAAAASk/Zpnw782B8Ls/s1600-h/DSC04551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206567223093649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFxTcewXqI/AAAAAAAAASk/Zpnw782B8Ls/s320/DSC04551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFxI8ewXpI/AAAAAAAAASc/5SaroyfMZHk/s1600-h/DSC04549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206567042705022610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFxI8ewXpI/AAAAAAAAASc/5SaroyfMZHk/s320/DSC04549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFwx8ewXoI/AAAAAAAAASU/YQkts5zr-wM/s1600-h/DSC04548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206566647568031362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFwx8ewXoI/AAAAAAAAASU/YQkts5zr-wM/s320/DSC04548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Windsor yesterday to get these pictures and see the damage. They just barely started letting non-residents into these neighborhoods. I was shocked! The first picture is of a day care playground. You have to look closely and then you can see the metal from the playground equipment. There were 130 kids in that building and not one of them got hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-7390731711228043800?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7390731711228043800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7390731711228043800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/05/tornado-pictures.html' title='Tornado Pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SEFzhcewXxI/AAAAAAAAATc/lu5k8EIqw9k/s72-c/DSC04560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-2167127238218264419</id><published>2008-05-28T13:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:17.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We survived the Tornado!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SD26QSlekcI/AAAAAAAAASM/LTGApu5pz40/s1600-h/16178453_80X60%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205521533339865538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SD26QSlekcI/AAAAAAAAASM/LTGApu5pz40/s320/16178453_80X60%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! The last couple of days have been CRAZY!!!!  I just got home from taking our car down to the State Farm catastrophe relief tent in Greeley. There was $3,000 + worth of damage done to my car!! I am actully surprised that it wasn't worse than what it is.  I had gone to pick Lincoln up from school- which is in Milliken- right when the tornado touched down less than 2 miles away.  The scariest part, is that I had no idea that there was even a tornado warning. On my drive over to the school, it was sunny and nice. By the time I got there and walked into the school, it was raining a tiny bit. The 5-10 min. I was in the school getting Lincoln and saying good-bye to his teachers (it was the last day of school) the hail was pounding on the roof of the school soo hard. My girlfriend and her 3 boys were at the school too, so I thought I would run out to my car and pull it up to the school so we could all climb in and I would drive her over to her car. We were dripping wet in the five seconds it took us to dash from the school into my car.  The storm hit in three segments. It started out the dime size hail and then quit for a second, and then moved to the golf ball size (refer to my picture above), gave us a small break and then came pounding down with baseball sized hail. All the while, I was driving down the street frantically trying to find some shelter for my poor car! I was able to find a tree down this little ally way that I pulled my car under and we waited out the incredibly terrifying experience! The kids were so scared- it was sad!  Our town was not hit by the tornado, but all the surrounding cities around us were. Windsor is in our stake and there are atleast 7 families within our stake that lost there homes completely. One of my good friends in my ward lost her home and she was actually at home hunkered down in the bathroom of her basement when it hit. I am so thankful that it was just my car that got damaged- I can't complain!  Matt spent the entire memorial weekend helping people dig out of the damage left behind. We only have cell phone pictures of the destruction, but he was soooo blown away by the homes he was working in. He spent a few hours helping one family clean up there garage, without even realizing that it was a garage- until someone told him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is soo amazing to think how fast things can change, in an instant everything could be taken away from you and you have absolutley no control over it! I just wanted you all to know that we are Ok and no one in our family was hurt! Keep CO in your prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-2167127238218264419?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2167127238218264419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2167127238218264419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-survived-tornado.html' title='We survived the Tornado!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SD26QSlekcI/AAAAAAAAASM/LTGApu5pz40/s72-c/16178453_80X60%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5535643985428578321</id><published>2008-04-17T17:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:17.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Vida!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAflBI59uyI/AAAAAAAAARs/3dCMB4E_aZc/s1600-h/home_main%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190368903301020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAflBI59uyI/AAAAAAAAARs/3dCMB4E_aZc/s320/home_main%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, last week Matt and I were driving on down the freeway and we passed by this outdoor shopping mall that is so close to my house and I shop there all the time. Don't ask me why I have never seen it before, but low and behold there it is --a Costa Vida-- right there- soooo close to my house!!! I almost wet my pants. I was literally screaming to Matt how dang excited I was. We were on our way to buy a new car, and I have been waiting for about two years to get a bigger car, and I can't decide which one I was most excited for, the suburban or Costa Vida!?! &lt;div&gt;I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, so tonight was the night! I loaded up the boys and went to get dinner at the yummiest place ever. I got there and was chatting it up with the workers. Garunteed they thought I was a nut. I told them all about the Tornow's and New Mexico and blah, blah, blah! They apparently have been there since January and I asked the girl if they had been busy and she told me "no".  What?  Whatever--Oh, they are so happy that I found them, they will get a lot of customers because I will be telling ERVERYONE! I am obsessed, and now a little worried because I am going to be eating there way too often and that could get ugly! Can you tell I am a little crazy about my fresh mex? I am one very happy, way too full woman at this very moment! Oh, the little things in life that make me happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5535643985428578321?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5535643985428578321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5535643985428578321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/04/costa-vida.html' title='Costa Vida!!!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAflBI59uyI/AAAAAAAAARs/3dCMB4E_aZc/s72-c/home_main%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5755501539900412954</id><published>2008-04-14T20:34:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:18.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever long update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQkzY59uvI/AAAAAAAAARU/uc34yzYWwHk/s1600-h/DSC04420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189313135915154162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQkzY59uvI/AAAAAAAAARU/uc34yzYWwHk/s320/DSC04420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQkjo59uuI/AAAAAAAAARM/H3U2S-7_CMM/s1600-h/DSC04402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189312865332214498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQkjo59uuI/AAAAAAAAARM/H3U2S-7_CMM/s320/DSC04402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQkVY59utI/AAAAAAAAARE/5VyLZ1F1d2o/s1600-h/DSC04439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189312620519078610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQkVY59utI/AAAAAAAAARE/5VyLZ1F1d2o/s320/DSC04439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I will start in the order of my pictures. Our basement is finally finished, and this is the mural of Little Miss Spider that I had a friend of mine draw and paint on the wall of the boys play area. It turned out sooo cute and the boys love it. I am so happy for this project to be done in our house and for me to get my husband back. I am so proud of him for taking on such a big project and doing such a good job. Stuff like that just stresses me out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landon had his eye surgery on Wed. the 9th. The whole process was a lot better than I thought. They ended up not putting stints in his eyes because his tear ducts are too small. They ended up probing the ducts to clean them out, and in the process they found infection under his eyes. He had a hard time coming out of anesthesia after surgery, but all in all the day went really well.  The last few days his eyes have not been looking good and I think the infection is getting worse. I have his 18 mo. well child tomorrow, so we will see what the doc. has to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln started his first season of soccer this year, and it just might be the last. He is the child sitting on the field in front of the net. For some reason his teammates like to tackle him, and he is the youngest little guy on the team. Thankfully Matt is the coach, and he keeps encouraging him. I overheard him tell our neighbor "my soccer coach thinks I can run really fast", she didn't know that Matt was the coach. I thought it was the sweetest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQj5o59usI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LxOpqR3iTWc/s1600-h/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189312143777708738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQj5o59usI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LxOpqR3iTWc/s320/DSC04456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQjOI59urI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/smMFEIMENs0/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189311396453399218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQjOI59urI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/smMFEIMENs0/s320/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln turned 5 April 2nd.  I am so excited for year 5!  I registered him for kindergarten a couple weeks ago and can't believe that he will be going to "the big school". Matt's mom and dad and his little brother Devin came to see us conference weekend and we had a fun little party at good 'ol Chuckee Cheese (Lincoln's all time favorite place).  He adores his grandma and grandpa and uncle and he had such a great time with them.  I love Lincoln with all my heart and am very glad to be his "momma".   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQix459uqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pcXSrGo-Q4s/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189310911122094754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQix459uqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pcXSrGo-Q4s/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to watch him learn and grow and to see his bright little eyes when he is excited about something. His smile and his laugh brings joy to everyone that's around. He is a great big brother and is a good  helper for me around the house. We love ya little Lincoln! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5755501539900412954?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5755501539900412954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5755501539900412954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/04/forever-long-update.html' title='Forever long update!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/SAQkzY59uvI/AAAAAAAAARU/uc34yzYWwHk/s72-c/DSC04420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-4811656142429701339</id><published>2008-03-07T20:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun girl's weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R9IPAjisb3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rIux6nvczZA/s1600-h/IMG_0031%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175215424017297266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R9IPAjisb3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rIux6nvczZA/s320/IMG_0031%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R9IO4Tisb2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/pp-ztEIBkh8/s1600-h/IMG_0019%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175215282283376482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R9IO4Tisb2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/pp-ztEIBkh8/s320/IMG_0019%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, what fun we had! This past weekend I went to Indiana to visit my dear friend, Tracy. We drove out to Chicago to attend Time Out For Women.  We stayed in a nice hotel, ate yummy Chicago pizza, were childless :), got to meet Hillary Weeks (who is the sweetest, most talented woman), went to see Wicked (I could see that show over and over again) and got extremely lost coming back home and literally drove allllll night on the back roads of Indiana (it was suppposed to only take three hours.....) It was a get away that I really needed. My batteries are recharged! I love my Matty for being such a supportive and amazing father and husband. I am one lucky girl to have him!&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/4921119244452296633-4811656142429701339?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4811656142429701339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4811656142429701339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-girls-weekend.html' title='A fun girl&apos;s weekend'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R9IPAjisb3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rIux6nvczZA/s72-c/IMG_0031%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-2042340073242047762</id><published>2008-02-12T20:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:15:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still here!!!</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me what I have been doing since I posted last..... all I know is that I've been busy and when I get a chance to blog at night, I'd rather crawl into my bed that is nice and toasty warm- thanks to my electric blanket (my favoritist thing ever!!!)  I guess it's a good thing that nothing has really happened in the last month or so- I'd rather chug along doing the same old, same old than have something crazy happen (knock on wood.) I guess a few things have happened in my lil' ol' life. I somehow got involved in the political arena. I am the neighborhood rep. for the republican party of precinct 2232. I'm not sure what that entails, but I started a little blog to keep my neighbors updated on the current events and am trying to get involved! It has been informative and educational to go to the political meetings. I've always steared clear of politics because it intimidates me- wish me luck!  Also- I had to take Landon to the eye doctor today, and they told me that he needs sugery on his eyes. I know that sounds scary and I am trying not to freak out about it, but the Doc says that it is a very non evasive procedure that only takes 5 min. on each eye. His tear ducts aren't working properly, so they have to go in and put stints in his ducts. No cutting involved- thank goodness. I just don't like the fact that he will have to be put under anesthesia (I have no idea how to spell that :) )  And not to mention that he can't eat anything after 10:00 the night before the surgery until the next morning after they do the procedure. Ya, right! That's going to be a nightmare. I guess it's a good thing that the surgery is at 7:15 a.m., but Landon is like clockwork every morning @ 5:00 he wakes up screaming for a bottle. Poor guy!  Anyway, hopefully all will go well with the surgery and we won't have anymore perma goopy, yucky eyes! Don't give up on this spontaneaous blogger- I will always post something- eventually!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-2042340073242047762?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2042340073242047762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2042340073242047762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still here!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-6434783352372995320</id><published>2007-12-26T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:20.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North Pole/ Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R3L7JT3ZOEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/RayMC0Wmflc/s1600-h/DSC04368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148453461407905858" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R3L5_T3ZN-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/M1ZUhYqKjqM/s320/DSC04330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R3L5xT3ZN9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AZmZ70oYfsw/s1600-h/DSC04322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148451949579417554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R3L5xT3ZN9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AZmZ70oYfsw/s320/DSC04322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R3L5kz3ZN8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/3QFsIZBk6WI/s1600-h/DSC04337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148451734831052738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R3L5kz3ZN8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/3QFsIZBk6WI/s320/DSC04337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday before Christmas we took the boys to this really cute amusement park in Colorado Springs called the "North Pole". Lincoln was convinced that is was real and that he had met the real Santa Clause. It was fun (extremely cold) but fun! The last few years we have been doing Christmas at home and it is so great! This year everyone but Matt was sick, so Christmas day was  a little slower paced. It was really nice. It was fun to get letters and pictures from some of you- thanks for the updates! xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-6434783352372995320?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6434783352372995320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6434783352372995320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/12/north-pole-christmas.html' title='North Pole/ Christmas'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R3L7JT3ZOEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/RayMC0Wmflc/s72-c/DSC04368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-6424085812304655051</id><published>2007-12-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:59:05.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Itchy Face" update</title><content type='html'>FYI... I learned a fabulous new trick from my friend, Cameo! She told me to wash my face with grapefruit seed extract (I picked it up at the health food store). I ditched all the expensive stuff I got from the dermatologist and started using the extract about a week ago, and today my face is so clear! I just wanted to pass the info along!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-6424085812304655051?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6424085812304655051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6424085812304655051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/12/itchy-face-update.html' title='&quot;Itchy Face&quot; update'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-9057960705155336416</id><published>2007-12-20T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:50:27.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's "Itchy" Face</title><content type='html'>Lincoln has been so funny today, I just had to post about his little concern. This morning we got up early and headed out to do some shopping and go to breakfast. I didn't take the time to put any makeup on. Lincoln really took notice and has been commenting all day about my itchy face. By that, I am asumming he is talking about my unfortunate blemishes. For some very annoying reason, I can't get it to clear up!! Anyway, I was just saying his prayers with him and I told him to talk to his Heavenly Father about whatever he wanted to, whatever was on his mind. The only thing he had to say was "please bless mommy's itchy face". I just had to laugh and thought that it might give someone else a laugh as well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-9057960705155336416?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/9057960705155336416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/9057960705155336416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/12/mommys-itchy-face.html' title='Mommy&apos;s &quot;Itchy&quot; Face'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3214120239476731006</id><published>2007-12-15T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:20.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two little white ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RXyj3ZN6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/LGZsg1WUHh0/s1600-h/DSC04302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144333200496605090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RXyj3ZN6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/LGZsg1WUHh0/s320/DSC04302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RXoj3ZN5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NY-ad4CiVU8/s1600-h/DSC04301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144333028697913234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RXoj3ZN5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NY-ad4CiVU8/s320/DSC04301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RXfD3ZN4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Tio-RGa76oU/s1600-h/DSC04300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144332865489155970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RXfD3ZN4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Tio-RGa76oU/s320/DSC04300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are a little scary, but I thought they were so funny! We are so close to finishing our basement and it is very exciting. I must say that I feel very sorry for people who actually do dry wall for a living. I am sure they are much more soffisticated at it than we are.... but it has been a HUGE job! My entire home is covered with a layer of white dust. I must admit that it has been fun to spend time with Matt busting our buns as we sand the walls down! Some guys came the other day to spray texture and today Matt is painting. A friend of mine and her daughter are coming next week to paint a mural of "Little Miss Spider" characters in the boys play room. I'll post pictures when they are done! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3214120239476731006?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3214120239476731006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3214120239476731006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-little-white-ghosts.html' title='Two little white ghosts'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RXyj3ZN6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/LGZsg1WUHh0/s72-c/DSC04302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-1076782009423161310</id><published>2007-12-15T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:20.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Salon and Hello trailer home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RT_D3ZN2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PAulnmHVLO0/s1600-h/DSC04290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144329017198458722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RT_D3ZN2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PAulnmHVLO0/s320/DSC04290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RT0j3ZN1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/3a8bu3_psKA/s1600-h/DSC04303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144328836809832274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RT0j3ZN1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/3a8bu3_psKA/s320/DSC04303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was my last official day in my cute little salon. I have really mixed feelings about the new change. I am sooo releived to be done and to not have the stresses that come with being a hairdresser, but I will really miss my clients and the money! I feel like it's the right thing to do. Besides, Matt and I have started another little business adventure and I had to choose either the salon or the trailer home-- He He He!  We are doing some real estate- wish us luck. Matt is loving it! Anyway, I just wanted to give a shout out to everyone who has encouraged me over the years as a hairdresser! Many thanks! xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-1076782009423161310?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1076782009423161310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1076782009423161310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-bye-salon-and-hello-trailer-home.html' title='Bye Bye Salon and Hello trailer home!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/R2RT_D3ZN2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PAulnmHVLO0/s72-c/DSC04290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3392419492271112133</id><published>2007-11-08T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:22:41.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to pass it on...</title><content type='html'>I can't remember who has or hasn't been tagged! Anyway, I choose..... &lt;br /&gt;Emily Davis, Cameo Hartson, Kerri Johnson, Natalie Tingey, Michelle Yeates, Kim Smith.  If you've already done it, or want to do something different... make a list of 5 fun Chrismas traditions you do with your family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3392419492271112133?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3392419492271112133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3392419492271112133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-forgot-to-pass-it-on.html' title='I forgot to pass it on...'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5458070306499753523</id><published>2007-11-08T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:16:17.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'll do it!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged, twice by two friends/family members that don't even know eachother -to do the same tag! I guess I should give in!!!! So... I will reveal 6 facts/habits about myself and then pass it on to 6 others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#1: I have OCD.  Well, not officially... but it probably is because I just haven't gone to talk to a doctor about it :) I am obsessed with having things clean and organized. I just learned that a symptom of OCD can be having piles of stuff stacked away (in an organized fashion, of course) that I have to do or organize later.  I drive myself nuts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;#2:  I can't stand doing our finances! Of course, I'ts my job. Matt has tried to take over... but we get late fees when that happens! Logging online to Wells Fargo makes me get knots in my stomach. I don't like to actually see how fast the money goes BYE! BYE! Life is soooo expensive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#3: I am actually really good at saving money (despite how the comment above might have made you think otherwise.) I LOVE a good bargain. I am a Black Friday lover (minus Walmart, I'm not brave enough) and the day after every holiday- for that matter! I have a honing device for when things go on clearance at Target! I am a nazi coupon clipper! I shop a year in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;#4:  I can't take it when my kids have boogers! I attack! I think it's a family gene, because my sisters do the same thing! I send Lincoln to time out if he picks his nose (ok- not everytime, but definently if he eats it!!!)  Lincoln begs for Matt to wipe his nose- he is much kinder, and Landon is a pro at avoiding me when the wet wipe comes at him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;#5:  I love to pop zits! I know, I'm sick!!  Matt even has me on video tape attacking him to get the huge zit between his eyes! I can't handle having a pussy zit and really can't handle it if someone else has one and I have to stare at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;#6:  I am clostrophobic. One of my worst experiences was going to the Dijon Concert Hall at BYU campus to see a ballet when I was 7 months pregnant. I had to sit in the very middle of the eternally long row of seats. I almost threw up on the lady next to me... I couldn't get out!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5458070306499753523?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5458070306499753523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5458070306499753523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-ill-do-it.html' title='Ok, I&apos;ll do it!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5937014576516745308</id><published>2007-10-24T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:34:45.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me vent.....</title><content type='html'>I think I will feel much better if I just type and let it all out :) So many things have happened lately and I keep thinking... I need to blog that! I have reduced my time at the computer, not because I want to, but because I am seriously sooo busy. I realize that EVERYONE is busy, I have just been way busier than I usually am, and it is hard for me to get used to.  Issue #1:Let me start by venting my frustration toward the entire Colorado Rockies World Series ticket fiasco! Come on, Boston had all there tickets sold in a split second- no hang ups! I don't think I buy the whole hacker thing. What a crock! We just wanted two tickets and to not have to hand over our savings account, is that too much to ask? I guess we'll enjoy the game on our comfy couch!  #2 : I just got home from attempting to take Lincoln to the dentist. Need I say more? He wouldn't even open his mouth and he was sooo bratty! How do you help a four year old cooperate with the dentist and NOT make it a bad experience so that he will actually go back in 6 mo?  No amount of bribery worked and is it bad that I was embarrassed? They sent us home and told me that I would have to come back when he was in a better mood!  #3: So now, I am headed out the door to his Parent/ Teacher conference and will be talking to his teacher about ways to encourage him acedemically.  Too much stress!  I love the kid to death, but I need a manual! I don't know how to do this! I guess I need to spend more time on my knees and less time pulling my hair out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5937014576516745308?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5937014576516745308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5937014576516745308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-let-me-vent.html' title='Just let me vent.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5007223349562769066</id><published>2007-10-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:35:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET"S GO ROCKIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.denverpost.com/"&gt;The Denver Post - Colorado's home-page for breaking news, weather, sports, local events and entertainment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I surprised Matt and took him to the game for his Birthday!  We had so much fun- it was awesome! The crowd was great- we both lost our voices, but it was worth it. The 4th inning was the best when Holliday hit a homerun and they pretty much scored all six points back to back! Who knew I loved to watch baseball? We are already scouting out World Series tickets! GO ROCKIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5007223349562769066?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.denverpost.com/' title='LET&quot;S GO ROCKIES'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5007223349562769066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5007223349562769066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-go-rockies.html' title='LET&quot;S GO ROCKIES'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-2679911634498423932</id><published>2007-10-02T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:21.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Crafts!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLFMOODTLI/AAAAAAAAANc/6oLRAgKsDlQ/s1600-h/DSC04266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116868940412439730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLFMOODTLI/AAAAAAAAANc/6oLRAgKsDlQ/s320/DSC04266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLFBOODTKI/AAAAAAAAANU/M7KX766N3-I/s1600-h/DSC04269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116868751433878690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLFBOODTKI/AAAAAAAAANU/M7KX766N3-I/s320/DSC04269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLE3uODTJI/AAAAAAAAANM/4Z5dlfPd0E4/s1600-h/DSC04268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116868588225121426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLE3uODTJI/AAAAAAAAANM/4Z5dlfPd0E4/s320/DSC04268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLEruODTII/AAAAAAAAANE/M5JdgHJ6m3c/s1600-h/DSC04265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116868382066691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLEruODTII/AAAAAAAAANE/M5JdgHJ6m3c/s320/DSC04265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLEdeODTHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vR62gF17glU/s1600-h/DSC04264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116868137253555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLEdeODTHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vR62gF17glU/s320/DSC04264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some of you have been asking me to post pictures of the crafts that I have been working on. So....here they are!!  My time has been way too consumed and I have been a crazy woman, but it has been fun! We are doing the flag for Super Saturday (Nov. 3rd) and the witch's broom we are doing this Friday night so we can have it in time for Halloween. For those of you who don't know what "Super Saturday" is, it is an insane day of crafting, crafting, crafting that we do at my church. My mom has been telling me that they don't do these craft days in Utah anymore and that make me both happy and sad for my friends living in Utah. It is a lot of hard work, but we have done some of the coolest things in my ward over the last couple of years. My home is becoming more beautiful each year thanks to the talented friends that I have here in CO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-2679911634498423932?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2679911634498423932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2679911634498423932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-crafts.html' title='Current Crafts!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RwLFMOODTLI/AAAAAAAAANc/6oLRAgKsDlQ/s72-c/DSC04266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-4337931658895276322</id><published>2007-09-27T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:22.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon's 1st B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvX1eODTEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dQVbY0WmN90/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114919115454368834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvX1eODTEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dQVbY0WmN90/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvXl-ODTDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OkhCSyGPybo/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918849166396466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvXl-ODTDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OkhCSyGPybo/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvXVOODTCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i0mB6kemgu4/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918561403587618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvXVOODTCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i0mB6kemgu4/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon loved his cake and we all loved watching him love it! This was the happiest he'd been all day! Landon has been such a healthy baby- and of course, he had to be sick on his birthday! He has a really bad strep rash and he has not been a happy camper :(  I am still in shock that my baby is one! I know all mom's say that....!  We love Landon sooooo much- more than words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Landon, aka: Lander's, clickity clickity, Lander Lou, Landony, chuncky thighs....  we love every minute of you and look forward to many, many, many, more years to come! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-4337931658895276322?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4337931658895276322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4337931658895276322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/09/landons-1st-b-day.html' title='Landon&apos;s 1st B-day'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvX1eODTEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dQVbY0WmN90/s72-c/IMG_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-5395767499845626227</id><published>2007-09-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:23.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estes Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvQFuODS9I/AAAAAAAAALs/4bSIPX9OY-c/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114910598534220754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvQFuODS9I/AAAAAAAAALs/4bSIPX9OY-c/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvPouODS8I/AAAAAAAAALk/YKFiGf8xd_c/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114910100318014402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvPouODS8I/AAAAAAAAALk/YKFiGf8xd_c/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvPS-ODS7I/AAAAAAAAALc/z_LhSIBNaaU/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114909726655859634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvPS-ODS7I/AAAAAAAAALc/z_LhSIBNaaU/s320/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvO4-ODS6I/AAAAAAAAALU/LF3ES_WoWqI/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114909279979260834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvO4-ODS6I/AAAAAAAAALU/LF3ES_WoWqI/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvOieODS5I/AAAAAAAAALM/uORfKBizQF8/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114908893432204178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvOieODS5I/AAAAAAAAALM/uORfKBizQF8/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weekends ago we headed up to the YMCA of the Rockies with some friends and stayed in a cabin- my ideal way to camp (Matt's idea of camping is a bit more intense ) This was our view from the deck- it was incredible! We took Lincoln and his little buddies to ride the ponies and they had a grand 'ol time. The boys (and Charlie had a great time outside playing with the dump trucks and throwing rocks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-5395767499845626227?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5395767499845626227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/5395767499845626227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/09/estes-park.html' title='Estes Park'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RvvQFuODS9I/AAAAAAAAALs/4bSIPX9OY-c/s72-c/IMG_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-7111927616844668128</id><published>2007-09-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:27:43.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Obsessed!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm always a little slow to catch on to what's new or the new "craze".  I knew that I enjoyed reading, but I just hadn't taken the time to do it in the last few years.  Last week I picked up a copy of Twilight  and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; put the thing down! To be honest with you, when I heard that everyone was reading a series about vampires, I was turned off. Who would want to read about vampires? I asked myself.  Apparently, I would! Currently, I am just about finished with New Moon- after reading it until 2:00 a.m. Saturday night and sobbing my eyes out after Edward left her... (Matt thinks I've gone insane!) and then reading yesterday for about six hours... I'm sorry, I know that this is old news to most of you!&lt;br /&gt;I am carefully planning my days so that I can read as much as possible. Lincoln is at preschool and Landon is asleep. I have one hour to get some good reading in! My cleaning lady is here and that makes me feel a lot less guilty that I will be reading, instead of getting chores done! Off to obsess over Edward.. or the lack of him. I'll blog more later after I resurface!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-7111927616844668128?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7111927616844668128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7111927616844668128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-obsessed.html' title='I Am Obsessed!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-8698288829835548192</id><published>2007-08-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:55:57.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! What a bad, bad day!</title><content type='html'>Yes- I have yet another post about my Lincoln!  This morning I had some friends call and invite us to go to the lake front with them and play. I was on my way out the door to go to a meeting, so I hurried and threw all the stuff we would need into the pool bag and headed out the door. Little did I know that today would go down in the books as one of my most embarassing moments ever! So we get down to the lake and haul all the junk and two kids in the stroller down the hill (through the sand) to the water. We all  got situated and Lincoln ran out into the water with his buddies.  I was up in the sand with Landon, watching while Lincoln gradually made his way further and further away from me. There were two older boys who had a small raft that floated in front of Lincoln so that he was out of my sight for a few minutes. I stood up to see if I could get a visual of him and just as I did, I could see that he was struggling to keep his head above water. I paused for just a second to acess what was going on, and realized that he was seriously drowning. As a side note, I didn't have time this morning to put my swimming suit on, I was just in my regular clothes. Without even thinking, I went running into the water and scooped him up. I guess I didn't realize how deep the water was, it was up to my chest. He was spewing water and scared to death. Thank goodness there were two little tenage girls called "lifegaurds" on duty who didn't even look up from there little post. Lovely! So, my girlfriend gave me her skirt and shirt to change into... which leads me to the most embarassing thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to gather up the boys to leave and I bent down to get some stuff for Landon and completley flashed my other two friends. I wanted to die!  It's not over yet-I just wanted to go and in a hurry, but after I got the boys loaded back into the stroller I realized that strollers don't move well in the sand, uphill, loaded with a heavy baby, chairs, pool bag and lots of other crap. I'm sure I looked like quite the idiot trying to keep my skirt down to avoid flashing everyone-yet again and pulling the stroller with all my might! Thankfully my friend didn't let me suffer alone! She helped me unbury the stroller and get the heck out of dodge! Sheesh! I'm never going to that place ever again. So... since I just divulged my all time most embarassing moment that is still fresh as of today, I want to hear all of yours.  Come on... spill the beans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-8698288829835548192?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8698288829835548192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8698288829835548192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-what-bad-bad-day.html' title='Oh! What a bad, bad day!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-7122208687352814126</id><published>2007-08-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:23.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost had a heart attack!</title><content type='html'>So my little Lincoln has been sick for almost 10 days now with the stomach bug. Just when I think it is going away, it sneaks back up. Poor kid! Atleast he is at the age where he can tell me he needs to puke instead of erupting suddenly and making the most awful mess.  I took him to his ped Mon. and he told me it was a stomach bug.... I hate when I haul my kids all the way to the Dr. and they tell me what I already know. That was a co-pay well spent! I called the nurse that morning and told her what was going on. I guess there policy is that if they are sick for more than 7 days, they want to see them. The Dr. checked him over and I guess I am releaved that nothing else was wrong. Better safe than sorry- I guess.  Anyway- a couple days ago I put Lincoln down for a nap (something that only happens these days if he is sick) and was happy for the break and went about my business. About an hour later, I went to check on him and he was not in his bed. I was a bit shocked and started to look for him. I thought that he hadn't fallen asleep and was probably playing somewhere. I looked in all the rooms upstairs and then started calling his name. I went downstairs and then outside in the front and back yards. By this time I am getting a little panicked. Now running, I did my search again through the whole house and was beginning to freak out. I ran outside again and then thought to look in his room again. So once I got up there, I got on my hands and knees to check under his bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RszVk3CENDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hI0sHkylfmQ/s1600-h/DSC04219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101687307128550450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RszVk3CENDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hI0sHkylfmQ/s320/DSC04219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bed skirt was covering him up and I could only see the corner of his pillow and his toe hanging out. I love how he even grabbed his pillow to nestle himself snuggly under his bed. Later, when he woke up, he told me "Mom, I was hiding from the monsters".  I almost lost it during the hunt for him. I laughed once I found him and of course had to grab the camera and thought, hey- this will make a good post!!!!  Gotta love 4 year olds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-7122208687352814126?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7122208687352814126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7122208687352814126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/08/almost-had-heart-attack.html' title='Almost had a heart attack!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RszVk3CENDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hI0sHkylfmQ/s72-c/DSC04219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-6377754126989933790</id><published>2007-08-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:02:14.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28, 29, 30... Ready or not, here I go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;meet &lt;/span&gt;your spouse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met Matt at a stake youth conference when I was 16. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't remember anything else about that day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, he was madly in love... ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and I was eyeing his best friend, whoops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atleast we can laugh about it now.. back then it was quite the drama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;How did you know you were &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!warning: this may be a little cheesey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I went to Chicago to see my sister for Thanksgiving and I was away from Matt for a few days.  I really missed him and couldn't imagine not having him in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think a part of me always knew that I would marry Matt. I didn't always admit it, but when we really started dating... I just knew in a peaceful way that I was going to marry him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who was your first&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NO way! I don't kiss and tell... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly, it's a little embarassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;However, I will tell you that I was Matt's first and last kiss.  I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that I can say that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;If you were stranded on an island what is the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; thing you would want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, that's easy.. Matt!  Can you tell that I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my husband?   He is the all time scout!  He is calm as a cucumber and I would need him to keep me from &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;freaking out&lt;/span&gt; through the entire ordeal!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;What can you live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trips to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sick kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;including Charlie&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clothes shopping post &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is your favorite memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Too many to choose from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First one that comes to mind is when Matt and I were playing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phase 10&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pre- children days&lt;/span&gt;) and it turned into a game of  "&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;if you loose this hand you have to....&lt;/span&gt;  to say the least, Matt lost over and over and I made him do the most hillarious things. My favorite was him tiptoing across the room while holding my purse and not much more... Good thing he doesn't read my blog. He would kill me for saying that! We laughed so hard- it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guilty pleasures&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pecan pie&lt;/span&gt;, getting my nails done, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;having a house cleaner&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i highly recommend one&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt; Random facts &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that make you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;you&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love to jam out in my car to loud music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Matt calls my house fort knox, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am a habitual door locker.  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love a good deal, I am a huge coupon clipper (one of those ladies that everyone &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; to be behind in the check out line!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite kind of gum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kiwi strawberry- trident (i think it's trident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;What do you do to get &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; for bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am not a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt; person at all.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It depends on the night&lt;/span&gt; and how I feel. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some nights, I'm out cold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and don't even&lt;/span&gt; wash my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-6377754126989933790?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6377754126989933790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/6377754126989933790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/08/28-29-30-ready-or-not-here-i-go.html' title='28, 29, 30... Ready or not, here I go!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-1951772960151305399</id><published>2007-08-10T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:55:34.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it too... but you are all invited!</title><content type='html'>I went private. I hope you all got your invites! Let me know if you know of someone who got shut out.  Bye, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-1951772960151305399?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1951772960151305399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1951772960151305399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-did-it-too-but-you-are-all-invited.html' title='I did it too... but you are all invited!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-8437719972968927533</id><published>2007-08-08T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:57:56.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to be Home</title><content type='html'>It was a lot of fun to go on vacation.... but I am truly happy to be home. I haven't gone anywhere for the past three days, I gues I am just trying to recover. We were gone for almost two weeks. It was quite the chore getting Charlie to the dog sitter (love you Cameo :) ) and then getting out of town. We drove the boys to Utah- (to be loved by their grandma's and aunt) and then flew out of SLC airport. The flight wasn't all that bad despite the little old man with crusty bloody scabs on his head that I got to sit behind and stare at for 6 hrs. It was great! Good thing Harry Potter kept me distracted. Yes- Matt and I sat on the plane reading Harry, Me#6 and Matt #7  --we are Potter nerds as well.  We were warmly greeted at the Kahilui airport with lays- I know that I spelled that wrong, but I don't know how it is really spelled! It is quite ironic that Dane, Matt's brother, did that- he must have known that I was secretly wishing he would. Since Matt and I had our first sqaubble in that very airport 6 years ago over the very issue of a flower lay. When we were on our honeymoon, Matt didn't buy me one and I was waiting for him to do so (without saying anything) up until the very last minute and then I got mad at him for being so thoughtless. In his defense, he did go down to the airport gift shop and bought one for me. It is still hanging on my jewelery box in my armeoux! I swear the Maui airport is cursed, we also had a little dissagreement their waiting for our flight out to Ohahu. Now that you know all about our agruments... :)&lt;br /&gt;The moment we hot to Hawaii we were off and running... wasn't it supposed to be relaxing? There was so much we wanted to do. We stayed in the Sheraton Maui Resort and absolutley fell in love with the landscaping and most of all, the pool! Although, the first time we went to bask in the sun we turned into lobsters. So much for the beautiful brown tan I was hoping for :) That night, we ate the best sushi ever! We were right next to the ocean and I guess I felt better about eating raw fish knowing that they probably just pulled it straight out of the ocean and I didn't need to worry about its freshness. We were able to do the road to Hana the next day- thanks to dramamine. I was drunk the whole day, but I do remember most of it. Matt told me later that night that I was a little scary. The road was soo incredibly windey, but totally worthy the scenic view. Good thing we stopped along the way and went on little hikes up to the waterfalls. We stopped at Waeynapanapa and hiked up the black rocks that were all around the black sand beach. I don't think I knew black sand beaches exsisted- it was amazing. The road ended for us at the seven sacred pools. I guess it's supposed to be a famous place where they film movies. It was literally seven different fresh water pools that flow in one big water fall down the mountain. Matt and Dane had a fun time cliff jumping. It took us about 12 hrs to do the trip. It was a nice Sunday drive. We also spent some time in Honolulu. We went to the Dole pineapple plant and got the yummy pineapple icecream. Then we headed out to the North Shore and drove by all the beautiful beaches on our way to the Polynesian Cultural Center. The temple was great to see- it was beautiful. We loved the PCC. It was very impressive- the night show was great and we were so proud that it was the only show we had been to that had modest dancers! The next day we saw Pearl Harbor - it was interesting to see the memorials and learn more about D-day. The last few days we spent back in Maui and just relaxed. Matt's family came the day we left and it was fun to see them! Most of all, it was great to see the boys again back in Utah. We all did surprisingly well while we were apart.  I was able to hold it together and be away from the boys for so long, and they were very well taken care of by family. I just love those boys. It was fun to munch on Landon's cheeks and to hear Lincoln's giggle again- his laugh is the best. He might look like a clone of Matt, but atleast he got my laugh! Hope you enjoyed the travel log :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-8437719972968927533?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8437719972968927533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8437719972968927533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-to-be-home.html' title='Happy to be Home'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3832805204010545311</id><published>2007-08-07T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:01:25.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>What a fun trip! Matt and I had soooo much fun in Hawaii. We are now tan- mostly sunburned really! The hotel was really nice- thanks to Matt's brother. I had quite the time getting the slide show on my blog- hope you enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3832805204010545311?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3832805204010545311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3832805204010545311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/08/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-4708819966780946840</id><published>2007-07-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:29:12.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan's Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The summer is passing  way too fast and I am realizing that my little Lincoln will be in pre-school four days a week in the Fall. I have complete mixed feelings about that. I put him in pre-school last year and he excelled so much. Granted it was just two mornings a week- jumping to four will be a little sad- I feel like I am sending him out into the world. First preschool then Kindergarten... first grade, AHHHH! Things will never be the same! I have loved seeing him grow and make little friends. He had a little crush on his teacher- too cute!  I must admit that I have been lacking in the fun mommy department this summer, I need your fun ideas of what you guys have been doing that is fun for the kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next random thought... Last Sunday I was called to be the Primary chorister. I have always wanted this calling and I am sooooo excited about it. I have never served in the Primary and I wanted to get feedback from all you tried and true primary experts (I know there are many of you.)  I remember the fun choristers from primary when I was little and thought they were the best! I need ideas of some fun things to do, or some tips on how to teach them. The primary program is approaching fast and that is a little scarey to me. Not that I have to lead the kids... but that the whole ward gets to stare at my backside for an hour =) just kidding- kind of!&lt;br /&gt;I was also called to be on the Enrichment committee. This department basically consists of me,  and the Enrichment leader- we have our work cut out for us.  So, if any of you have had any fun Enrichment groups or anything of that sort lately, I need those good ideas as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so much fun seeing so many friends and family over the last couple months. I appreciate all your love and support.  Even listening to me when I need to talk or vent about all the random things going on in life. Thanks for your uplifting posts and comments-- it means a lot to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-4708819966780946840?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4708819966780946840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4708819966780946840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/07/megans-random-thoughts.html' title='Megan&apos;s Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-4767828885983865892</id><published>2007-07-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:24.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RpLsAUGUXfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cLx1T4IYLIg/s1600-h/DSC03899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085386419394076146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RpLsAUGUXfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cLx1T4IYLIg/s200/DSC03899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RpLrz0GUXeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AzTtzMvamIU/s1600-h/DSC03890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085386204645711330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RpLrz0GUXeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AzTtzMvamIU/s200/DSC03890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RpLrkkGUXdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EDP-t6GeJDU/s1600-h/DSC03970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085385942652706258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RpLrkkGUXdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EDP-t6GeJDU/s320/DSC03970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America! We always have such a good time on the 4th. Since we have been in CO we have been going down to the Greeley Stampeed-rodeo and carnival. This year we didn't actually go to the rodeo, the boys were more interested in the petting zoo and the shark tank.  Lincoln was so excited for "night time" to set the fireworks off. Good times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must give a shout out to the cookbook. I have made two of the recipes and they were a BIG hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt had some buddies over to watch the UFC fight and I made Annie's carmel popcorn. It was gone in two seconds! They have all decided that they are doing the fights at my house from now on as long as I agree to make that popcorn! Good job Annie! Good job to Jen (Gray) as well. We had friends over for dinner last night and I made your Spicy Mexican Skillet. It was the yummiest! Thanks to all of you for rekindling the good food preperations at my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-4767828885983865892?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4767828885983865892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4767828885983865892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-4th.html' title='Love the 4th'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RpLsAUGUXfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cLx1T4IYLIg/s72-c/DSC03899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-1195349177326683870</id><published>2007-06-24T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:25.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun weekend with my adorable neices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8GW2fExVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yLdhNKJ9nbc/s1600-h/DSC03966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079785894349948242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8GW2fExVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yLdhNKJ9nbc/s200/DSC03966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079785662421714242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8GJWfExUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-yaIXhKZsqQ/s200/DSC03962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8F6mfExTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AZ3YB_G2lgA/s1600-h/DSC03948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079785409018643762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8F6mfExTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AZ3YB_G2lgA/s200/DSC03948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079785031061521682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8FkmfExRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IoimB4LWe-U/s200/DSC03965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8FvWfExSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VZb2PjuFDKc/s1600-h/DSC03956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079785215745115426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8FvWfExSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VZb2PjuFDKc/s200/DSC03956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to be able to spend some time with Kennedy, Kala, Jason, Shelly and Preston this weekend. We had a fun time at IHOP, the hot chocolate was splendid (even though it was 90 + degrees outside :) )  The kids had a lot of fun at bounce- they sure slept good that night. FYI- Friday night is a great time to take the kids to Bounce- they were almost the only ones there! Most of all the haircuts were the funnest for Aunt Megan. Kennedy and Kala have been begging for short hair and Jason finally gave in. They are sooo cute! Thanks for hanging out with us this weekend- we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-1195349177326683870?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1195349177326683870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1195349177326683870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-weekend-with-my-adorable-neices.html' title='A fun weekend with my adorable neices'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rn8GW2fExVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yLdhNKJ9nbc/s72-c/DSC03966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-738096055169151455</id><published>2007-06-21T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:26.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqXImfExQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q8z4fNNQobE/s1600-h/DSC03938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078537703839286530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqXImfExQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q8z4fNNQobE/s200/DSC03938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqWLWfExOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XRtoE8E7GKg/s1600-h/DSC03930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078536651572298978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqWLWfExOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XRtoE8E7GKg/s200/DSC03930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqWX2fExPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y52QMCQZ_Mc/s1600-h/DSC03933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078536866320663794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqWX2fExPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y52QMCQZ_Mc/s200/DSC03933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqV-GfExNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GM-90gri7sg/s1600-h/DSC03928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078536423939032274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqV-GfExNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GM-90gri7sg/s200/DSC03928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; What a fun day I had yesterday! The minute I woke up (at 5:30 a.m.- yes, I am insane :) ) Matt was so excited to tell me Happy Birthday and hopped right up to make Landon a bottle so I could sleep a few minutes longer. Not much longer. A friend of mine was on her way over to go walking with me- she has seriously been kicking my trash the last month or so. She is my motivation for the HS reunion! She drove me over to the lake and it was so pretty and refreshing to walk around the trail. When I came home, Matt made my favorite breakfast of German pancakes- yum! Later that day I had  our babysitter come over to watch the boys while I went to lunch with some friends. Last night Matt took me out to dinner and to Mimi's cafe to of course get some pecan pie- my favorite treat ever! All the cards and e-mails and phone calls were soooo appreciated and I felt so loved! I really needed that. The award for the best surprise of all must go to my Matty- he is taking me to Maui in August. Matt's brother is their doing something with Sheraton hotels and he can hook us up with a free hotel for a week. How cool is that! This is a birthday/ anniversary gift and I could not be more excited. I need a vacation sooooo bad! Today I am on my way to the pool- must work on the tan! This also means I will be having many more appt's with me "personal trainer" at 6:00 in the morning.  Thanks again to everyone for all the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-738096055169151455?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/738096055169151455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/738096055169151455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqXImfExQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q8z4fNNQobE/s72-c/DSC03938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3963850123139233627</id><published>2007-06-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:26.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father &amp; Son's Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqRYGfExLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IEEz0TL3VyY/s1600-h/DSC03919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078531373057492146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqRYGfExLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IEEz0TL3VyY/s200/DSC03919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqRPGfExKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/awn3yMFlsKk/s1600-h/DSC03916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078531218438669474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqRPGfExKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/awn3yMFlsKk/s200/DSC03916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Lincoln couldn't make it to the ward campout at the Pawnee Grasslands, so they did a mock campout in the back yard! It was just as fun to Lincoln. Charlie joined in the fun as well. Landon preferred his comfy little crib! Lincoln had a blast with his flahlight once it got dark. He was on the hunt for bugs! The sound of the cows and the coyotes ( and the neighbor dog barking all night) made the campout seem like they were really "roughing it". Lincoln refused to sleep until about 10:30. Poor daddy the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3963850123139233627?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3963850123139233627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3963850123139233627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/06/father-sons-campout.html' title='Father &amp; Son&apos;s Campout'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnqRYGfExLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IEEz0TL3VyY/s72-c/DSC03919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-268742022554715924</id><published>2007-06-16T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:26.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the idea Melinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnSEkmfExGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BVcCSm_nTo4/s1600-h/Jason__Kendra__Hayden__Kylene__Kennedy__and_Kala_Karren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076828444294431842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnSEkmfExGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BVcCSm_nTo4/s200/Jason__Kendra__Hayden__Kylene__Kennedy__and_Kala_Karren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I had a great idea to take Melinda's brilliant idea and use it to pay tribute to my family members. The more I think about the good times and thier good qualities, the more I love them.  Love is a gift. Something I have been praying for each day. My heart is full and my heart goes out to Jason and Kendra and their sweet children. Our prayers are with you and we love you so very much!  So... I want to tell each one of them that I love you, because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;- your callosed hands are a sign of your hard work and dedication and willingness to provide for your family. Whatever it takes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kendra&lt;/span&gt;- your compassion for others is a great example to me (thanks for letting me eat dinner with you last night ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hayden&lt;/span&gt;- your cleverness in getting money out of your grandpa and uncles! Good job with the bag game and sock wars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kylene&lt;/span&gt;- this little girl has style! I love your confidence! You go girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;- your fiestiness makes me so proud.  Never give up with those sock wars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kala&lt;/span&gt;- your sensitive heart and quiet voice encourages me to be more tender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I got to see some of you last night. Watch out to the rest of the family- your turn is coming very soon! I'm on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-268742022554715924?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/268742022554715924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/268742022554715924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-for-idea-melinda.html' title='Thanks for the idea Melinda'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RnSEkmfExGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BVcCSm_nTo4/s72-c/Jason__Kendra__Hayden__Kylene__Kennedy__and_Kala_Karren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-2800650665913837742</id><published>2007-05-28T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:27.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Have Been Changed For Good"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rlsf8At7QTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NV-9YHau9ZY/s1600-h/DSC03861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069680921380864306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rlsf8At7QTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NV-9YHau9ZY/s200/DSC03861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RlsfuQt7QSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6CyGyriBQs4/s1600-h/DSC03858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069680685157663010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RlsfuQt7QSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6CyGyriBQs4/s200/DSC03858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love this picture- he found my glasses and just had to wear them for awhile.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069679714495054082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rlse1wt7QQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nA1_uNzZbf8/s200/DSC03854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have no idea why I have had such a hard time with this post! Whatever- the pictures will just have to be all over the place. My computer has been down this past week and I have had major blogging withdraws.  Just one of the minor things wrong with my life the last couple of days! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RlsfUQt7QRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hTF7m0Ga2jk/s1600-h/DSC03855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069680238481064210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RlsfUQt7QRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hTF7m0Ga2jk/s200/DSC03855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial day everyone! Today has been so fun to just relax a little and spend time with Matt and the boys. Lincoln learned the song "Mother I Love You" in primary this past month and he has been singing it to me constantly! I love it. He has such a sweet spirit and he knows just when his mother needs to hear those words. I knew from the moment I saw both of these little guys that I would love them with all my heart- forever. I have come to learn that they are a gift from my Heavenly Father- sent to love me- to heal my heart. I have been listening to the music from Wicked since we went to see it a couple weekends ago (hence the title of my post). The music and the show has such a great story and is very powerful! We loved it! I truly have been changed for good because I know these precious boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-2800650665913837742?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2800650665913837742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2800650665913837742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-been-changed-for-good.html' title='&quot;I Have Been Changed For Good&quot;'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rlsf8At7QTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NV-9YHau9ZY/s72-c/DSC03861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-1854277139610424138</id><published>2007-05-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:04:50.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Your Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I am crazy- literally days after I had Landon, I was thinking about the next one. I could actually hear another baby crying. I would go check on Landon thinking it was him and he would be sound asleep.  Luckily, after a couple of months that stopped. It has been very different for me. After I had Lincoln I couldn't even think about doing it again- hence the 3 1/2 year age difference. I have been feeling guilty that Lincoln doesn't have a sibling to play with- really. I try to do the play date thing, but I have issues. I have a hard time sending Lincoln to play at other kids homes without me going with him. I think that defeats the purpose sometimes- he needs to be independent from his mother.  We do have Lincoln's friends here, but he has major sharing issues when they come to his house.  He doesn't have siblings he really has to share with yet. Today I have been calculating the spacing that I think would be best for me and for Landon, so he can have a buddy to play with.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln tries to play with Landon, but that landed us in the ER Saturday night. Lincoln accidentally pulled Landon's arm out of  place- nurse maid's elbow is what they called it.  Only a few short hours before that incident he kicked the dog down the stairs. No- I don't think my child is posessed, I think he is bored. His dad is great at playing with him- at night just before he goes to bed.  It's me--- I haven't mastered the art of juggling two kids, attempting to keep my house clean, pay the bills, magnify my calling, do the LAUNDRY, exercise, be a good friend....... and entertain the boys while staying sane. So I ask myself, can I handle a third child?  I have heard people say that having your babies close together is easier in some aspects. I would like to hear what you all think about this. If it sounds like I'm a little overwhelmed- you are probably right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-1854277139610424138?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1854277139610424138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/1854277139610424138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-your-wisdom.html' title='I Need Your Wisdom'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-8862526507036779622</id><published>2007-04-29T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Grow Way to Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059067382561999026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVq-vhfiLI/AAAAAAAAACg/mydwaVYKGBI/s200/DSC03351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059067391151933634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVq_PhfiMI/AAAAAAAAACo/kOQSaxrEr9k/s200/DSC03820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even look like the same baby!  I can't beleive how much he has changed. Where did all the black hair go?  We took him home from the hospital at 6 lb. 4 0z.  As I was hauling him around church today... I was wishing he was a little lighter.  I must say he got his mommy's cheeks!  I do love all the stages they go through, it is fun to see them grow.  However, I do miss the tiny stage, the first meeting, and the first few days of life. I admit, I am a tad bit jealous of all you pregnant mommies.  Not jealous enough to do it again quite yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-8862526507036779622?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8862526507036779622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8862526507036779622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/they-grow-way-to-fast.html' title='They Grow Way to Fast'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVq-vhfiLI/AAAAAAAAACg/mydwaVYKGBI/s72-c/DSC03351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-7427710507776368716</id><published>2007-04-29T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:27.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Be More Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh6_hfiHI/AAAAAAAAACA/1UbgyHUFSJU/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059057422532839538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh6_hfiHI/AAAAAAAAACA/1UbgyHUFSJU/s200/DSC03190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059057431122774146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh7fhfiII/AAAAAAAAACI/gcxklUBEVAc/s200/DSC03154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh8fhfiJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qefvDaNSVtI/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059057448302643346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh8fhfiJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qefvDaNSVtI/s200/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh8_hfiKI/AAAAAAAAACY/rVLiKW1T3_k/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059057456892577954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh8_hfiKI/AAAAAAAAACY/rVLiKW1T3_k/s200/DSC03563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh8_hfiKI/AAAAAAAAACY/rVLiKW1T3_k/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow! The last two weeks of my life have been challenging! I have always been thankful for what my husband does for us... but I am REALLY thankful for him to be home! Matt was layed-off from Pfizer just before Christmas... it made for an interesting couple of months. He started a new job in Feb. with another Pharmaseutical company and had to do training all... over... again.  Not just any training- 6 weeks of it- in another state.  This is the 4th time in three years we have been through training since he has been in the indutsry.   Usually I go home to Utah, or my mom will come here.  This is the first two week trip that I have done alone.  Anyway, the Sunday that he left, I was a huge mess, but decided it would be a good idea to go to church and keep busy.  Bad idea.  I'm not a good crier. The poor family sitting behind me. Unable to turn off the water fountain, I hauled the boys to the car and drove home, convinced I couldn't accompish the next two weeks alone.  Needless to say, I survived and the time actually flew by pretty fast. Thank goodness for good friends!  I guess I just wanted to say... I love my Matty and I am so thankful for the time he spends with the boys and the help that he is to me. No wonder he is Lincoln's best friend- and mine as well for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-7427710507776368716?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7427710507776368716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7427710507776368716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/couldnt-be-more-thankful.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Be More Thankful'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RjVh6_hfiHI/AAAAAAAAACA/1UbgyHUFSJU/s72-c/DSC03190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3726991057970969701</id><published>2007-04-12T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:28.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7MNrDOTuI/AAAAAAAAABw/hlLZWLsANFc/s1600-h/DSC03805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052700367222886114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7MNrDOTuI/AAAAAAAAABw/hlLZWLsANFc/s200/DSC03805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7L_rDOTtI/AAAAAAAAABo/NwEVuV8pGFY/s1600-h/DSC03812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052700126704717522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7L_rDOTtI/AAAAAAAAABo/NwEVuV8pGFY/s200/DSC03812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am a little slow at posting the Easter pictures&lt;em&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;We had a great day. The weather was completely yucky, not at all the sunny and bright day it usually is here in Colorado.  I got to teach a lesson for the YW that day and I loved taking the time to prepare a lesson about Christ. I'm sure that I always learn more than the girls do.&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/4921119244452296633-3726991057970969701?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3726991057970969701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3726991057970969701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun-pictures.html' title='Fun Pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7MNrDOTuI/AAAAAAAAABw/hlLZWLsANFc/s72-c/DSC03805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3094910305765553408</id><published>2007-04-12T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:28.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY EXCITING NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7JhrDOTpI/AAAAAAAAABI/R9qbiYQY6ng/s1600-h/DSC03841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052697412285386386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7JhrDOTpI/AAAAAAAAABI/R9qbiYQY6ng/s200/DSC03841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7JR7DOToI/AAAAAAAAABA/7eiUBXA-Jqk/s1600-h/DSC03836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052697141702446722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7JR7DOToI/AAAAAAAAABA/7eiUBXA-Jqk/s200/DSC03836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landon learned how to hold his own bottle today! I could not be more excited. Of course I love to hold him while I feed him.... but when you are on the go, and out of hands, sometimes they just need to do it on their own. I know you all understand.  He can almost roll over, we are still working on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3094910305765553408?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3094910305765553408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3094910305765553408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-exciting-news.html' title='VERY EXCITING NEWS!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/Rh7JhrDOTpI/AAAAAAAAABI/R9qbiYQY6ng/s72-c/DSC03841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-2912308568387361141</id><published>2007-04-06T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:28.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny little Lincoln</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhcH3XPcYvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-VaSQN694c4/s1600-h/barbie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050514154832290546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhcH3XPcYvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-VaSQN694c4/s200/barbie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the funniest conversation with Lincoln tonight- I just had to share. We were getting in the car to go to dinner and there was an Arby's bag on the seat of Matt's car. So I said "someone went to Arby's for lunch."  Lincoln chimed in and said "Daddy went to Barbie's?"  I just had to push the conversation just to see what was reeling in the little guys head.  So I said, "Why do you think daddy went to see Barbie?" Lincoln says, "Just to play."  I said, "what do you think they played?"  He replied "I don't know, but it was dangerous."  He had no idea why we were laughing so hard. It was really cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-2912308568387361141?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2912308568387361141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/2912308568387361141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-little-lincoln.html' title='Funny little Lincoln'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhcH3XPcYvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-VaSQN694c4/s72-c/barbie.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-7647804278551876252</id><published>2007-04-05T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:28.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon Quinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhWEfHPcYuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5mBWIhhfQxw/s1600-h/DSC03756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050088227220513506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhWEfHPcYuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5mBWIhhfQxw/s200/DSC03756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our little cuddle bug! This guy is a little more like his mommy- He craves love and attention and he has a short fuse. Yesterday he was wearing a pair of 12-18 mo. jeans. Does that tell you anything about his size? He's chunky and that's the way we like 'em!!! Today he is cutting his first tooth and we're hearing about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-7647804278551876252?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7647804278551876252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/7647804278551876252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-little-cuddle-bug-this-guy-is.html' title='Landon Quinn'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhWEfHPcYuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5mBWIhhfQxw/s72-c/DSC03756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3181007416301663697</id><published>2007-04-05T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:28.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln- Matt's little shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV80HPcYtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ft7w2m7vNQg/s1600-h/DSC03793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050079791904744146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV80HPcYtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ft7w2m7vNQg/s200/DSC03793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln loves his daddy beyond words! This flashlight is currently his favorite tool. His nights are spent in the basement "helping" his dad to finish the construction. He is hammering, driving his dump trucks through the sawdust and rearranging my food storage. I guess he did actually help Matt the other night to put a wall up. He couldn't do it by himself, so Matt used lincoln as leverage.  They made a wooden contraption and had Lincoln stand on it. Oh how his 38 lb's made all the difference! Lincoln sure walked around that night proud as a peacock knowing that he really helped his dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-3181007416301663697?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3181007416301663697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3181007416301663697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/lincoln-matts-little-shadow.html' title='Lincoln- Matt&apos;s little shadow'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV80HPcYtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ft7w2m7vNQg/s72-c/DSC03793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-3826885451760954607</id><published>2007-04-05T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:12:29.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie DeHart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV7l3PcYsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fcjyF-ZXJZM/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050078447579980482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV7l3PcYsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fcjyF-ZXJZM/s200/DSC03776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV7bnPcYrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lSU2aT6WojA/s1600-h/DSC03783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050078271486321330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV7bnPcYrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lSU2aT6WojA/s200/DSC03783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The newest addition to the DeHart family. He is weighing in at 3 lb. What a good doggy- he is sleeping through the night. He definently is the center of attention at the moment- Landon is protesting!&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/4921119244452296633-3826885451760954607?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3826885451760954607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/3826885451760954607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/charlie-dehart.html' title='Charlie DeHart'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/RhV7l3PcYsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fcjyF-ZXJZM/s72-c/DSC03776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-8134106962053367457</id><published>2007-04-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:37:07.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle of Miracles</title><content type='html'>I have both boys down for a nap at the very same time! Are you proud? I never knew blogging could be so exciting. I got three comments already! Whoo!  This just might be my new addiction too, Rachel! Anyway- life is good. I'm off to take a nap myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-8134106962053367457?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8134106962053367457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/8134106962053367457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/miracle-of-miracles.html' title='Miracle of Miracles'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4921119244452296633.post-4690861911911850758</id><published>2007-04-04T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:24:01.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Litttle Boys are the Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lincoln is so excited that his brother is growing so that he can play with him. Landon lights up when Lincoln is around. The boys are sooo much fun (most of the time). Lincoln just had his 4th birthday on Monday and Landon is now 6 mo. Lincoln had a birthday marathon weekend.  Saturday morning we surprised him with a puppy. Sunday night we had birthday cake with friends and family and Monday night he got to choose a friend to take with him for pizza and Chuck- E- Cheese. He's got such a rough life! I have such good boys. I couldn't love them more. I am excited to be a part of the mommy bloggers! I love all the sights that I have seen so far- how fun to see what's going on with all my girlfriends! I am going to need help- Min, I can't figure out how to get the pictures smaller. Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4921119244452296633-4690861911911850758?l=mattmeg5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4690861911911850758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4921119244452296633/posts/default/4690861911911850758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattmeg5.blogspot.com/2007/04/litttle-boys-are-best.html' title='Litttle Boys are the Best!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfftHJ6nOHY/S2zhNYUW98I/AAAAAAAAArw/LlkkzjMjGNM/S220/DSC05718.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
