<?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-1419067581281348761</id><updated>2011-12-24T06:06:24.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sparkman Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2816420452384644663</id><published>2009-09-15T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:09:55.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>Callie: Mom, I need a place to hang up my necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why don't you put it in your jewelry box?&lt;br /&gt;Callie. No, I want to hang it up. Maybe Daddy will put a hooker in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following conversation is heresay. I didn't actually hear it myself. The doctor did tell me about it firsthand. I'm pretty sure she's a reliable source. Chandler is underweight and the doctor has been after him about his eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.: Chandler, how have you been doing with your eating?&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Mostly, I like to fast.&lt;br /&gt;Dr.: Fast?&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Yes, Jesus, fasted for forty days and forty nights and I'm willing to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was a little confused until I explained what fasting was and the we were NOT requiring our underweight six year old to do it. (For those of you who aren't members of our church, on the first Sunday of the month, the ADULTS skip two meals and donate the money they would have spent on the meals to the hungry.) Anyway, I honestly don't know where he got that. On the way home Chandler and I had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chandler! Why did you tell the doctor you wanted to fast? She thought Mommy was making you go without food!&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Well, I do want to fast.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You have your whole life to be grown up and fast. Right now you need go concentrate on eating right and growing big and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: I just want to feel closer to Heavenly Father and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I supposed to say to that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, Chandler is doing better with his eating. He gained another pound last month.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-2816420452384644663?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2816420452384644663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2816420452384644663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2816420452384644663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2816420452384644663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4642213237971174024</id><published>2009-09-14T11:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:34:01.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sq6l6Y02N9I/AAAAAAAAAx0/9RuS4p3SW1g/s1600-h/BillyMadison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381421027269425106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sq6l6Y02N9I/AAAAAAAAAx0/9RuS4p3SW1g/s400/BillyMadison.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sq6TGsE0dlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/rbVU_Zh-Wbs/s1600-h/billy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back to School!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back to School!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rove to Dad that I'm not a fool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got my lunch packed up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My boots tied tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope I don't get in a fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohhhh, back to school, back to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here goes nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know you're all closet Billy Madison fans. I haven't seen it in like ten years, but the night before school started, I couldn't get this song out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;August was back to school for three out of four Sparkmans. David started his student teaching in Tipton County. He spends about an hour in the car each way, 8 hours at school, 5 hours each night at Fed Ex, and very few hours sleeping. He is working very hard and we are so proud of him. I'm glad I have the below photo to remind me what he looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I made him take a posed back to school picture, like the kids. He loved it. (maybe not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381400341392458098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sq6TGT7dAXI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bAKzbNXapPI/s400/08082daffb01__1252591289000%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Chandler is a big 1st grader this year. He was not excited to leave kindergarten behind. (Hey, who wants to give up snack time and naps?) He loves science and math and tolerates reading and writing. He recently has decided he wants to be a marine biologist. If you want to hear a mouthful, ask him about dolphins and echolocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381400335985399186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sq6TF_yT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8fAemMaNATo/s400/000_0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Callie Grace started her last year of preschool. I can't believe my baby is four. She is already asking when she gets to ride the bus to the big school with her brother. She just started gymnastics and loves it, unlike last year when she screamed until they took her out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381400329726983506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sq6TFoeL_VI/AAAAAAAAAxM/AqPNp6PUaCg/s400/000_0055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it will be Mommy's turn to go back to school. I will make sure Dave takes a picture of me with my backpack. Until then, I will make sure the lunches are packed and the boots tied tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1419067581281348761-4642213237971174024?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4642213237971174024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4642213237971174024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4642213237971174024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4642213237971174024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sq6l6Y02N9I/AAAAAAAAAx0/9RuS4p3SW1g/s72-c/BillyMadison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5793552272079022669</id><published>2009-07-17T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:30:59.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked was Wicked Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCzkJo5lHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/FWsyD6-MMmU/s1600-h/wicked0606%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480990215017586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCzkJo5lHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/FWsyD6-MMmU/s400/wicked0606%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For about a year my friend Joleen has been talking about going to see Wicked. She arranged for group tickets, for about half off the regular price. My Mom took Christine and I. It was amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, once it started, I was all, "What is this Feeling?" No wonder this play is so "Popular"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It totally "Defy's Gravity". No mourning for this Wicked! And I'm done with the puns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Mother/Daughter Date. This was taken at the Orpheum, even though you can't tell. I wanted a picture out front with the marquee, but everyone was in too big a hurry to get inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359479218889345506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCx9C78yeI/AAAAAAAAAwk/gNTZet_qcAA/s400/summer+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the BFF's came too, aka the Sisterhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359479238547706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCx-MK3kUI/AAAAAAAAAw0/di9WN9HGv3I/s400/summer+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 30 of us from the ward.  It was wonderful to be together and enjoy this amazing experience.  I have been listening the the soundtrack nonstop.  At least until a few days ago , when Callie jammed her Hannah Montana CD in my CD player and now it says "NO CD", even though I know Wicked is still in there.  Sigh.  Dave will fix it soon and then "The Wizard and I" will be together again....&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/1419067581281348761-5793552272079022669?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5793552272079022669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5793552272079022669' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5793552272079022669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5793552272079022669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/07/wicked-was-wicked-awesome.html' title='Wicked was Wicked Awesome'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCzkJo5lHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/FWsyD6-MMmU/s72-c/wicked0606%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4287676323105854422</id><published>2009-07-17T12:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:12:51.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST DAD, HANDS DOWN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday before Father's Day, I went to Schnucks to pick up a few things. They were advertising an opportunity for kids to paint Father's Day shirts. There would be face painting and even Chester Cheetah was making an appearance. Sounded like fun to me. We grabbed the Georges and headed over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie got a flower on her face. Chandler got a shark. They each stamped their hands on their Daddy's shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359475868912073826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCu6DTIPGI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4MytRauQNQo/s400/summer+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Ethan was the only one brave enough to get his picture with Chester Cheetah. Can I admit I'm kinda scared of him too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359475873720237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCu6VNe_vI/AAAAAAAAAwM/whexS_6K69c/s400/summer+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; On Sunday morning, I realized I didn't have a gift bag.  No problem. Dave came down the stairs to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359475883039571858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCu637Yv5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/bqtv6rNlxxo/s400/summer+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all the Dads had a great day!&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/1419067581281348761-4287676323105854422?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4287676323105854422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4287676323105854422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4287676323105854422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4287676323105854422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-dad-hands-down.html' title='BEST DAD, HANDS DOWN!!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCu6DTIPGI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4MytRauQNQo/s72-c/summer+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5615253971852887985</id><published>2009-07-17T11:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:01:38.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotlanta</title><content type='html'>Does anybody know why people call Atlanta that? Anyway, back in June, Dave and I escaped for an "alone" weekend. The kids went to stay with Dave's family. It was a heavenly trip with dinner at Ruth Chris, shopping, Six Flags, and a session at the Atlanta temple. It's nice to miss your kids every once and a while, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been to a Six Flags in 10 years. They had something like 12 roller coasters. It was awesome. Here's our favorite, Goliath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359470536657694994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCqDrGncRI/AAAAAAAAAv8/T7m7MeQTPMg/s400/summer+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Sky Ride at Disneyland?  They had one like it at Six Flags, except these were called the "Sky Bucket." So of course, I made the universal sign for bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359470524772811426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCqC-1CgqI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Q_B71Ki8060/s400/summer+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be a little hot and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359470520709222722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCqCvsNEUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/h38-9ytlT4I/s400/summer+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Chris. It was soooo good. Dave was all about the steak. I was all about the creme brule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359470511080813298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCqCL0nMvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Qn9gGK7IEcU/s400/summer+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we may have to make this an annual trip. Or monthly. Maybe this weekend....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5615253971852887985?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5615253971852887985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5615253971852887985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5615253971852887985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5615253971852887985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/07/hotlanta.html' title='Hotlanta'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCqDrGncRI/AAAAAAAAAv8/T7m7MeQTPMg/s72-c/summer+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-7752207079234699517</id><published>2009-07-17T11:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:37:25.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer sure is flying by. We've been keeping busy, mostly in the water. We kicked off summer with a trip to Mud Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, are anybody's eyes open?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461365525676914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCht1-Wg3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/y4e0QYw5JtQ/s400/summer+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing Beauties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461371965702290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmChuN9xgJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/coGYlMI7onY/s400/summer+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chan is very excited to be at Mud Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461378586818754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmChumoXuMI/AAAAAAAAAus/90xMqzVIzxY/s400/summer+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer also brings swimming lessons with Grandma. This year Grandma decided that Callie and Morgan would take lessons in both sessions. The first session was repeat of last year, mainly a whole lot of screaming, crying, and shaking on the steps. But somewhere towards the end, Callie decided she could do it. She now LOVES to swim. We can't get her out of the pool. She can jump off the diving board and swim to the side. (which she does about 50 times every time we take her swimming.) She can swim the length of the pool. She even likes to float.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461381768961602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmChuyfDXkI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9aqgKdd8oWc/s400/summer+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's truly miraculous. My Mom and I just keep looking at each other and asking, "Who is this child?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie and her class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461391049706722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmChvVDwTOI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mP01Km_YudM/s400/summer+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler didn't quite understand why he needed swimming lessons, since he's already a good swimmer. He did learn some new strokes, including the butterfly. And, no, he's not skinny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359462673289865170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCi59xoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/9WyztXxbo3Y/s400/summer+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the dads were so excited about swimming lesson graduation that they came in matching outfits. Aren't they supportive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359462677931624242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCi6PEUBzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Y4gQtB43xzI/s400/summer+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last weekend found us back at Mud Island. We better enjoy it why we can. School starts in 3 weeks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359462679727452834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCi6VweMqI/AAAAAAAAAvc/EadXA7t8xWA/s400/summer+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-7752207079234699517?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7752207079234699517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=7752207079234699517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7752207079234699517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7752207079234699517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SmCht1-Wg3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/y4e0QYw5JtQ/s72-c/summer+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-1109400863006733580</id><published>2009-07-05T22:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:29:28.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>If any of you were hoping this post referred to David, Sorry. No such luck. That would be next May. I'm sure it will be here before we know it, as this year has flown by. Chandler is a kindergarten graduate. It seems like just yesterday I was blubbering over my &lt;a href="http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/08/kindergarten-eve.html"&gt;"Night Before Kindergarten" post&lt;/a&gt; and here he is, already done. It was a year of learning, for both Chandler and his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187604509161090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFywNhX9oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zkn0ox5zWaE/s400/chan%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduation itself was quite the event. Unfortunately, it was held in the un-airconditioned gym. Boy, was it hot! The kids were really cute and sang lots of fun songs they have been learning all year. Chan will still occasionally bust out in "There's a Little Wheel Turning in My Heart." My favorite was the song "First Grade, First Grade", set to the tune of "New York, New York." (Start spreading the news, we're leaving today. We want to be a part of it, First Grade, First Grade!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been spotted! His hat might be a little big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFyvx9C2gI/AAAAAAAAAuM/YMOZC0nj1xg/s1600-h/chansmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187597109025282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFyvx9C2gI/AAAAAAAAAuM/YMOZC0nj1xg/s400/chansmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving his dipolma from Principal Carilse. How about Dr. Carilse has been the principal at Riverdale for 26 years? Chandler's teacher actually went to Riverdale and he was HER principal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFyvum-kpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/K8MZDz97ZTI/s1600-h/chancert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187596211163794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFyvum-kpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/K8MZDz97ZTI/s400/chancert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler and his teacher, Mrs. Moske. He loved her!! She knew all about Star Wars, Transformers, and Inspector Gadget. (Along with, of course, reading, writing, and arithmetic.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFyvVkv9JI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OFc7IGFEzKY/s1600-h/chanmoske.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187589490930834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFyvVkv9JI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OFc7IGFEzKY/s400/chanmoske.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now we've made it there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll make it anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're on our way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FIRST GRADE, FIRST GRADE!!"&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/1419067581281348761-1109400863006733580?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1109400863006733580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=1109400863006733580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1109400863006733580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1109400863006733580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/07/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SlFywNhX9oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zkn0ox5zWaE/s72-c/chan%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2448082748443507525</id><published>2009-05-08T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:25:52.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Messiest Child Ever??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Does anybody want to be in our contest for the messiest child ever? I didn't think so. There's no beating Callie Grace. Her Dad has been calling her this since she first started eating solid food. Her messiness does only relate to food. She doesn't destory with toys and such the way she can with a good meal. I like to tease her that it will be very embarrassing for her to have to take a sippy cup on her first date. In the past few weeks, she has been healing from her tonsil surgery. This involved halfway eaten melting popcicles all over the house- including her bed, the bathroom, and the living room. Also she has spilled yogurt and hidden dried out jello on the carpet. Is she allowed to eat out of the kitchen? No. Does this stop her? No again. She is feeling better, so this week, she squeezed out an entire caprisun in my car, dumped a family size bag of Cheetos out on the living room rug, and decided to fill her spaghettio bowl up with water from the fridge door. Water downed tomato sauce everywhere!! This morning I gave her breakfast and went upstairs. I came back down to find this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333536146059105682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SgSG3daPFZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Nw9Um-uD2zs/s400/3d1baefb56b5__1241760966000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had pulled a little chair over to the counter and gotten down the powdered sugar canister. Then proceeded to dump it out and eat it with a spoon. I was flabbergasted. The entire kitchen is covered in a thin glaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333536148328965058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SgSG3l3aY8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/qxhgZTx1c1Y/s400/callie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing she cleans up so nice. We love our messiest child ever. She'll eventually grow out of this, right??&lt;/div&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/1419067581281348761-2448082748443507525?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2448082748443507525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2448082748443507525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2448082748443507525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2448082748443507525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/05/messiest-child-ever.html' title='The Messiest Child Ever??'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SgSG3daPFZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Nw9Um-uD2zs/s72-c/3d1baefb56b5__1241760966000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-7925296333655757950</id><published>2009-04-23T14:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:29:46.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Finger, A Foot, and some Tonsils</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks has our family thankful for the miracles of modern medicine. And health insurance. And priesthood blessings. And good friends and family who watch kids, cook meals, and call just to see if we need anything. We love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David started it all. He was sitting on a tug at FedEx. Another weary employee ran his tug into David's. It hit the front wheel and spun Dave's steering wheel. Dave tried to get his hand out of the way, but was not quick enough to avoid the impact on his pinky. It almost took it clean off. His bone was severed. After some workers compenstation red tape, he got to see an orthopedic doctor after 5 days. I was not happy. Anyway, turns out there isn't much you can do for a broken finger. Just wear this awesome splint. He was just recently taken off "light duty" at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327964205088595618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SfC7NzxNXqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WdS9u6lSSHw/s400/0f493bc7e9a2__1240484080000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later I had surgery on my foot. Dave informs me that I am worse than average at the crutches. I was glad to send them packing. My arms were hurting worse than my foot. I am now getting around pretty good. It still hurts, but I anticipate that it will for a while. I also get to wear this sweet shoe for 4 weeks. It goes with everything. Wish I had two. (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327964208785576034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SfC7OBio0GI/AAAAAAAAAss/JwcEckFRhSI/s400/b6630d134ee9__1240484024000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I am walking again, since Callie had surgery herself this morning. For some reason her tonsils decided to grow as big as golf balls. She was having trouble sleeping and swallowing, so they had to come out asap. We went in to see the doctor again Tuesday and he scheduled the surgery for Thursday. Callie was such a trooper. It turns out Daisy needed surgery too. Her tonsils were even bigger than Callie's. Daisy and Callie got matching surgical gowns and slippers. I hope I get to see this happy smile again sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327964210421943266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SfC7OHoxy-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/p2brtVrpuCI/s400/ab3201fb213d__1240464617000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery was really quick. Callie was NOT a happy girl in the recovery room. I could hear her sobbing, "I want my mommy!" as I walked down the hall. Once she was in my lap, she went right to sleep. It's hard to take a picture of someone in your lap, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327964212880680114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SfC7OQy_JLI/AAAAAAAAAs8/aiX65mYvd0o/s400/a9717edb5290__1240468191000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children's hospital here has a special toy room called the "bunny room", where the kids pick out a toy on the way to surgery. Callie picked out a baby doll. I don't know how well you can see, but Callie had a purple bandage on her arm where her IV was. When she came back from surgery, both Daisy and her new baby doll had a purple bandage on their arms too. It almost made me laugh out loud as I rocked my sad, sick little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327964216442385058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SfC7OeEKcqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UOAOPKYLrnQ/s400/a8f4515d1f58__1240468262000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're home now and Callie is sleeping. She wanted to stop at Chick-fil-a on the way home and get chicken and fries. I told her she would have to make do with a popcicle. She ate a whole one and then went to sleep on the couch. Hopefully her recovery will be speedy. And I pronounce our family done with doctors, hospitals, and anesthesia for a while. We can hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-7925296333655757950?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7925296333655757950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=7925296333655757950' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7925296333655757950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7925296333655757950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/04/finger-foot-and-some-tonsils.html' title='A Finger, A Foot, and some Tonsils'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SfC7NzxNXqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WdS9u6lSSHw/s72-c/0f493bc7e9a2__1240484080000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-3899286402059297499</id><published>2009-04-21T18:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:53:52.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&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;We had a great Easter. even though I am sad to say I am without a picture of my kids in their Easter clothes. We will have to reinact it in a few Sundays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327293903242932962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5ZlGzmMuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Fq6aEIE7SOA/s400/easter+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327289549573494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5VnsH6l5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/7Mh2ZN4hg9c/s400/easter+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Good Friday with Dave's parents and sister. It was originally just supposed to be me and the kids, but Dave broke his finger at FedEx and was  given some time off to come with us. I had the bright idea that everyone should meet up in Murfreesboro for lunch. I had no idea a tornado was planning on joining us. We had lunch at Mellow Mushroom Pizza. It was a really neat place, we were actually seated in a bus. Anyway, there are no pictures, as it began hailing as soon as Dave went to to car to get the camera. The skies turned black and it was scary for a while. I was hoping to power lasted long enough to cook our pizza! Anyway, it eventually blew over and we headed to McMinnville. I don't think we knew how bad it was at the time. The tornadoes made national news and had two fatalities. Very sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day turned nice enought to spend some time in Ma and Pa's backyard. Callie loves the horses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327289531017376610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5Vmm_ys2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/xjplDmVSuak/s400/easter+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler on the swing set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327286512456704338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5S25-2IVI/AAAAAAAAArk/2Sn-VqIC8Yg/s400/easter+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids opening their Easter Baskets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have spoken with Callie in the past month since we have been back from our Disney Cruise, you know all about her obessison with Daisy Duck. It's all she can talk about. Vernoica ordered her a stuffed Daisy and she is rarely without it. I'll have to hold Daisy when Callie is getting dressed, eating, etc. and she will remind me not to keep her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327286505284429986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5S2fQ16KI/AAAAAAAAArM/GE4nvTSei8c/s400/easter+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler got some Bendaroos, a really net building set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327286505514348754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5S2gHqMNI/AAAAAAAAArU/pDPsBgFRhvM/s400/easter+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went back to Murfreesboro to a really neat Children's Museum. The kids had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie found some wings and flitted all over the place. I may have joined her, but I'm not posting the picture. Or video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327289537754118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5VnAF9N3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/lfZVnITu7ao/s400/easter+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler building a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327289534754454898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5Vm06x_XI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rsBXvlJAQZA/s400/easter+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie even got a story in Pa's lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327286514735769106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5S3CeN5hI/AAAAAAAAArs/cIkQ-4cVd4I/s400/easter+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the long drive back,  away from distractions of every day life, we were able to pull out the scriptures and have a meaningful discussion on the last week of the Savior's mortal life and the true meaning of Easter. Chandler was almost tearful as we discussed what Jesus went through for each of us. He then asked what in the world the Easter Bunny and eggs and candy had to do with Jesus dying for us and then being resurrected on the third day. I really didn't have an answer for him. I tried to explain that the egg hunts and toys and candy were fun, but not the real meaning of easter. Just like getting presents and Santa Claus is not the real meaning of Christmas. We discussed how we needed to remember the Savior and his sacrifice every day, not just on Easter. I saw the light in their eyes as they talked about Jesus and his love for them.  It was choice experience, one I will not be forgetting soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a Happy Easter!&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/1419067581281348761-3899286402059297499?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3899286402059297499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=3899286402059297499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3899286402059297499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3899286402059297499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Se5ZlGzmMuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Fq6aEIE7SOA/s72-c/easter+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6272072304157891484</id><published>2009-04-03T19:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:22:00.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise</title><content type='html'>&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdary559D9I/AAAAAAAAApY/ic-1-lrUNn0/s1600-h/kids+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320628900810526674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdary559D9I/AAAAAAAAApY/ic-1-lrUNn0/s400/kids+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a great deal on a 3 night Disney Cruise! The kids were even free. It was a blast! Callie is still talking about it. It did involve a 13 hour car ride to Port Canaveral Florida. But if you give them enough junk food, they'll eventually go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320633525277979666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdawAFY6dBI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ncJgdY2jcq4/s400/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ran into Minnie in the terminal, waiting to get on the boat. Callie tried to run straight for her and skip the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320628900226494866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdary3utcZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kko9xL0edok/s400/fam+minnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after we got on the boat, we had the mandatory boat drill. Glad we didn't have to use these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320628903924250546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdarzFgUt7I/AAAAAAAAApg/JlZdj4wb8gc/s400/life+jackets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids loved the Mickey Pool! Chandler was all about the water slide.  Callie was relieved you had to be 4 to go on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320631927409581874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaujE3ZnzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/y4-DWx9p_t8/s400/slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320626358129949922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdape5rqfOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/24EGxqq93b4/s400/chan+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler has a little waterproof camera.  The resolution isn't great, but it takes some fun pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320631926467729938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaujBW2GhI/AAAAAAAAApw/OLya-Si_TvA/s400/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320632753427973666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdavTKBiBiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fS8I6NK86HI/s400/chan+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that Callie can put her face in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320632747912929714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdavS1epIbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ftiW4e7CE8s/s400/callie+under.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Atlantis Aquarium in Nassua.  Chandler loved it and couldn't stop asking our tour guide questions about the marine life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320628896998564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaryrtHJBI/AAAAAAAAApA/R8ylBOgs0Wk/s400/fam+atlantis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me if this was my favorite part.  Especially since we were going to the beach the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320633530767749026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdawAZ1xr6I/AAAAAAAAArA/WpE7ccYR1us/s400/shark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castaway Cay- Disney's private island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320626355228617986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdapeu37rQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AJd4apc-XPI/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned rainy and cold after this!  So sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320626355101755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdapeuZr6fI/AAAAAAAAAog/Su4nzLDsPVM/s400/cat+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did have a cool store there though.  Chandler especially liked the name, "The Chandlery".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320626388852115202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdapgsIZhwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/KZS4HEXqx2c/s400/chandlery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last night of the cruise, the kids' club had a pajama party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie got to meet Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320631933604696034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdaujb8bj-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/X6W1STghpus/s400/snow+white.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chandler got to meet Stitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320626379767078066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdapgKSW3LI/AAAAAAAAAow/n5K8tMg2fz0/s400/chan+stich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breakfast, right before we got off the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320628894901925282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdaryj5O9aI/AAAAAAAAApI/x7oBA617014/s400/fam+breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disney was advertising the 7 day cruise onboard.  Both kids asked when we were going.  Maybe when Chandler is a famous marine biologist he can take us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6272072304157891484?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6272072304157891484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6272072304157891484' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6272072304157891484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6272072304157891484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/04/disney-cruise.html' title='Disney Cruise'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdary559D9I/AAAAAAAAApY/ic-1-lrUNn0/s72-c/kids+boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-288339575354206947</id><published>2009-04-03T18:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:14:20.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had some sporadic beautiful weather lately. The kids love to play outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320621299021528722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdak4bCOPpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bphIwlSumV8/s400/chantree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320621295995206658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdak4PwsPAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fvKYN4LlSB0/s400/calliebike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spring time breeze also blew in some visitors all the way from Colorado. We had a fun visit with two of our favorite people, Alicia and Naters! We took them to the zoo, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie and Morgan got to take turns bossing, um, showing Nathan around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320621302598705538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdak4oXFoYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Qdtg6UhtzKM/s400/zoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may notice our Tiger gear.  This was the day of the Mizzou Sweet Sixteen game.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320621291296403746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdak3-QaMSI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0m5NpUttS4Y/s400/zoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to open the pool yet?&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/1419067581281348761-288339575354206947?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/288339575354206947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=288339575354206947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/288339575354206947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/288339575354206947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/Sdak4bCOPpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bphIwlSumV8/s72-c/chantree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8789550396421051060</id><published>2009-04-03T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:45:02.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memphis is known more for its ice, than snow. But we got some freak snow storm the last Saturday in February. I remember the date, as it's the birthday of my dear friend, Sarah. We ventured out in the weather for some girl time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320613771677238610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaeCRffhVI/AAAAAAAAAnw/7OsF80XLUhc/s400/snow%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper said it was the most snow Memphis has seen in 40 years. Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320613774063136610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaeCaYVb2I/AAAAAAAAAno/TM5OJvadj4o/s400/snow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, church was cancelled, so we had a fun family day, complete with Snow Cream and hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320613769081613730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaeCH0pbaI/AAAAAAAAAng/35W81Zno3HM/s400/snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320613762762820210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaeBwSISnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/fk40Qq9cSnE/s400/snow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1419067581281348761-8789550396421051060?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8789550396421051060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8789550396421051060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8789550396421051060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8789550396421051060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaeCRffhVI/AAAAAAAAAnw/7OsF80XLUhc/s72-c/snow%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-756846642950713503</id><published>2009-04-03T17:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:21:31.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&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;Birthdays offer a great opportunity for me to consume way too much frosting as I spend way too much time and energy and money on something that is just going to get eaten. I love doing it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320606794167488946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaXsIPiEbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/z-SpGdUATJk/s400/volcano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler turned 6 in January! He needed a volcano cake to go with his dinosaur theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320608807053412546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaZhS07yMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/G4kKXXnprCQ/s400/chan+volcano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got a new bike! It's finally getting nice enough to ride it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320606784274495698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaXrjY2-NI/AAAAAAAAAmw/N0Bq7Q7TRAQ/s400/chan+bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan's Butterly cake (Yes, those are frosted twinkies.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320606789493964834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaXr21RwCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Ldad0BXYIt0/s400/butterfly+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am apparently very excited about turning 31. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320606797707640034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaXsVbkfOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/wsvV_IMvJfY/s400/cat+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-756846642950713503?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/756846642950713503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=756846642950713503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/756846642950713503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/756846642950713503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthdays.html' title='Happy Birthdays!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaXsIPiEbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/z-SpGdUATJk/s72-c/volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8526494685070530459</id><published>2009-04-03T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:52:36.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Return to Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaTFGLGaWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mKpWEIszM4c/s1600-h/potd_pi-pie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601725550618978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaTFGLGaWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mKpWEIszM4c/s400/potd_pi-pie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that the act of blogging is directly proportional to the location of my camera? Or knowledge of the location of my camera? I guess LACK of knowledge of the location of my camera is more accurate. The good news, it has been found. Where, you ask? Underneath my nightstand, of course. The bad news, all of the pictures from the last few months are on OTHER people's cameras. I have managed to collect some. So enjoy! I won't promise to do better. That would be a piecrust promise ala' Mary Poppins. (easily made, easily broken). But I will TRY. Much love to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-8526494685070530459?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8526494685070530459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8526494685070530459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8526494685070530459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8526494685070530459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/04/return-to-blogging.html' title='A Return to Blogging'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SdaTFGLGaWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mKpWEIszM4c/s72-c/potd_pi-pie%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-1791649781207965845</id><published>2009-02-19T22:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:49:41.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Temporarily Closed</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been doing something routine, like doing the dishes, and had a completely random thought? Like, "Hey, I have a blog!" Oh yeah.  I promise to get some pictures together and post something soon. In the meantime, here's 25 Random facts about me, recycled from Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot sleep when I have something on my mind. It's 11:15. I should be trying to wind down, but no. I have this 25 Random things list on my mind and can't rest until it's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I met my husband, David, when we were both working at the Ridgeway Four Movie Theatre. We've don't get back there too often, but it will always be a special place for us. The smell of popcorn always takes me back....just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love the beach, but not getting in the water. I am terrified of sharks! I saw the movie Jaws when I was 10 and slept on my parents' floor for a week. I still do not like even getting in the swimming pool alone. He might be there, lurking in the deep end. Maybe I should get some therapy for this issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My sister and I have the same recurring dream, often on the same night and often when we sleep in the same room together. (which hasn't happened in many years) We are little, like 6 and 8, and we're driving my Mom's old car, Goldy. I think I'm working the pedals and she's steering. Maybe it's a metaphor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have two kids, Chandler(6) and Callie (3). Yes, we got Chandler's name from "Friends", but he is not named AFTER him. (Come to think of it, Gum would be perfection.) Chandler actually named his sister. After we found out we were having a girl, we were reading names aloud from one of those name books. Chandler, who was 2 at the time, latched on to the name "Callie" and chanted it for three hours. It stuck. I have miscarried 3 babies and our family doesn't feel complete yet. We are hoping the Lord will bless us with one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate buffets. I try to avoid them at all costs. Any one time I surrender, I will be the one with hair in my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was younger, I wanted to be a writer or an actress. I used to write all kinds of plays for my friends and I to act out. Then as an adult I developed a fear of public speaking. Isn't it ironic, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever since I was a little, I have loved to read. I used to hide in my closet with a flashlight late at night, so my Mom wouldn't catch me. There was a time when I had drifted in the genre of mindless chick lit. A Book Club friend recommended a new author, Elizabeth Peters. She is amazing. Ever since then, I can't go back to pointless romantic drivel. (I am NOT including Twilight in this, as it most certainly does not meet the criteria.) Anyway, I love a good story, surprises, and of course, happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I detest seafood. I have serious psychological issues with it. Maybe it has to do with the sharks. There was a time when Dave couldn't order it at a restaurant and expect to sit next to me. I have since learned to breathe through my mouth. So I guess worst possible food scenario for me would be a seafood buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to travel. I start to get itchy if I don't have some sort of trip planned. I only have one stamp in my Passport, which is about to expire. My Dad took my sister and I to Amsterdam many years ago. Langstraat is Dutch, in case you were wondering. Dave and I hope to go to Europe some day. And Hawaii. We have been on 3 cruises. We're taking our 4th in March, this time with kids. It will probably be a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love roadtrips. I could drive forever. Calories from a gas station convenience store off some random exit don't count. We used to drive across country to Arizona when I was a kid/teenager. Once I got that learner permit my family would go to sleep and I would just keep driving and driving. Man, our blue Dodge van could fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I started girls night out about a year ago with some good friends. I didn't even know a piece of me was missing until then. Don't worry, it's found now. It's nice to be with other women who "get" you. We always have a blast and I feel like I'm 16 again! And then I come home, hopefully a better, refreshed, mom and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I loathe laundry. It is never complete. Even if your hampers are empty, there is always the clothes you're wearing. I look forward to when the kids are old enough to do their own laundry. (and vacuum, and clean bathrooms, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I haven't been on a bicycle in a very long time. (Rumor has it you never forget how.) When I was 15 I fell off and scraped off half my face. It was for real, one big scab. I want to start riding with my kids, so I am planning on getting a bike for my birthday. I am hoping to get back on that horse, uh, bike soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love to cook, but not clean up afterwards. And I usually make a big mess. In the past 2 weeks, I have made a volcano cake for Chandler and a butterfly cake for my niece, Morgan. I think there may be frosting on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One thing I want to do before I die is.....be on a game show! How's that for a life's ambition? I'm not really sure which one. Too bad "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" isn't on anymore. Autumn, I saw you were on Family Feud and I am so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a tatoo on my ankle. I regret it. If I had unlimited funds, it would be lasered off. Maybe one day. I got it shortly after I turned 18, just because I could. I guess it's a permanent scar of my wild and crazy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have been in the real estate closing industry for 12 years, since I was 18. Yikes! It started out as a part time job during college and somehow turned into a career. It's less of one now that I'm back to part time. But I've learned lots of interesting things. When Dave and I were buying our house, the loan officer and I were talking about our mortgage. When we got out, Dave said, "It's like you were speaking another language in there!" I guess the home buying/selling will always fall under my side of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I think most of you know that I am a Mormon or a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Faith and family are the two most important things in my life. Yes, we are Christians and No, we're not a cult. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have a squemish stomach. It has gotten better with motherhood, but I still cannot stand the sight of blood! My Mom was hoping I would be a nurse like her. No chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I am a huge University of Memphis Tiger Basketball fan. Last year's national championship game was heart breaking. I'm hoping will get that title some year soon! My Dad has 6 season tickets, so we get to go to some games. The kids are big fans too. Callie mainly likes to wear her cheerleader outfit, while Chandler wants to know when we're getting the barbeque nachos. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Dave and I have moved 8 times during our marriage, all within the Memphis area. We're back in my hometown now, Germantown, and will probably be here for a while. At least until he decides where he's getting his doctorate. I'm thinking University of Memphis. (How about them tigers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I love most kinds of music, though I'm not really a fan of R&amp;amp;B or rap. Dave has something like 500 CD's and has found my musicial education somewhat lacking. I don't need to know who sings it or what year it came out to sing along. I like to think I have expanded his musical horizons too. He's been to see George Strait with me twice. I think he even liked it. He drew the line at the New Kids on the Block reunion tour. Good thing they didn't come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Somedays I can't believe I drive a minivan. No offense to those of you who really heart yours, but I certainly don't. It is practical. And the kids have ground up goldfish crackers into all the seats, so I guess it's best I don't care. Someday when I am old and gray, I think I will miss the minivan. And the car seats. And the Wheels on the Bus CD. Today, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am really and truly blessed. Every time life gets hard, I start making a list of all the blessings I have and I am overwhelmed. Especially the blessings that money cannot buy. I am even thankful for Facebook and  blogging and the chance to reconnect with all of you! So do me a favor and make your 25 Random list! I would love to read about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-1791649781207965845?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1791649781207965845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=1791649781207965845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1791649781207965845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1791649781207965845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-blog-temporarily-closed.html' title='This Blog Temporarily Closed'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5045332273473755262</id><published>2009-01-19T21:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:18:45.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations:  Fit as a....</title><content type='html'>I think Callie may have heard the phrase "fit as a fiddle" one too many times.  Where, I have no idea.  Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Callie, hold my hand, please. (as we cross the street)&lt;br /&gt;Callie: Yes, so I will be safe as a fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Callie, do you like your new coat?&lt;br /&gt;Callie: Yes, I am cozy as a fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Are you ready for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Callie: I am as hungry as a fiddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas as to what she might think a "fiddle" is???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5045332273473755262?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5045332273473755262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5045332273473755262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5045332273473755262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5045332273473755262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversations-fit-as.html' title='Conversations:  Fit as a....'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5069498451028381396</id><published>2009-01-19T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:51:58.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Alone" Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SXU70znyRVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lbJBu_x4URA/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293202715440203090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SXU70znyRVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lbJBu_x4URA/s400/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to spend the weekend after Christmas with David's family. We had a wonderful time and then on Sunday, David and I drove away, without the kids! Chandler and Callie had a great week with Ma, Pa, and Veronica. David and I had an amazing week together. We spent two days packing up my office and then spent the rest of the week doing projects around the house, going to out dinner, seeing movies, shopping and (gasp!) sleeping in! Dave had his first New Year's Eve off in 6 years. It was heavenly! But by day 6, we were so ready to get the kids the back! Life is back to normal now, but it was so nice to take some time to just be a couple again.  Thanks again, Ma, Pa, and Veronica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5069498451028381396?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5069498451028381396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5069498451028381396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5069498451028381396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5069498451028381396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/01/alone-time.html' title='&quot;Alone&quot; Time'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SXU70znyRVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lbJBu_x4URA/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-894820720223065577</id><published>2009-01-19T20:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:42:03.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I am attempting to get caught up on the blogging, so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas. After Dave's crazy "peak" month at FedEx, it was nice to have some quality time just the four of us. We went to a special Christmas Eve service at Callie's school. Then we drove around and looked at Christmas lights, which Callie loved! Then Dave headed to FedEx (grrr) and came home just in time for Christmas morning. Santa was generous and we even had some extra packages from Santa's helper. (Thanks, Cottage Cheese!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie's biggest smile of the morning was for the sugar in her stocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293196738885426082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SXU2Y7OFm6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/WJix_qrHzx4/s400/callie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler was pretty stoked about his Inspector Gadget box set! Go Go, Gadget grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293196736517185570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SXU2YyZdICI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wNxqFqQrHkw/s400/chand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband may kill me for this, but I have to post it. I was able to find he and Chandler matching footed dinosaur pajamas! Sorry ladies, they're both taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293196746382452194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SXU2ZXJhJeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jC9jy9SyJU4/s400/dino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-894820720223065577?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/894820720223065577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=894820720223065577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/894820720223065577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/894820720223065577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SXU2Y7OFm6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/WJix_qrHzx4/s72-c/callie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4891210595452094816</id><published>2008-12-25T18:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:41:07.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Update</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas from the Sparkmans! I didn't do an "official" letter this year, so I thought I'd update you on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283905704569511714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SVQ0PjOGnyI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GPrzmLQ9bko/s400/fam.jpg" border="0" /&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;David is a busy, busy man. After pursuing the FedEx career path for the past 5 years, he decided that he absolutely hates it. Hates the work, hates working nights, hates being tired all the time. Can I get an Amen??? So after some prayer and pondering, he headed back to school in January to pursue a Masters in education. He is also planning a doctorate to teach education on a college level. Right now he is about half way done with a perfect 4.0. He has even achieved a 100% in a few of the classes. He took the PRAXIS and scored in the top 15% of anyone who has ever taken the test. We are so proud of him!! He also continues to work nights at FedEx and photographs weddings on weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catherine, too, manages to stay crazy busy. She still works two days a week as a real estate paralegal. Due to the economy, her current company is closing at the end of the year. She is starting at a new firm and hopes for the best. Her much more important job of wife and mother manages to fill the remainder of her time. Lately the roles of cook, maid, taxi driver, etc., have taken a back seat to nursemaid. (See the Plague Post for more info.) I am praying for a healthy 2009! In her free time (what's that?) she enjoys time with her family, book club, and nights out with the girls! (Also she really loves writing about herself in 3rd person.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283905700346888690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SVQ0PTfWgfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/wagSwTEY7zk/s400/chand.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler (almost 6) graduated from preschool in May. He started kindergarten in August and loves it! We have full day kindergarten here, so the bus picks him up at 7:30 and brings him back at 3:15. It is a long day! But both Chandler and Mom have adjusted. Chandler has no trouble with the school work, just some trouble stayting on task. (I wonder who that sounds like?) He loves reading, math, and especially science. He loves to do "experiments", which are always fun to clean up. Chandler also loves to swim and got rings off the deep end of the pool this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283905701567889090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SVQ0PYCdfsI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rq4uDJda9Cc/s400/cal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie (3) started at the big girl preschool this fall. She is a little more tentative than her brother, but is enjoying it and doing well. She is a girly girl and loves pink, princesses, and dress up. The other day I attempted to put a blue shirt on her, and she said, "What are you putting on me? This is not pink!!" Callie has been absolutely in love with Christmas this year. She loves Baby Jesus and immediately removes him from any nativity scene she comes across to hold and love. (I think my Mom's is still missing.) She loves Santa, and the lights, and the cookies. She was upset when Santa came to our house last night and didn't say hi to her. She also wanted to pet his reindeer, Comet and Pukid. (aka Cupid, we gotta work on that one.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008, like all the others, has been a blessed year for our family. We have felt the Lord's hand as he has guided decisions, blessed our lives, and given us shelter from the storm. We are so thankful for the Savior, the true reason for the season, and for the opportunity to celebrate what he means to each of us. We hope this Christmas finds each of you healthy, happy, and surrounded by those you love. Happy Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-4891210595452094816?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4891210595452094816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4891210595452094816' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4891210595452094816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4891210595452094816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-update.html' title='Christmas Update'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SVQ0PjOGnyI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GPrzmLQ9bko/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6131139534318465386</id><published>2008-12-19T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:05:18.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you may be aware of Callie's awesome morning hair. Girl's got skills. It mostly involves sleeping with a blanket over her head on slightly damp hair. This morning's do definitely seemed blog worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281529939067702386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUvDfzC4jHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bDYg5sjlwuo/s400/before.jpg" border="0" /&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;The side view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532552304106530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUvF36G_nCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_Lg0T2YiVDs/s400/side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The back- Have you ever seen anything like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281529936773765698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUvDfqf92kI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Z3RyvSLCYeg/s400/back.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does clean up nice, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281529929051992866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUvDfNu88yI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3Tt2NYI2LTo/s400/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6131139534318465386?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6131139534318465386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6131139534318465386' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6131139534318465386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6131139534318465386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUvDfzC4jHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bDYg5sjlwuo/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-3645671646160623603</id><published>2008-12-15T21:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:06:02.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Away in a Manger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had the opportinity to participate in two live nativities this past weekend. On Saturday night, we had our Ward Christmas Party. The Primary children usually do a program and nativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280228757979651938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUckFFwt32I/AAAAAAAAAc4/8FIHv8gUobM/s400/chan+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler got to be one of the wisemen. (He was the one bringing the gold, he decided.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280228776238337538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUckGJx7TgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/As2hF34Sv8U/s400/chan+wise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did refuse to remove his medal, which he received for bowling a 100 at a birthday party the night before. It may have detracted from his outfit a little. But it IS gold, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280228767273768786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUckFoYm11I/AAAAAAAAAdA/fXi7ZImvLB0/s400/chan+medal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie has already decided she wants to be Mary next year, so she can hold Baby Jesus. Okay, Dawn? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Sunday night, one of the local churches had a live nativity, complete with animals. The kids saw a donkey, a horse, some sheep, and 3 camels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If you look closely you can Chandler's blue hood, Ethan, and Callie at the bottom of the picture.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280232776489345058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUcnu_4FoCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vl0jGgttRh8/s400/camel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got to sit on the front row on haystacks, which was a big deal. Each showing sat 600 people! The production was really well done and straight from the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280232781409537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUcnvSNJzdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m3vnyCKb0GM/s400/kids+camel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also had crafts for the kids to do- painting, beading, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280228788456115186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUckG3S3y_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DObVDBAoJ1M/s400/craft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so nice to have activities that help to reinforce the true meaning of Christmas. We are so thankful for this time of year to be able to celebrate the birth and life of the Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-3645671646160623603?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3645671646160623603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=3645671646160623603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3645671646160623603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3645671646160623603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/12/away-in-manger.html' title='Away in a Manger'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUckFFwt32I/AAAAAAAAAc4/8FIHv8gUobM/s72-c/chan+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4038658067635851257</id><published>2008-12-15T20:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:24:02.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilgrims, Indians, and other Random Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of all the Thanksgiving illness, I ended up with very few, very random, Thanksgiving pictures. (Plague Number 3 is back, by the way.) There's no pictures of the table or all of us eating or anything traditional. Illness aside, we had a great time. Chad, Erin, and Brianna came from Sacramento, CA. Curtis, Alicia, and Nathan came from Denver, CO. It was nice to all be together again. Sadly, it will probably be annual event. So of course, my mother required family pictures and matching outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280221116067078002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUcdIRax33I/AAAAAAAAAcg/j9LGkcjQcvM/s400/big_family_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280221121655037090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUcdImPDXKI/AAAAAAAAAco/p8XBXeb3KR0/s400/grandkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Germantown Tree Lighting. I left my camera in the car, so I ended up one with picture- the view of my backseat. We had a car full.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280219962592436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUccFIY_oYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/TwbTKzqCtfI/s400/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids did make some cute Thanksgiving outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only Chandler could be a pilgrim AND Batman.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280219976102915490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUccF6uJLaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DekAL2p1fzo/s400/pilgrim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Princess Callie", the Indian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280219964323394354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUccFO1r8zI/AAAAAAAAAcI/D2lWXCD2yBY/s400/indian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come back soon. We miss you already!&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/1419067581281348761-4038658067635851257?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4038658067635851257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4038658067635851257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4038658067635851257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4038658067635851257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/12/pilgrims-indians-and-other-random-pics.html' title='Pilgrims, Indians, and other Random Pics'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SUcdIRax33I/AAAAAAAAAcg/j9LGkcjQcvM/s72-c/big_family_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-7072026024408265979</id><published>2008-12-14T21:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:29:52.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Conversations</title><content type='html'>Chandler: Why were there no pigs at the first Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not really sure. Maybe there were.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: I bet the pig shephards didn't hear the angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-7072026024408265979?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7072026024408265979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=7072026024408265979' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7072026024408265979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7072026024408265979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-conversations.html' title='Christmas Conversations'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5463658849169517525</id><published>2008-12-07T13:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:13:20.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Plagues</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I've been absent from blogging for a while. You know I'll have a good excuse. There were ten plagues, right? Here are the the 10 Sparkman plagues, all hitting our house in the last 5 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My back went out. The bottom two vertebrae completely locked up. It was awesome. I now have a chiropracter, which is also awesome.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bronchitis&lt;br /&gt;3. Stomach Flu (vomiting)&lt;br /&gt;4. Stomach Flu (the other stuff, which Chandler calls "swamp booty")&lt;br /&gt;5. Ring Worm (Chandler is sporting a sweet bald spot.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Random High Fever Virus- 104+ ( Dave has been calling Callie "Caliente" - which is spanish for hot for you gringos)&lt;br /&gt;7. Staph Infection&lt;br /&gt;8. Sinus Infection&lt;br /&gt;9. The Common Cold, complete with all night hacking&lt;br /&gt;10. Pink Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a lovely Thanksgiving with my brothers and their families (when they weren't throwing up or running a fever.) I promise to post some new pictures soon. But right now I gotta go find the eye drops and the bleach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5463658849169517525?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5463658849169517525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5463658849169517525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5463658849169517525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5463658849169517525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-plagues.html' title='The Ten Plagues'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4233986650024737067</id><published>2008-11-13T13:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:47:00.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Chandler's first field trip. The entire kindergarten headed to the zoo. I was able to come too, as a chaperone. I received a memo asking me to come to the school to meet my "group" and pick up their lunches. But so many parents had signed up, my group consisted of Chandler and one other little boy. Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were so excited to ride the bus to the zoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268228296383813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SRyBuSmeVpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rOsEHJvFz2c/s400/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we went to the sea lion show and had lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268228305971410082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SRyBu2UVdKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/vIKaLxplsn0/s400/show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my group, all two of them. Um... I think they may be twins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268228311531916450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SRyBvLCEDKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5sTDTNvkotI/s400/bubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at giraffes. They have two new babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268230193890059698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SRyDcvXN5bI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i_dZyIoidQI/s400/giraf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, Chandler loves to get in confined spaces. I am always finding him under his bed, in a laundry basket, a box, etc. Here he is in a egg, presumably the one he hatched from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268228313641763394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SRyBvS5FwkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/HG9XZdRUtVc/s400/egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's his whole class, with his teacher, Mrs. Moske. Chandler loves her and she is so good with the kids!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268228325562743106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SRyBv_TReUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UEArIcj8xrQ/s400/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love the zoo! For those of you who were wondering, the Memphis Zoo was just ranked #1 in the nation by Trip Advisor. We have a pass and went a lot this summer.  It was so fun to spend the day with my boy. He has grown up so much since he started school.&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/1419067581281348761-4233986650024737067?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4233986650024737067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4233986650024737067' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4233986650024737067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4233986650024737067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/11/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SRyBuSmeVpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rOsEHJvFz2c/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-397151706170745169</id><published>2008-11-01T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:04:00.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Conversations</title><content type='html'>Knock, Knock!&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Trick or Treat!&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor:  Oh, look, Iron Man! I haven't seen that movie yet.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Well, you've missed it.  It's not at the movie theatre anymore. But it is available to own on DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-397151706170745169?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/397151706170745169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=397151706170745169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/397151706170745169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/397151706170745169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-conversations.html' title='Halloween Conversations'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8302735345327776566</id><published>2008-11-01T11:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:01:08.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Halloween was a busy day! The kids both had parties at school. I was able to attend Chandler's first kindergarten party. I was in charge of the Bingo Center. It was so fun to be in his classroom and see all of his cute friends. After school we headed to my Mom's to carve our pumpkin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263733089351650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQyJWzdGTCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MfwwG-2BZis/s400/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave did the majority of the work, while we all observed. (I roasted the seeds and they were snacky!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my Mom (aka Little Red Riding Hood) with all of the Tennessee grandkids. It was a much bigger group last year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263733075820225586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQyJWBC9JDI/AAAAAAAAAak/2P5AQN5o6BU/s400/gm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may have noticed that Callie is a different princess that she was for Trunk or Treat.  She got a lot of dress up clothes for her birthday in August, so she had her choice of costume.  She wanted to be Belle.  You may also have noticed that she looks a little forlorn.  She did NOT enjoy trick or treating.  We walked outside to take pictures.  She took one look at the darkness, the ghosts, floating in the trees, and the people in scary costumes walking around the neighborhood and burst into tears. We drug her to a few houses.  Unfortunately the first one had some witch cackling, which set her off again.  I asked her if she wanted to get candy or go home and go to bed.  She sobbed, "I want my bed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263733087988133666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQyJWuYAryI/AAAAAAAAAas/wM2RW6qljDQ/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Iron Man was feeling much better and was all about the trick or treating. He racked up.  Fortunately, David and I were able to relieve him of all of his peanut contained candy. (Reeses are my favorite!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone had a safe and Happy Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-8302735345327776566?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8302735345327776566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8302735345327776566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8302735345327776566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8302735345327776566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQyJWzdGTCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MfwwG-2BZis/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-7433736835072542765</id><published>2008-10-30T12:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:13:17.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat!</title><content type='html'>Last night was our annual church carnival/trunk or treat. The kids always have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie was "Beauty" (aka Sleeping Beauty/Aurora/Brier Rose). She refused to wear her crown and heels. She wanted to wear her Keds. I guess she didn't want anything to slow down her quest for candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263009771164184738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQn3gJOmsKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9rvEQJcc2dQ/s400/beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our sad Iron Man. Chandler sat on the chair and pouted through most of the carnival. We couldn't figure out why until Dave touched his forehead. He was burning up. I asked him if he wanted to get a few pieces of candy and then go home. He said, "No. I just want to go home." I then knew he was for real sick. He's home from school today and seems to be feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263009810861405074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQn3idHKM5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YEkaVnNGvvU/s400/iron+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vana the Witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263020807409635154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQoBiickD1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/YtVfVqNZzD8/s400/vana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgie the Snow White, who apparently prefers cupcakes to apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263009816933803058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQn3izu7pDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_Q3kQrlg3mQ/s400/snow+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E the Darth Vader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263020810334835298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQoBitV_EmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vYhS2NQBQK4/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie would play one game, earn her candy, and then sit in the middle of the gym floor and then eat it. After the piece was gone, she was ready to move on to the next game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263009776908425474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQn3geoI2QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yqLX8lRuY30/s400/cal+eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do I love this picture? Let me count the ways:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The two sleeping beauties in the front, who have no desire to have their pictures taken. Callie is trying to escape to find more candy. Claire's trying to pretend that she's not actually having her picture taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Val and I are hot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My poor sick boy in the back, trying to look happy for the camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263026699754549170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQoG5hJEL7I/AAAAAAAAAac/pCWB3e5uYjI/s400/group+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry if you haven't had enough of the kids in their costumes.  I'm anxious to see what adventures tomorrow night will bring.  Happy Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-7433736835072542765?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7433736835072542765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=7433736835072542765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7433736835072542765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7433736835072542765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/10/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQn3gJOmsKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9rvEQJcc2dQ/s72-c/beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8086215892970625668</id><published>2008-10-22T21:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:42:03.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_gnDDobsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ouBJ9WBMy30/s1600-h/18d1b%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169851232087746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_gnDDobsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ouBJ9WBMy30/s400/18d1b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday marked the official start of Tiger Basketball season, so a bunch of us headed downtown to the FedEx Forum for Memphis Madness. Our group had a great time, some of us (the "real" fans) more than others. (Thanks for coming anyway, guys!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260328410609354434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SQBw0axEBsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LPwbMYfj19I/s400/IMG_4097%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself loved every minute and almost screamed myself horse. Highlights included the raising of last year's banner, a video montage of last year's national championship run, an appearance by Chris Douglas-Roberts, and a team scrimmage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tigers are #1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169849975140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_gm-X88kI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Mfb5Gpw27i4/s400/chan+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family in our Tiger gear. Sorry, Chad, I couldn't find my tiger ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169854189113458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_gnOEpEHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gsD9OeWatjk/s400/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Forum was packed! We got there right at starting time and had to sit on the top level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169857312078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_gnZtNu8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/W2j3Hyxozb8/s400/catchan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The event didn't start until 8 o'clock, but the kids did great. At least until the very end. On the way out, Callie saw someone with a slushie and immediately started shrieking for one. When she finally understood that she would not be getting a $6 slushie at almost 10 o'clock at night, she lost her mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169858045480914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_gnccEj9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/5foQonqMk-U/s400/calliecry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She screamed the entire way to the car and most of the way home. But upon our arrival at home, the backseat looked like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170104401349346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_g1yL4yuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0TOzPj_aLWE/s400/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;GO TIGERS, GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-8086215892970625668?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8086215892970625668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8086215892970625668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8086215892970625668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8086215892970625668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/10/memphis-madness.html' title='Memphis Madness!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SP_gnDDobsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ouBJ9WBMy30/s72-c/18d1b%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-3739679778279408830</id><published>2008-10-18T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:23:34.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's missing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpS5vOoOWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AKFSzYq5JSE/s1600-h/tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258606666792319330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpS5vOoOWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AKFSzYq5JSE/s400/tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official.  Chandler's lost his first tooth.  David and I got a little misty as we remembered when he first got that tooth.  Then I remembered how much he used to bite me with it and I felt better. :) Our little boy is growing up so fast!  The tooth fairy came and left him a dollar.  It burned a hole in his pocket until we got to the dollar store later this week.  He traded it in for a police dress up kit.  Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-3739679778279408830?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3739679778279408830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=3739679778279408830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3739679778279408830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3739679778279408830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/10/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s missing...'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpS5vOoOWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AKFSzYq5JSE/s72-c/tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8054707579566360391</id><published>2008-10-18T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:17:04.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie's Fall Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie had a whole week off of preschool for fall break. We were able to go to the Children's Museum and the Zoo. I don't have pictures of my own, these are all rip offs from other blogs. Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls watching the sea lion show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258603085849094930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPpTLO6xI/AAAAAAAAAYU/B7yijRWAdmo/s400/show.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258602838683351826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPa6aU-xI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oFcC-PIUykU/s400/girls+bubble.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids played in the fountain at the zoo all summer. (It's allowed, as long as you stay away from the water sprays.)  Several times we drove down there and hardly saw any animals.  It was all about the water.  When I told Callie we were going to the zoo, she asked if she could wear her bathing suit.  I assured her it was too cold to play in the water.  Turns out it wasn't, so the girls went in their clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258603083091766690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPpI51baI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gL8gai3S5OU/s400/water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the proud holders of a Children's Museum pass, so we've been spending a lot of time there lately, especially when it's raining outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the fire truck.  Callie loves to drive, like her Mom.  Anytime our family goes anywhere, I drive.  Otherwise I drive from the passenger seat, which doesn't go over so well with Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258602829220526114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPaXKNuCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/G6WRlnffxoo/s400/fire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lovely ladies of Ladder 39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258602835700890530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPavTQO6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/vF2O4sswT0s/s400/fire+group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Callie and Claire being hauled off to the clink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258603084651611826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPpOtuxrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/tuC3S1ffMmY/s400/police.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fishing in the river.  Getting wet is always fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258602834509590386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPaq3Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/J5Xo0_xhuu8/s400/fish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The maze/cage.  I wonder if I can get one of these at home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258602829556987938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPaYabuCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0O9DWnsAVRY/s400/cage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-8054707579566360391?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8054707579566360391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8054707579566360391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8054707579566360391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8054707579566360391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/10/callies-fall-break.html' title='Callie&apos;s Fall Break'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPpPpTLO6xI/AAAAAAAAAYU/B7yijRWAdmo/s72-c/show.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2657029958710068187</id><published>2008-10-18T09:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:38:26.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Fun</title><content type='html'>Those of you who live in Memphis know that the Mid-South Fair has been heading downhill for sometime now. Most people out east go to the Delta Fest, which is held in the beginning of September. We wanted to take the kids, but I ended up being out of town. So even though we were a little hesitant, when the Mid-South Fair rolled into town we decided to give it a try. We ended up having a blast. The crisp fall weather and nonexistent crowds made for a great evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided that the kids could pick a couple of rides to go on. Callie was not interested until she saw Dumbo, or maybe a close relation of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498906635385794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPnw5RXIO8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/GzlOnsGcYFw/s400/dumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498906454889346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPnw5QsGE4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/Bk_36iAknME/s400/dad+dumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dumbo, Callie decided that she was a big girl and could ride anything, including this caterpillar roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498914282006514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPnw5t2OZ_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/kFlnMXuhNfU/s400/cater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly changed her tune once it started. The look of terror on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler went a couple of the obstacle courses, with big slides. He would have done it 50 times if we'd let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498916104142546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPnw50op_tI/AAAAAAAAAXE/n5Pbim0rV8Y/s400/chan+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie was happy to spot a old standby, her favorite, the merry-go-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498921217080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPnw6HrrPBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VoT8Na_e93U/s400/merry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also saw an outdoor circus, some crafts, classic cars, and the animals. But we all know the best part of the fair is always the food! We were able to enjoy fudge, a funnel cake, and Pronto Pups. Dave loves the turkey legs, but Chandler ended up eating most of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501154999326322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPny8JK3VnI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6b4V8He9GNk/s400/chan+turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids declared it the most fun they'd had since Disney World. Until next fall, I'll guess we'll have to get our riding kicks at Chuck-E-Cheese or something. I guess Six Flags isn't that far..... road trip, anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-2657029958710068187?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2657029958710068187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2657029958710068187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2657029958710068187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2657029958710068187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/10/fair-fun.html' title='Fair Fun'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SPnw5RXIO8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/GzlOnsGcYFw/s72-c/dumbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4712929686860452222</id><published>2008-09-28T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:23:13.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>Callie's rest time has become less about sleep and more about destroying her room.  She's been sick, so I thought she might sleep today.  I opened her room to find every toy she owns on the floor, along with her wall decor, and the contents of her piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Look at this mess!  You're fired!"&lt;br /&gt;Callie.  "I am not fired.  I am Callie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-4712929686860452222?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4712929686860452222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4712929686860452222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4712929686860452222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4712929686860452222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversations_28.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8235730659193563925</id><published>2008-09-27T12:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:52:59.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tea" Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SN5xuegj2BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N5wreT8kPsU/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250759258838128658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SN5xuegj2BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N5wreT8kPsU/s400/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Callie, her dress up clothes can only be used among friends. Evidentally it isn't fun to be a lone princess. She did ask me to put on one of the dresses and didn't understand why it wouldn't fit me.(Bless her.) So on Tuesday we had some friends over for tea( water), delicate finger sandwiches (peanut butter), and fancy dessert (cupcakes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250757840955719378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SN5wb8fDPtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/c44_QTDgYBk/s400/table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad Callie doesn't like frosting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250757828365428802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SN5wbNlSqEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TCuvJFxFCTg/s400/callie+frosting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party eventually moved outside where the princesses used their tea cups/saucers to dig in the mud!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250757831477870546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SN5wbZLWv9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/4F3JZbiuszs/s400/patio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Savanahs enjoyed hanging with the big girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250757836041398850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SN5wbqLYqkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IQprL9l-BYM/s400/savanahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We missed the other princesses who go to school on Tuesday/Thursday. Let's get together for Fall Break!&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/1419067581281348761-8235730659193563925?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8235730659193563925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8235730659193563925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8235730659193563925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8235730659193563925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/tea-party.html' title='&quot;Tea&quot; Party'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SN5xuegj2BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N5wreT8kPsU/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2259039219401936502</id><published>2008-09-25T09:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:59:50.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie's New 'do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SNulLLLanXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xezeAm9SAhM/s1600-h/Callie+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249971402028260722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SNulLLLanXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xezeAm9SAhM/s400/Callie+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got tired of fighting with Callie's hair. She sleeps with a blanket over her head and wakes up every morning with thick knots and tangles. She also pulls bows and barettes out, so most of the time she looks like her mother doesn't bother to do her hair. It's very sad. You should have seen her school picture. Anyway, after consulting with her stylist (Aunt Stine), we decided a new haircut was in order. Callie wasn't too hip on the idea until her Stine told her it would be a "Dora" haircut. And it would involve a sucker. (I mean the lollipop kind.) She was sold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rear view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249971409904598450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SNulLohR_bI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QMR4yYGHY9o/s400/Callie+back.jpg" border="0" /&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;The bow actually stayed in at school yesterday. A small victory, but we'll take it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249971418256352338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SNulMHofpFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3wN_HTo8Udo/s400/Callie+bag.jpg" border="0" /&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/1419067581281348761-2259039219401936502?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2259039219401936502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2259039219401936502' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2259039219401936502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2259039219401936502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/callies-new-do.html' title='Callie&apos;s New &apos;do'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SNulLLLanXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xezeAm9SAhM/s72-c/Callie+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-438697035232738568</id><published>2008-09-12T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:57:50.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has occasional posts on her blog entitled, "Conversations", usually with just random things that kids say.  I've decided to have "Conversations" on my blog too. Here's our first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chander: "Mom, I'm in love."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "With who?"&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: "I'm not really sure, there are too much girls."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-438697035232738568?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/438697035232738568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=438697035232738568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/438697035232738568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/438697035232738568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-1753149649650361477</id><published>2008-09-12T12:09:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:36:43.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two trips to Arizona</title><content type='html'>Sometime in April, I was looking at the calendar in my Mom's kitchen. I noticed that she had a trip scheduled to Arizona over Mother's Day weekend. I asked her, "You're going to be gone for Mother's Day?" She told me that she was going to be spending Mother's Day with HER mother, because it was probably her last one. I looked at her and said, "What?!! What do you mean it's Grandma's last one?" She explaned that Grandma Cook had been to the doctor that week and was told that she should begin work on her "bucket list." A few hours later I too had a plane ticket booked to spend Mother's Day with Grandma Cook. We had a wonderful time. It was such a blessing to be able to spend Mother's Day in the role of the daughter and granddaughter, instead of the mother. We went shopping, ate Mexican food, and just enjoyed being together. I was able to visit my "oldest" friend, Michelle, meaning we've been friends since birth, not actually that she is the oldest. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245188407135887986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqnEOtU4nI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sYZhCztNgcI/s400/PICT0001-2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our moms were visiting teaching companions when they were pregnant with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245188403227885378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqnEAJlf0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/6V9DdPEA5f8/s400/PICT0002-3%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the weekend, my grandmother kept telling me how grown up I was. She said , "If you're so grown up and mature, no wonder I'm so old!" It was a choice time to be together, to remember our fun times, and say those words that are in our hearts, but not often expressed. I walked around her house and touched those things I remember from my childhood. I saw the books she used to read me, the yard we used to play in, the table where we had Christmas dinner. As I prepared Mother's Day lunch, I recalled how many meals she had made for me. I watched her clean her plate and tell me what a good cook I had become. We attended church together, where she was known and loved by many. She drove herself there every week, leaving Relief Society a few minutes early, as her portable oxygen tank lasted only three hours. When it came time to leave, it was so hard to say goodbye, knowing that I would probably not see her again in this life. She told me she loved me and called me "her beautiful brown eyed Cat." (I was her only brown eyed grandchild for many years.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245201158814615490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqyqeacx8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/grByhW0jE3Q/s400/zoom%3Dproportionalnoupsize%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Labor Day, we got the call that Grandma Cook had passed away. It shoudn't have been a shock, but it was. In my mind she was always the spunky lady who wanted to ride Space Mountain one more time at Disneyland, not the frail grandmother I had visited in May. We made arrangements and I was able to fly to Arizona with my Dad and Sister for the funeral. We joined by much family, including all 19 of my Grandma's grandchildren, traveling from all over the country. No one wanted to miss the opportunity to pay their last respects to the amazing woman who taught us so much. The spirit was strong at the funeral, as each of her four children spoke. Her legacy is truly her family. She was a wonderful example a wife and mother. She loved and sacrificed so much. I cannot say enough about this woman who (along with my grandfather) raised my mother. She will be missed, but her teachings and testimony live on in her children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a posterity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245201152770128562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqyqH5VOrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wPdfpUupcgM/s400/100_0640%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the grandchildren sang the closing song, "Angels Among Us". I tried to keep from crying, but it's hard to sing while biting your bottom lip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245196570978284626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqufbZB9FI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NJMO2n1gFDo/s400/grandkids+sing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the funeral, Christine sat next to me and Chad with a box of tissues. We didn't bring a trash can, so we placed the used ones in a pile on the floor at our feet. It was a mountain by the end. I could have used a rain coat! We get our crying gene from our grandmother. (along with the shoe gene.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245196562272155458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMque69U90I/AAAAAAAAAUc/QmUujA0vS5Y/s400/tissue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Love you, Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245203544119198386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMq01UXYQrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/r-yYTt8H0Sk/s400/zoom%3Dproportionalnoupsize%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-1753149649650361477?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1753149649650361477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=1753149649650361477' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1753149649650361477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1753149649650361477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-trips-to-arizona.html' title='Two trips to Arizona'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqnEOtU4nI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sYZhCztNgcI/s72-c/PICT0001-2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5511873044161119503</id><published>2008-09-12T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:08:04.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keep Swimming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were lucky enough to to be able to take swimming lessons this summer from their Grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler spent almost every day in the pool this summer. He loves the water. He learned how to snorkel, get rings on the bottom of the deep end, and do flips off the diving board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245181011981745106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqgVxnLu9I/AAAAAAAAATI/by4DwHwIVQ8/s400/carolyn+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie was a different story. She too, learned many things at her swimming lessons, but she did not enjoy it in the slightest. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245181034416677778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqgXFMFo5I/AAAAAAAAATo/D-KShos9ea8/s400/carolyn+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245181020115358034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqgWP6Y0VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Er9HBSS-K-M/s400/carolyn+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245181031818697506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqgW7grmyI/AAAAAAAAATg/3VwrTsQBlfU/s400/carolyn+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245181021809145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqgWWON9SI/AAAAAAAAATY/3t9P3SVaqhg/s400/carolyn+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Maybe next year? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245182195556319154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqhaqxWf7I/AAAAAAAAATw/i8ChrNhSbpU/s400/carolyn+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5511873044161119503?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5511873044161119503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5511873044161119503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5511873044161119503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5511873044161119503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just Keep Swimming...'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqgVxnLu9I/AAAAAAAAATI/by4DwHwIVQ8/s72-c/carolyn+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-3731564329056158524</id><published>2008-09-12T11:06:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:38:17.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A horse is a horse, of course, of course!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqa5KG4e8I/AAAAAAAAATA/ntSlyB8WH9g/s1600-h/carolyn+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245175022782806978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqa5KG4e8I/AAAAAAAAATA/ntSlyB8WH9g/s400/carolyn+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of the 60th anniversary of the Germantown Charity Horse show, the city of Germantown commissioned 21 ornamental horses, created by local artists. The horses are all over the city, in front of the businesses that sponsored them. The kids have had a great time spotting the different ones along the side of the road. One Sunday afternoon, the whole family loaded up and went on a horse scavenger hunt. Callie thought it was such a treat to ride in Grandpa's car, which is normally a carseat/cheerio free zone. As much I'm sure you'd like to see all 21 horses, I'm just going to give you the highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one, covered with 15,000 pennies, is called "Horse Cents"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245173356721718722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqZYLi9xcI/AAAAAAAAASg/JLjktvs7kOY/s400/carolyn+112.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is Chandler's favorite, "Purple Reign".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245175014293322146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqa4qe1OaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bwg23vSvo3U/s400/carolyn+134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom, Grandma, and the kids in front of "Flower Power". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245173345193699234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqZXgmeJ6I/AAAAAAAAASY/WXBA0GnH9Y8/s400/carolyn+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie, our girly girl, loved the pink horse, in honor of "Race for the Cure".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245173360675988290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqZYaRvI0I/AAAAAAAAASo/rvIfeNePiOs/s400/carolyn+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245173367786939138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqZY0xHowI/AAAAAAAAASw/qXulEiDLFZQ/s400/carolyn+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad, the chauffer, could not have been more excited to see the horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245173336724092690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqZXBDKNxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oKwmbaBx1_A/s400/carolyn+102.JPG" border="0" /&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/1419067581281348761-3731564329056158524?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3731564329056158524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=3731564329056158524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3731564329056158524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3731564329056158524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/horse-is-horse-of-course-of-course.html' title='A horse is a horse, of course, of course!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SMqa5KG4e8I/AAAAAAAAATA/ntSlyB8WH9g/s72-c/carolyn+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-3034680603903552457</id><published>2008-09-12T10:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:05:06.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strep Throat, Arkansas, and Other Reasons I Haven't Been Blogging</title><content type='html'>Hello Strangers! I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a recent girls night, I took some grief for my lack of posting in the past month or so. Life is busy! And for some reason I always seem to find myself without my camera, which makes posts so much less interesting. My husband mentioned that he thinks my camera may be in his car, why, I have no idea. Anyway, I have managed to borrow my Mom's compact flash card and steal some pictures from other blogs. (Thanks guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't list the many excuses for getting behind on my posts, although I'm sure the title will give a few hints. Anyway, enjoy the pictures. I'll try to do better, but no promises. (To quote Mary Poppins, "That would be a pie crust promise- easily made, easily broken.") Love to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-3034680603903552457?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3034680603903552457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=3034680603903552457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3034680603903552457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3034680603903552457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/09/strep-throat-arkansas-and-other-reasons.html' title='Strep Throat, Arkansas, and Other Reasons I Haven&apos;t Been Blogging'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6338404681662839723</id><published>2008-08-17T14:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:33:54.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiFF9_-S9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4QFHJ9Bd9w8/s1600-h/calliesad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580904406928338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiFF9_-S9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4QFHJ9Bd9w8/s400/calliesad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Callie's fun filled extravanga little mermaid under the sea birthday party! Whew! Ma, Pa, and Veronica came from McMinnville for the event. I'm not sure of the exact number, we had around 35 people able to celebarte with us. Callie's family, friends, their siblings and parents made for quite the group. Unfortunately, it was a similar group to the swimming lesson crowd. Callie arrived at her party took one look at the guests, the pool, Grandma (the swimming lesson teacher), and burst into tears. "No under! I don't want to go off the diving board!" No amount of convincing made her feel safe enough to venture over to the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Ma snuggling her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235578760742991938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiDJMOqeEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2SWQXV-ARJA/s400/callie+ma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually Callie said her famous line, "I'm hungry," and the true party began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235582551648986258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiGl2dFZJI/AAAAAAAAARo/l8G68MJDFHk/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, she had to have a mermaid cake. (Yes, I made it. No, I don't ever want to see frosting again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235578759722254946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiDJIbTQmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6yVju_1k2c4/s400/callie+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235578763854306402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiDJX0dXGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/elvt8cGx9i4/s400/callieblow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Dave's sister, Veronica, and my friend, Joleen. Little bit of a height difference... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580906905887458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiFGHTxYuI/AAAAAAAAARY/XUiNhET7CJc/s400/jo+veron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie's Daddy was able to get a picture of the little girls by the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580906195732546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiFGEqdSEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JgpI-LXZXWU/s400/guests.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opened her gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235582550229985634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiGlxKxKWI/AAAAAAAAARw/y81UnnYHVVk/s400/callie+gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guests received princess purses with gloves and a necklace. (I found a steal at Target.) Here's Saige modeling hers.  Thanks for coming, everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235586848968796498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiKf_N96VI/AAAAAAAAASI/xxqJAYzrLqQ/s400/saige.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The enormous cake was almost gone by the end of the party. There was just some extra frosting left over. Chandler was happy to take care of it for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580907845670722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiFGKz1V0I/AAAAAAAAARI/2ke5T55VEic/s400/frosting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "After Party", an impromtu ring-around-the-rosies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235582558039291826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiGmOQpt7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/xl-ODYkGFeM/s400/rosies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope no one's tired of reading about Callie's birthday, because she isn't actually 3 until Tuesday. Langstraat family tradition involves several days of celebration. Callie received lots of dress up clothes as presents and we're planning on having a fashion show. Here's a preview!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235583522707936690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiHeX7lFbI/AAAAAAAAASA/0uQrJ0U8iVI/s400/silly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Callie Grace! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580903509662194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiFF6qDGfI/AAAAAAAAARA/o6t3Cj83aQc/s400/calliesmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6338404681662839723?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6338404681662839723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6338404681662839723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6338404681662839723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6338404681662839723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Party and I&apos;ll Cry if I Want to!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKiFF9_-S9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4QFHJ9Bd9w8/s72-c/calliesad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5881561939154618844</id><published>2008-08-14T17:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:09:23.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did It!</title><content type='html'>As you read the above headline, please perform the "we did it" dance featured at the end of each and every Dora episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler's first day of kindergarten is complete! Here are some of the things that I was worrying about last night that did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;occur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The alarm does not go off. We are late for our first day. Or I somehow forget that today is the first day of kindergarten and we just stay home all day, remembering about 3:00 that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;2. A stranger offers him candy or a ride.&lt;br /&gt;3. He gets on the wrong bus.&lt;br /&gt;4. School security guards have to remove me by force from his classroom, as I refuse to leave and cling to Chandler's pant leg.&lt;br /&gt;5.The principal calls to tell me that Chandler was the first kindergartner to ever start a food fight in the cafeteria on his first day.&lt;br /&gt;6. His mountain of school supplies is not complete. I know this may be old hat for some of you, but look at this. For Kindergarten? Really? I hear they need a lap top for 1st grade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234499295563094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKStYDESGAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/UzycC-ICE_A/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to stop there before I come across as crazy. Maybe it's too late...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, here's how the day DID go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234499306817424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKStYs_hjGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9IU959RZ3MY/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chandler got to watch the "Curious George" PBS show as he ate his breakfast. He was very excited because he is usually not up early enough to catch it. I told him that he could watch it every school day and when it was over, it's time to head to the bus stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He posed for a picture with his new backpack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234499313190705890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKStZEvCGuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hSESLOmJYbY/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We loaded up his aforementioned plethora of school supplies and said good-bye to Daddy. Daddy was looking a bit teary and sentimental. I am proud to say I held it together. Or it could have been that my tear ducts were just empty after last night's poetry ridden sob fest. (See previous post.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We headed over to the school and took a picture out front.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234499319080609538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKStZarS5wI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Uj9k05kkUzs/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We found his classroom with little trouble and met his teacher. She was really sweet and glad to meet Chandler. I eventually tore myself away, again with no tears, even on the way home. (Man, I am a rock!!!) Chandler gave me a hug and didn't bat an eyelash. I kept my cell phone in my pocket all day long, but there were no calls from the school. The only hiccup happened about 3:15. I was pacing my kitchen waiting for time to go meet him at the bus stop. I had my camera ready to take his picture as he got off. And then there was a knock at my back door. It was my boy! His bus was almost 20 minutes early! He had gotten off the bus and walked home with no trouble! And I was worried! He's so big. Anyway, he walked in the door and I said, "Well? How was it?" And he said, "Mom, it was so much fun, I forgot to learn!" Does it get any better than that? Of course, then I asked him what his favorite part was. "The bus!" We sure love our big kindergarten boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5881561939154618844?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5881561939154618844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5881561939154618844' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5881561939154618844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5881561939154618844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-did-it.html' title='We Did It!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SKStYDESGAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/UzycC-ICE_A/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8429757150291461350</id><published>2008-08-13T22:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:55:25.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Eve</title><content type='html'>'Twas the night before Kindergarten, when all through the home,&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, except for the Mom;&lt;br /&gt;The new school outfit was lain on the dresser with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of a timely arrival on our first day there;&lt;br /&gt;The children and father were nestled all snug in their beds;&lt;br /&gt;While visions of worry danced in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I set the alarm clock and prayed for relief,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that tonight would be short on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When from the boy’s room there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Away to the door I flew like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;Turned on the light and saw with a gasp&lt;br /&gt;Chandler sleeping soundly, which was a rare sight to see&lt;br /&gt;My imagination once again was running away with me.&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wandering mind should remember,&lt;br /&gt;But a tiny blue bundle, looking just like his father.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday, I first held him close,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m sending him to school, this boy I love most.&lt;br /&gt;I blow him a kiss and then quickly shut the door&lt;br /&gt;And head down the stairs, to check the supply list once more.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all here, the items we’ve been collecting&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if a pack mule is available for the hefting.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the morning brings a new sense of perspective&lt;br /&gt;If not, I hope the waterproof mascara will be effective.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as I pray my burdens seem to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Now dash away worry! Dash away all!&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I will trust in thy plan&lt;br /&gt;Please keep my boy safe in the palm of thy hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-8429757150291461350?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8429757150291461350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8429757150291461350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8429757150291461350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8429757150291461350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/08/kindergarten-eve.html' title='Kindergarten Eve'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-600268667403178109</id><published>2008-07-19T13:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:12.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin' on the.......you guessed it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII3uH4o2TI/AAAAAAAAAPo/v-11zijkSss/s1600-h/mi_rw_top%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224799783233313074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII3uH4o2TI/AAAAAAAAAPo/v-11zijkSss/s400/mi_rw_top%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII2ddLwWfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/L_xgcAvmawA/s1600-h/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning a playgroup trip to Mud Island next week, so I thought I'd post a few more pictures to get everyone revved up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the website, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Mud Island River Walk is one of the most unique representations of the Mississippi River in the world. It is a 5-block long replica of the lower Mississippi river, from Cairo, IL, to New Orleans, LA. Each 30" stride is equivalent to one mile on the actual river. Along your journey, you'll revisit historical events and learn about geographical transformations. The "1,000" mile journey concludes at the Gulf of Mexico, a one acre enclosure that holds 1.3 million gallons of water. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224797268176116770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII1bukRnCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Kyr6-kjfeAk/s400/chan+river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224797270932338146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII1b41aNeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DS1xFSS6Em0/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure this hill was meant for hiking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224798390095926306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII2dCCzVCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/U0sCOi5Vp4Y/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't forget your boats, rubber ducks, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224797274677593762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII1cGyWRqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F1WlPE8NivM/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224797277465983650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII1cRLJuqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jLwGppJuG2Q/s400/eth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the kids love it. Callie asks almost daily to go to "the island". I will send out details in an e-mail, as I don't wish to invite any strangers who may come across this blog. Hope everyone can make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-600268667403178109?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/600268667403178109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=600268667403178109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/600268667403178109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/600268667403178109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/07/rollin-on-theyou-guessed-it.html' title='Rollin&apos; on the.......you guessed it'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SII3uH4o2TI/AAAAAAAAAPo/v-11zijkSss/s72-c/mi_rw_top%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-598158269219217292</id><published>2008-07-18T13:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:31:24.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Jewly. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Play This Game of Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random surprising facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My husband. We celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary in March, which makes me feel really old. Anyway, everything good that has happened in my life since then is a result of the decision that I made as a stupid headstrong teenager. Dave is working so hard right now at FedEx, shooting weddings on Saturdays, graduate school, and finding time for our family in between. Love ya, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My kids. They are also my greatest challenge. They teach me something every day. They make me laugh, cry, and occasionally want to pull my hair out. I can't imagine life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Gospel of Jesus Christ. It brings me peace that I can find nowhere else. One of my favorite scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not boast in my own strength, nor in my own wisdom; but behold my joy is full, yea, my heart is brim with joy, and I will rejoice in my God. Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things." Alma 26:11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think I have already posted that I am terrified of sharks. Even in the swimming pool. Yes, I know it's illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speaking in Public. Teaching a lesson in Relief Society causes near panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scary movies. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keeping my priorities in check. Spending time on the things that matter most. Elder Scott: "Are we filling our life so full of "good" things, that there is no time for the essential ones?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Someday I would like to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise and eat better. I joined "Curves" and try to get there when I can. I am hoping to have more time for it when school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current Obsessions/Collections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I currently obsess over keeping the house clean. (Ha, ha, that was a good one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Twilight Series! I too was one of the cynics. A friend recommended I choose it for Book Club. I was like, "A  teenage vampire book?? Really?" I chose not to. A few weeks later another friend loaned me the first book in the series. Five days later, I was finished with all three (around 1200 pages) and had preordered the fourth. I am thinking about dressing up and going to the midnight release party. I am counting down till the movie release in December. I heart Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am in the process of "collecting" all of the Enchanted Nursery Disney Princesses for Callie's birthday next month. I racked up at Target today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Random/Surprising Facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have had 10 sinus surgeries. The last one was about 18 months ago. I once had a doctor look in my nose and tell me it looked like someone had run a lawnmower up there. Don't be J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a writer when I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will not eat seafood. I detest it, including the smell. It used to be that Dave couldn't order it in a restaurant and expect to sit at my table. I have learned to deal with it. I just breathe through my mouth for the remainder of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five People that are "Tagged"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Val&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Leash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Deborah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Nicole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Jamie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-598158269219217292?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/598158269219217292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=598158269219217292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/598158269219217292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/598158269219217292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4704021072623244139</id><published>2008-07-15T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:51:20.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is summer going???!!!</title><content type='html'>It seems like I haven't had much time to post since school let out in May.  Things have been busy, busy.  I also have been slacking on my picture taking, which is the driving force behind the posts.  So, anyway, here's what we've been up to (without photos):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler and Callie spent a week at Camp Ma and Pa.  They have a great time with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McMinnville&lt;/span&gt; grandparents and Aunt Veronica.  Catherine spent the time off running her office, as the boss was out of town.  The kids started a summer camp at their preschool the first week of July.  It was Callie's first experience at the "big girl" preschool and Mom was nervous.  She walked right in and didn't cry.  Mom tried not to.  Chandler on the other hand, wondered what he was doing back at the preschool that he graduated from in May.  I informed him that this was "camp", not "school".  They have been having tons of fun and bring home all kinds of projects and artwork.  They also started swimming lessons last week with the best teacher ever, Grandma.  Chandler is a fish and recently learned how to get rings off the bottom of the deep end.  Callie is doing what is asked of her, just not quietly.  She is known to sit on the step and sob until it is her turn again. She is doing great, learning how to "reach and pull" and go off the diving board.  Grandma will having her swimming before summer is over, whether or not the screaming will cease is another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave had another birthday last Saturday.  We had a fun family day with lunch at Outback, swimming, and then to the Redbirds game.  Dave is still doing really well in school.  He finished his first summer term with a 100% in his class.  We are so proud of him! I am keeping busy being the wife, mother, maid, cook, taxi driver, paralegal, etc. I am a little nervous about  my new role of being the mother of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindergartner&lt;/span&gt; in a few weeks.  It seems like Chandler was just born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the latest with us.  I promise to post some new pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-4704021072623244139?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4704021072623244139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4704021072623244139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4704021072623244139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4704021072623244139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-is-summer-going.html' title='Where is summer going???!!!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5849897097225475716</id><published>2008-07-15T15:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:14.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338238631653282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SH0GdB9ar6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/y03aNhTbg5A/s400/erin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some of our favorite people come to visit in June. Ma and Pa (Dave's parents) were able to come for Father's Day. Erin (Chad's wife) and their daughter Brianna came from California for a week also. Ma and Pa built some new cabinets for our kitchen to replace some we had to rip out to get the refridgerator in. (Ah, condo living). Pa and Dave spent Saturday installing the cabinets, while Ma and I took the kids to Mud Island River Park. Erin and Bri and the Georges came too. We had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223340848517942434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SH0I08izDKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qqm4K9hE1Og/s400/ma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Morgan, Callie, and Bri loving the water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338199554218450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SH0GawYoWdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3BdsXZoOteg/s400/girlsmud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chandler, Ethan, and the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338191549578498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SH0GaSkLPQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eeSLbgl2tgg/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After church on Sunday, Erin took some nice photos. Here's the Sparkman family:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338251684086994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SH0GdylXBNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uMPQo_4Kcok/s400/sparkfam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's the proud Grandma, with all four of her granddaughters in matching dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223339655194389394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SH0HvfESq5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/dHLBtMWtH_8/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time!  Come back soon! &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/1419067581281348761-5849897097225475716?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5849897097225475716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5849897097225475716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5849897097225475716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5849897097225475716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-visitors.html' title='June Visitors'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SH0GdB9ar6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/y03aNhTbg5A/s72-c/erin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2810202070356461881</id><published>2008-06-25T21:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:59:13.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="1785379829745461125"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Attatched or Single- Attached, to my husband of 11 years (Yes, I was a child bride, but not in the FLDS way)&lt;br /&gt;B. Best Friend-My husband once again.&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or pie- Can I have both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. Day- Saturday&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential item - chapstick (My kids love to steal it or occasionally eat it)&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite Color- navy blue&lt;br /&gt;G. Gummy bear or worms- bears, on my TCBY (something I picked up as a kid and still enjoy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H. Hometown- I guess Germantown, TN. I've lived here since I was 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Indulgences- Pedicures ( I wish)&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July- July&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids - Chandler (5) and Callie (almost 3)&lt;br /&gt;L. Life would be incomplete without- Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M. Marriage date- 3-29-97&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of siblings- 3- Christine, Chad, and Curtis&lt;br /&gt;O. Oranges or apples- apples&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias or fears- terrified of sharks&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quote - I have plenty. What I mean is, I have plenty of quotes that I like. "I have plenty" is not my quote. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what they're looking for here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R. Reason to smile- my babies&lt;br /&gt;S. Season- Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T. Tag-Jewly, Christine. and Sarah (I'll expect it in about 6 months)&lt;br /&gt;U. Unknown fact about me- I am attempting to give up sugar.  Of course, it's my second day and I accidentally ate blueberry cobbler at Jamie's today.  I seriously forgot.  But it was mostly fruit, right?&lt;br /&gt;V. Vegan or oppressor- Oppressor all the way. Go meat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W. Worst habit- I might be a little stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X. Xrays or ultrasounds- Um, ultrasounds, I guess. Cause it was the first time I saw my kids. Are X-rays ever good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y. Your favorite food- Chocolate (Is that generic or what? But it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac Sign- Aquarius &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-2810202070356461881?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2810202070356461881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2810202070356461881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2810202070356461881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2810202070356461881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/06/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;S'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4059698357812149465</id><published>2008-06-11T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:26:37.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband, The Student</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd take a second to brag on my husband. Dave recently completely his first semester of graduate school with a 4.0 average. He also took his Praxis II examination and scored a 194 out of a possible 200. ETS sent him a "Recogintion of Excellence" certificate for scoring in the top 15% of anyone who has ever taken the test. We're so proud of our Daddy and how hard he is working. Go Dave!!!! We love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-4059698357812149465?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4059698357812149465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4059698357812149465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4059698357812149465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4059698357812149465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-husband-student.html' title='My Husband, The Student'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6213724290543212050</id><published>2008-06-07T10:24:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:19.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World!!!</title><content type='html'>The Sparkmans have just returned from a five day fun filled extravaganza to Disney World. Before you begin reading the post, I need to make the following disclaimers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It will be a very long post a/k/a travel log. If you get bored, by all means, move on. Get back to your e-mail. We promise not to be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It was extremely hot and humid, around 95 degrees with 150% humidity. Most of the pictures are of hot sweaty people with red faces. Yes, we do bathe and brush our hair, although these photos are not indicative of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes , my hair is gone. Even before May was over, I couldn't take the heat. So Christine chopped it off for me. I am loving it short and not missing the "Mommy Mullet" at all. Dave may be though. But he took it like a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that being said, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: The Magic Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209169715914636290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqwQdvQfAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YutxbOj45fw/s400/castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there fairly early and headed straight back to Fantasyland, to knock out some of the kiddie rides before the lines got too ridiculous. Unfortunately the first one we chose was Snow White. The ride's full title, which would have been good to know beforehand, was "Snow White's Scary Adventures". And scare the kids it did. They got off the ride terrified and none too eager to ride anything else. Fortunately we did talk them into "Dumbo", which was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170771773204002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxN7HjpiI/AAAAAAAAALM/h4zIcvzAAtg/s400/catchandumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to Cinderella's Golden Carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172799132587538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzD7ns1hI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eti_b89RPX8/s400/kids+horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never too old for the Merry-Go-Round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170752594202962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxMzq7UVI/AAAAAAAAALE/KdjrgpJv_BI/s400/cat+horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170795978155890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxPVSd53I/AAAAAAAAALc/cUUDuIhGthE/s400/davehorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That afternoon we ended up in Tomorrowland. I wanted to ride Space Mountain, so Dave took the kids for a walk. I came back to find this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172798282921106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzD4dH9JI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FJNtszYE5zc/s400/kids+cotton+candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids enjoyed their treat and thin sugary coating over their entire body. We left around 6:00, exhausted and sweaty and frankly, not smelling so fresh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2: Hollywood Studios&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This day might directly be responsible for Chandler needing some therapy. Dave wanted to take his son on his favorite ride of all time, The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror. If terror was their objective, mission accomplished!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209174604751550450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEq0tCEzt_I/AAAAAAAAANs/_ZVETJLNnTw/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chandler came off the ride sobbing. He talked about how scary it was for the next three days. There was a sign advertising it on the way to Disney World. He would hide from the sign. Anyway, Hollywood Studios has lots of cool stuff, including the "real" Pizza Planet, where we had lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209173471833295138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzrFoDCSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-8VpdDFBh08/s400/pizza+planet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night we went to see the Beauty and the Beast show, which they stopped abruptly when it started raining. We decided to make a run for it, which resulted in the whole family getting drenched to the skin. I bought the kids ponchos, but it was too late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209174566714794994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEq0q0YI4_I/AAAAAAAAANk/SOV_EAzUjxk/s400/wetkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disney also cancelled the nighttime show, so we headed back to the hotel to wring out our clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Three: Animal Kingdom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209173527737333858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzuV4m-GI/AAAAAAAAANU/3MNJeAJCfgQ/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first part of the day didn't start out so good. We began in the "Africa" section and weather wise, it sure felt like it. The animals were all hiding from the heat (and us). We did see some cool stuff on the safari.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209173485456640978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzr4YGy9I/AAAAAAAAANE/2S5-ofe-hNk/s400/safari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Callie as able to cool off with some ice cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170730552886290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxLhj3hBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/we_G2PBAZlU/s400/Callie+Ice+Cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her Dad calls her "The Messiest Kid Ever". What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids were both tall enough to ride the Kali (Should be Callie) River Rapids. We got soaked!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209171344337578930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxvQFiq7I/AAAAAAAAAME/26uVsW3uGhk/s400/kali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids did get to see some animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Chandler riding a tiger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170782159245394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxOhzyEFI/AAAAAAAAALU/uuR-JAgMjP4/s400/chantiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Callie romping with some elephants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209169700914685906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqwPl2_Z9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/_hyA-ARQBsI/s400/callieele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw an amazing "Nemo" show and a really cool Bug's Life 3-D. Dave and I got to ride the Everest roller coaster, which we loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I don't think we'll be back to the Animal Kingdom for a summer time visit. Maybe when it's cooler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4: Magic Kingdom, Part Deux&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209171336007185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxuxDa9JI/AAAAAAAAAL0/h6TM9h5qX24/s400/famcastle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By day 4, the kids sure were loving the stroller.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209173500829969026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzsxpZKoI/AAAAAAAAANM/RGGNKbLJJwk/s400/stroller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Callie got to meet her idol, the Little Mermaid. Chandler even showed Ariel some of his Ninja moves. She was impressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172792253556050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzDh_nJVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nOSEQFFN520/s400/kids+and+ariel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Small World is our family's favorite ride. We rode it 5 times, I think. Callie was psyched to get the pink boat this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209171330138885218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxubMTzGI/AAAAAAAAALk/jzsQDdM_JxY/s400/davesmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also loved the "Philharmagic", a 3-D movie with cool special effects and all the Disney characters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209169708159042370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqwQA2Lg0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/m1SJaSZExH8/s400/3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave took this picture for my Mom. Growing up in Arizona, she loves cactus and always gave us lessons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209173438957597570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzpLJ3s4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/LnFmTPrJ_bY/s400/mickeycactus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were fortunate not to wait in many lines. The longest one was the line to meet Mickey Mouse. By the time we got to him, the kids were not in good humor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172808615799746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzEe8rK8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/9oGC_57xhaY/s400/mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The photographer who was there happened to be the same one who took the pictures with Ariel. She remembered Chandler and his ninja moves. She asked him to do them for Mickey and Minnie. He obliged. They too were impressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching the fireworks at the end of the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209171344016195554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqxvO46v-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/vzijF0NWu48/s400/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some tired kids!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172803555533538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqzEMGNouI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CHq6PC6Mq30/s400/Kids+sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great time, but are so glad to be home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6213724290543212050?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6213724290543212050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6213724290543212050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6213724290543212050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6213724290543212050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/06/disney-world.html' title='Disney World!!!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEqwQdvQfAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YutxbOj45fw/s72-c/castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-334624598387451296</id><published>2008-05-30T19:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:19.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Party</title><content type='html'>My friend Joleen and her three daughters suffered a little temporary insanity and decided to host a princess party for the little girls at church. Each princess was invited to don her finest and attend the ball, complete with a red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie was without princess attire, but was able to borrow a suitable gown from a friend. (Thanks, Saige!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206338742035799442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEChgGNl3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o83epPA_-fE/s400/red+carpet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princesses were soon escorted to the princess table, where they enjoyed finger sandwiches, cookies, and juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206338742035799458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEChgGNl3aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kUdND3YGZHk/s400/table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, Callie, and Saige in line to play "Pin the Princess on the Castle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206338746330766770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEChgWNl3bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/L4r-9AJL0-I/s400/line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Queen" Joleen reading a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206338750625734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEChgmNl3cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T5a4Zt2Y7Pw/s400/story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Chaos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206338750625734098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEChgmNl3dI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U7M7ym9CgLs/s400/chaos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Joleen, Ashley, Jessica, and Emily for such a fun time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-334624598387451296?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/334624598387451296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=334624598387451296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/334624598387451296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/334624598387451296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/05/princess-party.html' title='The Princess Party'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SEChgGNl3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o83epPA_-fE/s72-c/red+carpet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2132400317040096810</id><published>2008-05-30T18:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:20.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's Graduation</title><content type='html'>Chandler had his graduation from Preschool last week. The 4K classes sang and did hand motions. Ok, most of them did. Chandler sang a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206328653157621090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECYU2Nl3WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qZV77qmzTec/s400/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no hand motions to be seen. Well, except the ninja moves on the way to get his diploma.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206328653157621106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECYU2Nl3XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ztoe2HEI5Qs/s400/diploma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're so proud of our widget. I can't believe he will be in kindergarten in the fall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206328661747555714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECYVWNl3YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_FTx1kMHgwo/s400/chanmom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-2132400317040096810?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2132400317040096810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2132400317040096810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2132400317040096810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2132400317040096810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/05/chandlers-graduation.html' title='Chandler&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECYU2Nl3WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qZV77qmzTec/s72-c/class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6584762598452307851</id><published>2008-05-30T18:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:20.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father and Son Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECQbGNl3TI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZPMeS7BrXkE/s1600-h/Chan+Tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206319964438781234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECQbGNl3TI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZPMeS7BrXkE/s400/Chan+Tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time since he has been born, Chandler's Daddy was able to take him on the Father/Son Campout. Chandler has been to the campout before, but never with his acutal father. Dave usually works Friday nights, but ended up with a random vacation day and was able to take off. They had a great time planning and executing the campout. Dave took Chandler to the grocery store beforehand to purchase some staples, which included barbeque chips, white powdered donuts, hot dogs, and Hunt's ketchup. (Heinz is the only brand I will buy. As a matter of fact, I feel guilty having the leftover Hunt's in the fridge next to the real ketchup.)&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206319994503552322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECQc2Nl3UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O3Xyi1ptoD0/s400/chan+sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't believe Chandler really slept, but there is photographic evidence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206319998798519634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECQdGNl3VI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0aLdhyCWYLk/s400/chan+break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Stake provided breakfast. Chandler had sausage and sausage only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe next year the photographer will think to hand the camera to a bystander, so we can see a picture of the father and son together. Guess that's why it's nice to have Mom around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6584762598452307851?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6584762598452307851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6584762598452307851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6584762598452307851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6584762598452307851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/05/father-and-son-campout.html' title='Father and Son Campout'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SECQbGNl3TI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZPMeS7BrXkE/s72-c/Chan+Tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-9054911618292511316</id><published>2008-05-14T16:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:22.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtcj2SAhYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pgmKu4RgGr8/s1600-h/logo_small%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200351965665592706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtcj2SAhYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pgmKu4RgGr8/s400/logo_small%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, Callie goes to school three mornings a week at "Special Kids and Families." It is designed for kids with special needs. Callie's cousin Morgan started there last year to help with her speech. They were also taking "typical" kids, so we enrolled Callie. It's for kids aged 18 months to three. The classes are small, with several teachers. Callie loves it. Last week they had "graduation" for all the kids who turned three before August. I can honestly say it was the loudest graduation I have ever attended. It was also mercifully short. &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;You can't graduate without a cap and gown. I didn't know they came in sizes this small!&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;Dave brought his "big" camera. Mine is still out of commission. He told me this was a "test shot", but I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200350780254618994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbe2SAhXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_ATYIEPobks/s400/bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Receving the diploma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbSWSAhTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fsym21ZaHz0/s1600-h/Callie+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbTGSAhUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/muR9-D-mYMQ/s1600-h/calliedip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200350578391156034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbTGSAhUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/muR9-D-mYMQ/s400/calliedip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Callie and cousin Morgan, who is now just about the best spoken three year old you will ever meet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbTGSAhVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Wxor4nMkqfw/s1600-h/calliemorg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200350578391156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbTGSAhVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Wxor4nMkqfw/s400/calliemorg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie's favorite part, the cake afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbTWSAhWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DTieTCw4qfU/s1600-h/callie+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200350582686123362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtbTWSAhWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DTieTCw4qfU/s400/callie+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-9054911618292511316?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/9054911618292511316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=9054911618292511316' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/9054911618292511316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/9054911618292511316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/05/callies-graduation.html' title='Callie&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SCtcj2SAhYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pgmKu4RgGr8/s72-c/logo_small%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5779527886843636833</id><published>2008-04-29T10:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:55:23.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Slacker</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I am a blog slacker. Unfortunately, my camera's battery is dead and I can't find the cord to recharge it. And these posts don't seem to be the same without pictures. I am sad to say that due to the loss of said camera, readers of this blog are missing out on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joys of Remodeling All Your Bathrooms at Once&lt;br /&gt;The Joys of Potty Training (a/k/a The Potty Princess Party)&lt;br /&gt;The Joys of Girls Night Out (You can catch this one on Jewly's blog. I don't recommend chugging Red Bull, if you ever intend to sleep again.)&lt;br /&gt;The Joys of Joining the Gym&lt;br /&gt;The Joys of Finishing Your First Semester of Graduate School (Go Dave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to soon be experiencing:&lt;br /&gt;The Joys of Finally Getting Unpacked and Living in a World Free of Boxes, Clutter, and General Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping with the above referenced joy, I will locate the camera charger and our blog readers will once again be able to enjoy the updates of our day to day living. Until then, I remain a blog slacker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5779527886843636833?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5779527886843636833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5779527886843636833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5779527886843636833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5779527886843636833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-slacker.html' title='Blog Slacker'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-3157791237417797359</id><published>2008-04-18T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:22.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddy Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SAlTOL3D1rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/raH17cRD--k/s1600-h/Callie+on+a+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190771548688209586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SAlTOL3D1rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/raH17cRD--k/s400/Callie+on+a+horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The petting zoo visited Callie's preschool on Wednesday.  On the way there I asked Callie what she would like to do first.  She said, "I ride the zebra."  I told her I didn't think that the zebras would able to come.  She said, " That's okay.  I ride the elephant."  Poor girl, I thought she was in for some disappointment.  It wasn't the case.  Her daddy was able to come and play with her and the animals.  There were no zebras or elephants in sight, but she did get to ride a pony and pet a goat.  The chickens were too scary.  She definitely prefers them as McNuggets. Good thing her Daddy took her to McDonald's afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-3157791237417797359?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3157791237417797359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=3157791237417797359' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3157791237417797359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/3157791237417797359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/04/giddy-up.html' title='Giddy Up!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/SAlTOL3D1rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/raH17cRD--k/s72-c/Callie+on+a+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6767830522506686350</id><published>2008-04-07T22:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:23.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Tigers :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NCAA BASKETBALL NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KANSAS 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEMPHIS 68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186740152882111714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R_sAsELLJOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/euq2ZM02TGM/s400/bignews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob, sob, sniffle, sniffle. My heart is broken. On a purely superficial level, of course. What a ride this season has been. 38 and 2. The most winning season in basketball history ends with a loss. And wouldn't you know it, those darn free throws really did cost us the game. All I've got to say is , "CDR, ROSE, ONE MORE YEAR!!! PLEASE??!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from happier times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186725713202062530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R_rzjkLLJMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B2ehh3zGFxQ/s400/chandler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186725708907095218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R_rzjULLJLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JbQNfAEhdfo/s400/callie+tiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186725717497029842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R_rzj0LLJNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OD4lON15eQE/s400/chandler+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6767830522506686350?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6767830522506686350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6767830522506686350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6767830522506686350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6767830522506686350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-tigers.html' title='Go Tigers :('/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R_sAsELLJOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/euq2ZM02TGM/s72-c/bignews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2919028804935330072</id><published>2008-03-28T22:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:24.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDNAPPED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back before Christmas my good friend Joleen threatened to "kidnap" me for my 30th birthday. Luckily for me (not for her) she threw her back out the week of my actual birthday in February. She kept telling me that she was going to get me. I have to admit I didn't really believe it. Well, tonight she and many others showed up at my doorstep wearing badges that said "Old Fart's Friend". I don't know who the "Old Fart" is, but she sure has some crazy friends. Anyway, of course, I was in my pajamas (which thankfully consist of my Memphis T-shirt and polar bear pants). They decorated me with a crown, leis, and candy jewelry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183009041777632386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-2_Q0LLJII/AAAAAAAAAHM/rOdWu4ffcr8/s400/catjamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another group kidnapped our good friend Jamie, who turned 30 in January. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183009896476124322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-3ACkLLJKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q900UBLz0Hc/s400/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to dinner and had a great time, discussing the usual topics that happen when women get together- clothes, men, and childbirth. The evening had quite the ending also. Since I was kidnapped without my purse, cell phone, keys, etc., I had some trouble getting back into the house after I was dropped off.  Dave was upstairs, oblivious to my knocking.  I hung out on the patio in the dark,  in my crown and PJ’s, with only my candy necklace for sustenance. Eventually Dave came downstairs and rescued me. The night out was just what I needed, although I could have done without the accoutrement (that was for you, Joleen). Thanks, Girls! You're the best! And please don't TP my car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-2919028804935330072?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2919028804935330072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2919028804935330072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2919028804935330072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2919028804935330072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/03/kidnapped.html' title='KIDNAPPED!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-2_Q0LLJII/AAAAAAAAAHM/rOdWu4ffcr8/s72-c/catjamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6664723179315435116</id><published>2008-03-24T18:35:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:24.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-g-ZkLLJFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Sd684vwZH44/s1600-h/easter+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181459980217951314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-g-ZkLLJFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Sd684vwZH44/s400/easter+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart is full this Easter Sunday. As most of you know, it's been a rough couple of weeks for our family. Easter has provided a special opportunity to reflect on all of our many blessings, especially for the life and example of Jesus Christ. I am thankful to know that on that night in Gethsemane, not only did He take on all of our sins and transgressions, but also all of our pain and suffering. He knows how we feel when no one else does. He can bring peace that no one else can. I am thankful to know that the Savior did rise on that third day, that He lives still, and that He knows and loves each of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.....But He was wounded for our trangessions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with His stripes we are healed." Isaiah 53:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181459980217951330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-g-ZkLLJGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1p5yjsqb220/s400/easter+callie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also loved this quote from President Hinckley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We know not all that lies ahead of us. We live in a world of uncertainty. For some, there will be great accomplishment. For others, disappointment. For some, much of rejoicing and gladness, good health, and gracious living. For others, perhaps sickness and a measure of sorrow. We do not know. But one thing we do know. Like the Polar Star in the heavens, regardless of what the future holds, there stands the Redeemer of the world, the Son of God, certain and sure as the anchor of our immortal lives. He is the rock of our salvation, our strength, our comfort, the very focus of our faith. In sunshine and in shadow, we look to Him, and He is there to assure and smile upon us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181459984512918642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-g-Z0LLJHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ohVYx7NAlFM/s400/chandler+easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are so thankful for the outpouring of love and support from our friends and family. We love you and are so blessed to have you in our lives. Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6664723179315435116?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6664723179315435116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6664723179315435116' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6664723179315435116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6664723179315435116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R-g-ZkLLJFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Sd684vwZH44/s72-c/easter+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6135011277228943362</id><published>2008-03-02T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:24.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART MOVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R8trErNVXaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hcGhUj03gJ0/s1600-h/MOVING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173346325027446178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R8trErNVXaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hcGhUj03gJ0/s400/MOVING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you can't make out the above picture, it's our new living room.  Lovely, isn't it?  We got a new couch that is completely hidden by all sorts of miscellaneous items.  I have no idea where it will all go.  Plenty to the curb, I'm sure.  Several of the guys from church and Dave's parents came to help yesterday.  My parents had the right idea.  They headed to Mexico.  Chandler is very excited about his new room.  He declared the bathroom "widget size", as he can turn on the light and wash his hands without a  step stool. Ah, it's the little things that makes it all worth it. Callie, on the other hand, just wants to go "home."  Hopefully the new place will feel more like "home" once you can see the floor.  We're very excited for the  new place and can't wait to get settled.  I hope to post an "after" picture.  Eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6135011277228943362?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6135011277228943362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6135011277228943362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6135011277228943362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6135011277228943362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-heart-moving.html' title='I HEART MOVING'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R8trErNVXaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hcGhUj03gJ0/s72-c/MOVING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-1881532569401558113</id><published>2008-02-25T21:50:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:11:58.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plague on Both Your Houses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;There are many forms of funk circulating the Memphis area. A couple in particular have hit the two family homes on our street. Ethan was the first to go down, complete with two ear infections. Dave was next, except his was a stomach virus with the touch of the flu. Then Callie. Then Christine. Then Grandma. I got my own special version Saturday afternoon while attempting to clean the church. I went home and buried myself under 2 dozen blankets because I was freezing in my hoodie and polar bear pajama pants. I had a fever, the chills, and body aches while watching my beloved #1 ranked &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Memphis Tigers&lt;/span&gt; lose to our evil arch rival, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;. Just when I thought I couldn't feel any worse. The tigers had a funk all their own. Anyway, today I am once again in the land of the living, which is good. Because the virus makes you feel like you may be dying. My Dad is today's latest victim and he agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's something David and I love to say to each other when we're sick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sick Person: "I'm dying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well Person: "You're not dying. You just can't think of anything good to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you can name what movie that's from, you get a gold star. It's an 80's classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my pity party is over. Long live health, Tylenol PM, and the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Memphis Tigers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-1881532569401558113?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1881532569401558113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=1881532569401558113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1881532569401558113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/1881532569401558113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/02/plague-on-both-your-houses.html' title='A Plague on Both Your Houses!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-7617958461311855526</id><published>2008-02-14T22:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:25.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7iAE5Ncx9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SxKGOYPnWsI/s1600-h/cat+chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168021393972709330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7iAE5Ncx9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SxKGOYPnWsI/s400/cat+chan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone seen "13 Going on 30"? The thirteen year old girl in it longs be thirty. She read a magazine article called "Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving." After some magic dust, she finds out that being thirty is not all it's cracked up to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy, kind of, to state I have reached this pinnacle today. It seems pretty old to me, especially since my Mom claimed to be "29 and holding" for most of my childhood. I'm not older than my Mom, right? That would be weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168021406857611234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7iAFpNcx-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/GJgh59RCRWA/s400/cat+callie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've begun the Langstraat tradition of a week long celebration. It mostly involves meals with anyone and everyone that wants to commerate my birth with some calories. My sister and I are headed to a "chick flick" tonight, after we eat, of course. Anyway, I've got the Thirty and Thriving down. I'm not so sure about the flirty. Ask my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-7617958461311855526?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7617958461311855526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=7617958461311855526' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7617958461311855526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7617958461311855526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/02/thirty-flirty-and-thriving.html' title='Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7iAE5Ncx9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SxKGOYPnWsI/s72-c/cat+chan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-5211570828517099241</id><published>2008-02-14T22:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:25.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7US5pNcx5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hXvhiUGepHg/s1600-h/valen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167056929001621394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7US5pNcx5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hXvhiUGepHg/s400/valen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me or is Valentine's Day less about love and more about sugar? Chandler had a valentine party at his preschool yesterday. He had to write his name on 14 valentines for his classmates. It was quite the challenge, but we finally got there. He came home hopped up on candy and ice cream sundae. Today he had his first "Fun Dip", which was quite a treat. It was a blast from the past for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167055700640974722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7URyJNcx4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZNZGIXRz1e4/s400/4113851561%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie came to my Relief Society Presidency meeting today where she was presented with a bag full of heart shaped sugar cookies. They did not last long. The kids were also very excited to receive valentines in the mail from Dave's parents (aka "Ma" and "Pa"), Aunt Veronica, and cousin Nathan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167058247556581282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7UUGZNcx6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/x0fzblQ_e3I/s400/chan+val.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing in Chandler's left hand is called a "Bionacle", which I am hoping is very different from a "biological." He picked it out with his Ma and Pa valentine money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167061610515974082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7UXKJNcx8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/LRRAyIBLwCE/s400/callie+val.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie with her beloved Little Mermaid Valentine and Grandma's balloons. She also received some Valentine's stickers, which were promptly applied to her face. Her valentine money was spent on a Cowgirl Dora who "drives" the horse. Earlier today Elmo was "driving" Callie's stuffed donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat and Dave were able to sneak away for a quiet, kidless Valentine dinner. (not pictured)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-5211570828517099241?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5211570828517099241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=5211570828517099241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5211570828517099241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/5211570828517099241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7US5pNcx5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hXvhiUGepHg/s72-c/valen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6326663792480756695</id><published>2008-02-08T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:25.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's New Specs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6zDeY2wNBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/72XszaUIw7o/s1600-h/chan+glasses+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164717799522710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6zDeY2wNBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/72XszaUIw7o/s400/chan+glasses+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Chandler's 5 year old check up a few weeks ago, the doctor did a routine vision exam. He said that Chandler did not see as well as he could and we might consider getting his eyes checked. I took him to the eye doctor the next week, very wary that they might put him in some glasses he didn't need. My worry was unfounded. Not that they would put him in glasses, but the part about him not needing them. It turns out that his vision is not good. In fact his prescription is almost as bad as his Dad's. The exam was torturous, lasting close to two hours and including dilation. When it was over, he wanted to get men's size red Speedo sports glasses. We settled on some tiny wire frames. He's only had them a couple of days and is still getting used to them. I can believe how grown up they make him look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164717125212845058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6zC3I2wNAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DJVuKVjWyV4/s400/chan+glasses+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6326663792480756695?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6326663792480756695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6326663792480756695' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6326663792480756695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6326663792480756695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/02/chandlers-new-specs.html' title='Chandler&apos;s New Specs'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6zDeY2wNBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/72XszaUIw7o/s72-c/chan+glasses+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-7079470821210682707</id><published>2008-02-08T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:26.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ysmI2wM8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/izU88kdAJW4/s1600-h/4143349023%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164692643899257794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ysmI2wM8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/izU88kdAJW4/s400/4143349023%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie has a new favorite word.  It's "corn".  That's right, "corn".  She thinks it’s hilarious.  Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Hey Callie, what did you do at school today?"&lt;br /&gt;Callie: "Corn!"  (followed by maniacal laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Callie, please get your coat on."&lt;br /&gt;Callie, "Corn!"  (giggling so hard she cannot physically get the coat on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Callie, is your sandwich good?"&lt;br /&gt;Callie: "Corn!" (as she chokes on said sandwich laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child knows a vast array of words, but for some reason, "corn" cracks her up.  If anyone knows an alternative definition of corn, that makes just the mention of it hilarious, please let me know.  I hate that I might be missing out on a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ysmo2wM9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/3YZPHR-3hnE/s1600-h/callie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164692652489192402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ysmo2wM9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/3YZPHR-3hnE/s400/callie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-7079470821210682707?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7079470821210682707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=7079470821210682707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7079470821210682707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7079470821210682707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/02/corn.html' title='Corn?'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ysmI2wM8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/izU88kdAJW4/s72-c/4143349023%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-8236990760010787523</id><published>2008-02-05T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:27.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>75 degrees in February??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kFz42wM5I/AAAAAAAAADc/TXW2kCy9ItY/s1600-h/chan+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163664836750488466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kFz42wM5I/AAAAAAAAADc/TXW2kCy9ItY/s400/chan+bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a crazy warm front here today. The kids were most excited to go outside and ride their bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kF0Y2wM6I/AAAAAAAAADk/YHy20w_MnDc/s1600-h/Callie+Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163664845340423074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kF0Y2wM6I/AAAAAAAAADk/YHy20w_MnDc/s400/Callie+Bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kF0o2wM7I/AAAAAAAAADs/7WnHvzAArho/s1600-h/Chan+Close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163664849635390386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kF0o2wM7I/AAAAAAAAADs/7WnHvzAArho/s400/Chan+Close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunatley the crazy warm weather meant tornadoes. We listened the sirens for around 3 hours tonight and spent some time locked in the hallway reading stories. Chandler went to the bathroom and was afraid there might be a tornado in the shower. Mom checked and it was all clear. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-8236990760010787523?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8236990760010787523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=8236990760010787523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8236990760010787523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/8236990760010787523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/02/75-degrees-in-february.html' title='75 degrees in February??'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kFz42wM5I/AAAAAAAAADc/TXW2kCy9ItY/s72-c/chan+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-4204076381505409550</id><published>2008-02-05T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:28.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Callie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ja5o2wMyI/AAAAAAAAACk/_HOnuV3VU2E/s1600-h/callie+hair+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I noticed that the last two posts have had to do with Chandler, so I thought it was time to have a posting all about Callie Grace. She's a little girl of many talents, namely eating, making a mess, giving great hugs and kisses, singing, being really vocal in church (Is it time for the bread? Can I have two?) and basically being a joy to her family and friends. Sadly her list of accomplishments do not yet include the potty, which she can sit on for hours (literally) with no action. Anyway, I wanted to post some of her lesser known talents for those who may not be aware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has the best morning hair I have ever seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163620521277928306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6jdgY2wM3I/AAAAAAAAADM/S0iUwO25UKU/s400/callie+hair+center.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure how she does it, but I think it has something to do with sleeping with her blanket on her head. She does NOT enjoy having it combed out in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ja6Y2wMzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xz4aLaxGa8U/s1600-h/callie+hair+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163617669419643698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ja6Y2wMzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xz4aLaxGa8U/s400/callie+hair+side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If any of you are in the market for a 2 year old babysitter, I have the girl for you. Callie loves babies, plastic or otherwise. The arrival of her cousin, Savanah ( a/k/a Vana-Vana) in October has provided a real live baby for Callie to enjoy. Whether or not Vana-Vana enjoys it is another question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ja7o2wM0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/d_HXt45Qan0/s1600-h/callie+vanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163617690894480194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ja7o2wM0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/d_HXt45Qan0/s400/callie+vanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two year old by day, Super Hero by night. Her super powers include mess making and outeating her 5 year old brother two times over. She's also awfully cute. (Is that a super power?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163617712369316690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6ja842wM1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Re-qBJwx2hw/s400/callie+cape.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's also quite the horsewoman. Chandler shares the talent also. Let's not forget Daddy's mad skills as the horse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163663256202523522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6kEX42wM4I/AAAAAAAAADU/ZHwbGgD_3Ro/s400/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-4204076381505409550?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4204076381505409550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=4204076381505409550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4204076381505409550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/4204076381505409550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/02/ode-to-callie.html' title='Ode to Callie'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R6jdgY2wM3I/AAAAAAAAADM/S0iUwO25UKU/s72-c/callie+hair+center.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-2849122524072475074</id><published>2008-01-21T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:28.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler is 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158073563780310722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uok951ZsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YoBfSAlvAkU/s400/chan+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have lost track of how many times we celebrated Chandler's birthday. He spent the week before his birthday in McMinnville with David's parents and sister. They had a family party for him there. He came home loaded with presents. The Sunday before his birthday we had a family party for him. He had a "Tractor Tipping" Cars cake, made by his mother. On his actual birthday he took cupcakes to his preschool class. And finally today he had a joint birthday party with his cousin ,Ethan, at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5UolN51ZtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Cr964lh_TyY/s1600-h/chan+blow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158073568075278034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5UolN51ZtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Cr964lh_TyY/s400/chan+blow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uold51ZuI/AAAAAAAAACE/zw8SteeplMw/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158073572370245346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uold51ZuI/AAAAAAAAACE/zw8SteeplMw/s400/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The party at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uold51ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/NlCYl7KsLCQ/s1600-h/Callie+milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uolt51ZwI/AAAAAAAAACU/Yd4ZbIbntlI/s1600-h/chan+hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158073576665212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uolt51ZwI/AAAAAAAAACU/Yd4ZbIbntlI/s400/chan+hannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Chandler's "girlfriend", Hannah. He had to hug her after she bestowed upon him the best gift ever, a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Um0d51ZqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ahei-d0cFd4/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Um0951ZrI/AAAAAAAAABs/_y9DrgLuU0U/s1600-h/Callie+milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158074066291484434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5UpCN51ZxI/AAAAAAAAACc/ppAtxRf2e1I/s400/Callie+milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie was so excited about Chandler's birthday that she dumped her chocolate milk in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uket51ZnI/AAAAAAAAABM/7OqEHQiXhzk/s1600-h/chan+blow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Ukhd51ZoI/AAAAAAAAABU/qBwQKVmMNMM/s1600-h/Callie+milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Ukh951ZpI/AAAAAAAAABc/GIQewqa8vu4/s1600-h/chan+hannah.jpg"&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/1419067581281348761-2849122524072475074?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2849122524072475074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=2849122524072475074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2849122524072475074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/2849122524072475074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-chandler.html' title='Chandler is 5!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5Uok951ZsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YoBfSAlvAkU/s72-c/chan+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-6834995523831137096</id><published>2008-01-21T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:29.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S5od51ZjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oth7unet6Sg/s1600-h/chan+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157951578119169586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S5od51ZjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oth7unet6Sg/s400/chan+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S5o951ZkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEB40goXdmI/s1600-h/chand+sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157951586709104194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S5o951ZkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEB40goXdmI/s400/chand+sing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S5pN51ZlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MQi_XxWQoT0/s1600-h/Chan+Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157951591004071506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S5pN51ZlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MQi_XxWQoT0/s400/Chan+Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler's preschool had a Christmas program in December, where they entertained us with Christmas classics, such as "Hurry Little Donkey" and "We Have Traveled Through the Lonely Night." We hadn't heard of them either. They sang some songs we knew too. We were a little nervous going in, as Chandler has not been the biggest singer. To our surprise, he sang his heart out. We were so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-6834995523831137096?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6834995523831137096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=6834995523831137096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6834995523831137096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/6834995523831137096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/01/chandlers-christmas-program.html' title='Chandler&apos;s Christmas Program'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S5od51ZjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oth7unet6Sg/s72-c/chan+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419067581281348761.post-7298201658802199849</id><published>2008-01-21T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:29.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S0Tt51ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QilsDzcy5qA/s1600-h/Sparkman+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157945724078745122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S0Tt51ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QilsDzcy5qA/s400/Sparkman+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all! 2008 is ushering in an new era for the Sparkman Family. We are venturing into the wondferul world of blogging. I've been reading my sisters-in-law's for a while now and really enjoyed them. But my husband is worried about all the weirdos out there reading about us. So if you're a weirdo, move on! This isn't the site for you! Anyway, a lot of our family lives out of town, so we figured this would help us keep in touch a little better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419067581281348761-7298201658802199849?l=daveandcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7298201658802199849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419067581281348761&amp;postID=7298201658802199849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7298201658802199849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419067581281348761/posts/default/7298201658802199849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandcat.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!'/><author><name>Dave, Catherine, Chandler, and Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212261778721676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R7C_xpNcx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0KIAHY38_M/S220/Sparkman+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeygnxlxV_0/R5S0Tt51ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QilsDzcy5qA/s72-c/Sparkman+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
