<?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-5035848790704746440</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:36:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave and Carly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-720727254798620906</id><published>2010-03-30T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:34:13.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent conversations</title><content type='html'>Addie was practicing her letters and Dave was asking her what words and names started with "D".  Then she said "My name has a D."&lt;br /&gt;Dave: "Yeah, your name has 2 Ds in it."&lt;br /&gt;Addie (in a very offended voice): "My name doesn't have tooties in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Addie was potty training we really struggled with getting her to poop in the potty.  Some kids will hold it forever and make themselves sick.  Not Addie.  She would just go in her panties.  So whenever I would smell anything I would ask "Do you need to go poo poo or just gas."  She would usually answer "just gas".  So the other day Dave was explaining how the car works and he said it runs on gas and she literally laughed about it for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie was coming down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Addie: "Look, mom, I'm missing steps."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh, yeah, you're skipping steps.  That's pretty tricky."&lt;br /&gt;Addie: "Pretty familiar, too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-720727254798620906?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/720727254798620906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=720727254798620906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/720727254798620906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/720727254798620906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-conversations.html' title='Recent conversations'/><author><name>Carly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02322673024871914604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-6850880461730556492</id><published>2010-01-26T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:49:51.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Weeks 1-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19wDWkdOnI/AAAAAAAABEs/c038Spz0M7I/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19wDWkdOnI/AAAAAAAABEs/c038Spz0M7I/s320/January+26,+2010+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182878532516466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you so much, mom, for coming to help me!  We all loved having you here and miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vpmQXmtI/AAAAAAAABEc/FiFKuUB1PIc/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vpmQXmtI/AAAAAAAABEc/FiFKuUB1PIc/s320/January+26,+2010+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182436066630354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vpD0Pa4I/AAAAAAAABEU/0chh4Pa3at8/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vpD0Pa4I/AAAAAAAABEU/0chh4Pa3at8/s320/January+26,+2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182426821847938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Big Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vo067WwI/AAAAAAAABEM/N-GOGSzzFcI/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vo067WwI/AAAAAAAABEM/N-GOGSzzFcI/s320/January+26,+2010+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182422823361282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She just gets a little distracted by the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19volHoAcI/AAAAAAAABEE/Na9tjB--wUM/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19volHoAcI/AAAAAAAABEE/Na9tjB--wUM/s320/January+26,+2010+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182418581651906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My skinny little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vYjwQq8I/AAAAAAAABD8/BhukhouVEvM/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vYjwQq8I/AAAAAAAABD8/BhukhouVEvM/s320/January+26,+2010+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182143337311170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vYNUMPII/AAAAAAAABD0/W19L3xKVNGo/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vYNUMPII/AAAAAAAABD0/W19L3xKVNGo/s320/January+26,+2010+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182137314000002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vX1k5EzI/AAAAAAAABDs/n903R_KSXgA/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vX1k5EzI/AAAAAAAABDs/n903R_KSXgA/s320/January+26,+2010+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182130941596466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still sleeps almost all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vXkjDsGI/AAAAAAAABDk/fvw4lOhKgqs/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vXkjDsGI/AAAAAAAABDk/fvw4lOhKgqs/s320/January+26,+2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182126370500706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vXOIfoDI/AAAAAAAABDc/mKpVyBNiBrE/s1600-h/January+26,+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19vXOIfoDI/AAAAAAAABDc/mKpVyBNiBrE/s320/January+26,+2010+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182120353505330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love this new addition to our family!  (Sorry about the random order and poor picture quality.  Blogger won't let me move pictures and my camera's flash makes Ben close his eyes so if he's awake, I have to turn off the flash.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-6850880461730556492?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/6850880461730556492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=6850880461730556492&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6850880461730556492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6850880461730556492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2010/01/ben-weeks-1-3.html' title='Ben Weeks 1-3'/><author><name>Carly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02322673024871914604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S19wDWkdOnI/AAAAAAAABEs/c038Spz0M7I/s72-c/January+26,+2010+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-1570779573210253720</id><published>2010-01-09T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:37:23.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Peter Reese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S0i-PkzU09I/AAAAAAAABCw/2UBwTsnMPJs/s1600-h/January+9,+2009+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S0i-PkzU09I/AAAAAAAABCw/2UBwTsnMPJs/s320/January+9,+2009+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424794925954028498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born January 6, 2009 4:06am.&lt;br /&gt;5lbs 15 oz&lt;br /&gt;We are loving every moment with this sweet little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-1570779573210253720?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/1570779573210253720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=1570779573210253720&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1570779573210253720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1570779573210253720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2010/01/benjamin-peter-reese.html' title='Benjamin Peter Reese'/><author><name>Carly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02322673024871914604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3wIBUtWcmM/S0i-PkzU09I/AAAAAAAABCw/2UBwTsnMPJs/s72-c/January+9,+2009+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8659870562705687300</id><published>2009-06-04T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:40:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Don't Get Out Much</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I was getting Addison out of the car at Costco she said this to me:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just so excited to go to the store.  Thanks, mom.  Thanks for taking me to the store." &lt;br /&gt;She said it in such a sweet voice, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8659870562705687300?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8659870562705687300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8659870562705687300&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8659870562705687300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8659870562705687300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-dont-get-out-much.html' title='We Don&apos;t Get Out Much'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-782088462474319937</id><published>2009-03-31T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:00:38.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the "Big House"</title><content type='html'>As many of you know,we recently moved to a new house (new to us anyway). We bought a foreclosure home just 3-4 miles from our old house. During the process of buying Addison and I had to make frequent trips to the new house to meet different people who were checking or fixing things. I found it hard to explain to a 2 year old what this new place was so we started calling it the "Big House" because it is so much bigger than our old house. We moved in about 3 weeks ago and only then did it occur to me that "Big House" didn't sound right, but the name has stuck. Addie still refuses to call this our house. It's still the "Big House". And big it is, but we are hoping to grow into it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN8O2CfhI/AAAAAAAADV4/SAn9sZUeQoc/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470175794396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN8O2CfhI/AAAAAAAADV4/SAn9sZUeQoc/s400/March+30,+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN8AyKTDI/AAAAAAAADVw/uJ2K8_rdnGU/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470172020034610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN8AyKTDI/AAAAAAAADVw/uJ2K8_rdnGU/s400/March+30,+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN77gDkBI/AAAAAAAADVo/elc2Vw-4kNQ/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470170601918482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN77gDkBI/AAAAAAAADVo/elc2Vw-4kNQ/s400/March+30,+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Room from Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN76u3vxI/AAAAAAAADVg/_rYhnS_nhic/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470170395623186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN76u3vxI/AAAAAAAADVg/_rYhnS_nhic/s400/March+30,+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN7ddEgGI/AAAAAAAADVY/RWgZPZYF8_c/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470162536333410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN7ddEgGI/AAAAAAAADVY/RWgZPZYF8_c/s400/March+30,+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty Formal Dining Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNl_fptcI/AAAAAAAADVQ/Fcv2vU1otm8/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469793716843970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNl_fptcI/AAAAAAAADVQ/Fcv2vU1otm8/s400/March+30,+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empty Formal Living Room (someday this room will have a loveseat and piano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlveUnlI/AAAAAAAADVI/w0ojiVIe8ww/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469789416300114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlveUnlI/AAAAAAAADVI/w0ojiVIe8ww/s400/March+30,+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empty Loft area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlpk1AGI/AAAAAAAADVA/L5yg5K4U1TM/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469787832975458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlpk1AGI/AAAAAAAADVA/L5yg5K4U1TM/s400/March+30,+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another view of the loft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlkxLB1I/AAAAAAAADU4/b1Qp9jXzv00/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469786542573394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlkxLB1I/AAAAAAAADU4/b1Qp9jXzv00/s400/March+30,+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite room of the house, the big empty bonus room or "game room" as we call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlbJBdlI/AAAAAAAADUw/MQOEWyc6eHY/s1600-h/March+30,+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469783958255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKNlbJBdlI/AAAAAAAADUw/MQOEWyc6eHY/s400/March+30,+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you see a trend there at the end?  A lot of empty rooms.  I'm sure it will be that way for a while.  But we are enjoying our new house and neighborhood, but miss our old friends.  But we're not far away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I didn't post a picture of my kitchen, but it would have taken too much effort to get it straightened enough to take a picture.  I decided I had put off posting about the house long enough and we'd have to do without a picture of my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-782088462474319937?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/782088462474319937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=782088462474319937&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/782088462474319937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/782088462474319937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-in-big-house.html' title='Living in the &quot;Big House&quot;'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SdKN8O2CfhI/AAAAAAAADV4/SAn9sZUeQoc/s72-c/March+30,+2009+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8435025927816866365</id><published>2009-03-17T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:50:54.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>I overheard this conversation this morning between Addie and her favorite stuffed animal "white doggie" or "doggie".  &lt;br /&gt;"Moo, moo."&lt;br /&gt;"Doggies don't say moo, doggie, doggies say woof."&lt;br /&gt;"Say "moo" doggie.  "Moo".  &lt;br /&gt;"Good job, doggie, good job."&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned to her blanket.&lt;br /&gt;"Say baa, blanket, say baa."&lt;br /&gt;"Baa"&lt;br /&gt;"Good job blanket.  I'm so proud of you."&lt;br /&gt;Not only does my child talk to her blanket, but she thinks it talks back to her and makes her very proud.  What a funny girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8435025927816866365?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8435025927816866365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8435025927816866365&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8435025927816866365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8435025927816866365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2009/03/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-5752744714674557222</id><published>2008-12-31T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:08:05.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Utah</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to be able to go to Utah for Christmas this year. My mom had a little party with all my sisters and I and our families the day after we arrived. We also had family pictures taken, but I haven't received them yet. I'll post some when I get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Jessica, Mark, Frank and my dad anxiously awaiting the re-enactment of the Nativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv58Vzme_I/AAAAAAAADKU/RY9B38JeOnM/s1600-h/December+31,+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286093402690452466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv58Vzme_I/AAAAAAAADKU/RY9B38JeOnM/s320/December+31,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crew...Addie and Ladd decided not to particpate and my brother-in-law Doug begged to be Joseph, so the numbers worked out perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv58HGjcII/AAAAAAAADKM/1yjJcDFz1GA/s1600-h/December+31,+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286093405800277138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv58hZCpJI/AAAAAAAADKc/aqUP43lrLWI/s320/December+31,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we sang some carols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286093406676714370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv58kqAA4I/AAAAAAAADKk/EJSgJTtG9qA/s320/December+31,+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few days with my parents we drove down to Spanish Fork to see Dave's parents. Grandma and Grandpa took Addie to Build-A-Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286093410993096434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv580vGxvI/AAAAAAAADKs/25w7XOARmZU/s320/December+31,+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286094404483675698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv62pxt9jI/AAAAAAAADK0/T3LxZiJAJjs/s320/December+31,+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286094408251190162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv623z9q5I/AAAAAAAADK8/t2IrtjLbZGU/s320/December+31,+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a blast playing in the snow. Thank goodness for older cousins who had warm snow clothes for her to borrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286094407331261970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv620YorhI/AAAAAAAADLE/uvclfqZZLBQ/s320/December+31,+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286094414304523298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv63OXMNCI/AAAAAAAADLM/bN8BrmqiRPU/s320/December+31,+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Who needs a hill when Grandpa will push us down the driveway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286094414860119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv63Qbp7II/AAAAAAAADLU/m0ZuzESXzqA/s320/December+31,+2008+026.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095649521543442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv7_H54KRI/AAAAAAAADLc/6FRklJXNZFo/s320/December+31,+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of Dave's siblings were somewhere else this year, so it was just us with his parents and Mimi. It was quiet, but really nice. Addison was spoiled by Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095648262774226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv7_DNw3dI/AAAAAAAADLk/ZEpeFF21TIU/s320/December+31,+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave and I &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; her parents, so she &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; have to learn to save and budget money. You can never learn too early. She got her first piggy bank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095656951521266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv7_jlUn_I/AAAAAAAADLs/x95K03alE0E/s320/December+31,+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095662814819906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv7_5bPdkI/AAAAAAAADL0/IVIpghA1uOA/s320/December+31,+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095666350583954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv8AGmO8JI/AAAAAAAADL8/eaF5_SdV5i4/s320/December+31,+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Four Generations&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766149986726850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SWV4ytYRs8I/AAAAAAAADMc/F4MR-1505_8/s320/December+31,+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later Christmas Day we drove to my sister Rachel's house in Heber for some snowmobiling. It turned out to be a really stormy day and super cold, so no one wanted to even go outside. We ended up staying in and eating soup. The guys played Dance Dance Revolution and I'm proud to report that Dave's clogging lessons at Rick's College paid off. He had the high score. We also played Celestial Mates with all the couples, which was more fun than I expected. I'm so glad I got to see my family a little bit more before we had to go home. I apparently am too relaxed and busy talking when with my family because I took almost no pictures with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addison playing the Wii (but not really). She had so much fun with Savannah. She kept talking about her for at least a week after we got back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288763233270793554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SWV2I7xAhVI/AAAAAAAADME/6AEvq7yVro4/s320/December+31,+2008+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandma and Grandpa reading to Addie our last night in Utah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288763237316467442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SWV2JK1kmvI/AAAAAAAADMM/poI-ENb_Wco/s320/December+31,+2008+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that was our trip. I threw in this last picture because I've been pretty impressed with how good Addison has been at playing by herself since we've been back. Maybe she's finally learning to play on her own a bit. I found her like this a few days ago. I think she was telling her animals stories, probably about our trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288763245685396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SWV2JqA4VQI/AAAAAAAADMU/I5VKGPPs3L4/s320/December+31,+2008+060.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/5035848790704746440-5752744714674557222?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/5752744714674557222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=5752744714674557222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5752744714674557222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5752744714674557222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-trip-to-utah.html' title='Our Trip to Utah'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv58Vzme_I/AAAAAAAADKU/RY9B38JeOnM/s72-c/December+31,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4950650983557241292</id><published>2008-12-31T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:50:57.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December at a Glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Christmas has come and gone and there is a ton of stuff (mostly pictures) I never blogged about. It's been a bit of a crazy month and after today, it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Fun with Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyDnSjPkI/AAAAAAAADJc/RxJz1wpDMxM/s1600-h/December+16,+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286084731549728322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyDnSjPkI/AAAAAAAADJc/RxJz1wpDMxM/s320/December+16,+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the New Christmas Tree (thanks Mom and Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyDU4gkbI/AAAAAAAADJU/Oj5wTocQlmY/s1600-h/December+16,+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286084726608662962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyDU4gkbI/AAAAAAAADJU/Oj5wTocQlmY/s320/December+16,+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward Christmas Party:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dave dancing while wearing a sombrero with the rest of the bishopric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyDKbfylI/AAAAAAAADJM/49dJAVCb6dg/s1600-h/P1011583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286084723802622546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyDKbfylI/AAAAAAAADJM/49dJAVCb6dg/s320/P1011583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is this guy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286084712959518466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyCiCTJwI/AAAAAAAADI8/PAmPj0Hl198/s320/P1011590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I can tolerate this, as long as there's candy involved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286084720995832450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyC_-TkoI/AAAAAAAADJE/Vn_1E0FHFho/s320/P1011591.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie's Christmas Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286087661253600770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv0uJSYpgI/AAAAAAAADJk/iq-Aav-8mJI/s320/December+16,+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom wanted a picture without the beloved blanket...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286087658970944610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv0uAyKFGI/AAAAAAAADJs/gXO3NTXfKqk/s320/December+16,+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286087663284604050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv0uQ2nTJI/AAAAAAAADJ0/XNUiJbxWl4c/s320/December+16,+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286087668899781042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv0ulxYGbI/AAAAAAAADJ8/89kXzGY1BZM/s320/December+16,+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She finally got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286087669479210706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVv0un7hftI/AAAAAAAADKE/NdN5d2Runys/s320/December+16,+2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&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/5035848790704746440-4950650983557241292?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4950650983557241292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4950650983557241292&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4950650983557241292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4950650983557241292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-at-glance.html' title='December at a Glance'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SVvyDnSjPkI/AAAAAAAADJc/RxJz1wpDMxM/s72-c/December+16,+2008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-5109304005445896371</id><published>2008-11-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:35:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomies!!</title><content type='html'>Dave and I had our old roommates (who are now married) come for a visit. We were lucky enough that Eric had a 2 week conference here in town or I don't know if we would ever have gotten them here. Last time they came it was July...enough said. We had such a good time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a day trip to the Grand Canyon, which turned out to be a really long day with lots of driving, but it was fun. Though I've seen it many times, it never ceases to amaze me. On the way we played name that tune/artist while the kids screamed in the back seat. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived we had a little picnic lunch and then went to the Grand Canyon Village to see some views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our friends on the shuttle bus to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trailhead&lt;/span&gt;. Matthew was a little cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoUK4pq2I/AAAAAAAACTw/wFowjrxAvXg/s1600-h/November+12,+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269748472217185122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoUK4pq2I/AAAAAAAACTw/wFowjrxAvXg/s320/November+12,+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good thing we have strong husbands to carry the kids! The kids did great on the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoTp43V0I/AAAAAAAACTo/mmx1_k-yRHQ/s1600-h/November+12,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269748463359711042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoTp43V0I/AAAAAAAACTo/mmx1_k-yRHQ/s320/November+12,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hiked down about 1.5 miles then stopped for a break before heading back up. Where is our child you ask when this photo was being taken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269748479505340194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoUmCSFyI/AAAAAAAACUA/ajL9NsC-K9U/s320/November+12,+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing in the dirt of course. She couldn't be bothered with a good photo opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269748477801443202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoUfsCr4I/AAAAAAAACT4/izkexFO8ETk/s320/November+12,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was spent at the park and then in playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pinochle&lt;/span&gt;. Dave and I learned how to play this game when we went to Oregon with Eric and Jen last March. Jen and I were wary to play again because it wasn't a fun experience (we always play boys vs. girls in any game we play). But we decided our luck had to turn eventually. Just for the record, we won 2 games out of 3 this time! We are the champs. (And I have it recorded so there will be no mistake about it next time we get together.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric had to leave for his conference the next day, but Jen stayed for another couple of days which we spent shopping and just spending time together. I love this girl, and her little boy. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; couldn't get enough of this giant teddy bear. It was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269748620696266354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoc0A0pnI/AAAAAAAACUQ/VTh-v6vrHsA/s320/November+12,+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&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_5269748479017010962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoUkN2xxI/AAAAAAAACUI/hzSiz_qkLWU/s320/November+12,+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks so much for coming to visit! We had a great time. And thanks, Dave, for putting up with the girl time. We had a lot of catching up to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-5109304005445896371?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/5109304005445896371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=5109304005445896371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5109304005445896371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5109304005445896371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/11/roomies.html' title='Roomies!!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SSHoUK4pq2I/AAAAAAAACTw/wFowjrxAvXg/s72-c/November+12,+2008+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-7921415080476180764</id><published>2008-11-02T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:56:59.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk-or-Treat</title><content type='html'>Addison was Pocahontas for Halloween this year.  We started the tradition a few years ago to have Navajo Tacos and carmel apples on Halloween.  This year our ward Trunk-or-Treat was on Halloween night so it was a bit of a rush to do both, but we still had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Getting Addie to pose for a picture was a little rough, so this is what I got.  The second two were done by a couple in our ward who had set up a photo booth at the Trunk-or-Treat.  Addison thought the pumpkins were her friends to take home.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9oxag-dRI/AAAAAAAACK0/7Vn9BA_jNcs/s1600-h/November+2,+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264541687559910674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9oxag-dRI/AAAAAAAACK0/7Vn9BA_jNcs/s320/November+2,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9gjs1sDLI/AAAAAAAACKs/ctxpme1A5sM/s1600-h/November+2,+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264532655867432114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9gjs1sDLI/AAAAAAAACKs/ctxpme1A5sM/s320/November+2,+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9gjcSniHI/AAAAAAAACKc/eczK6F2ZAKg/s1600-h/AEED0019-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264532651425368178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9gjcSniHI/AAAAAAAACKc/eczK6F2ZAKg/s320/AEED0019-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9gjDhVwOI/AAAAAAAACKU/OCgcFGLN1J4/s1600-h/AEED0018-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264532644776231138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9gjDhVwOI/AAAAAAAACKU/OCgcFGLN1J4/s320/AEED0018-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-7921415080476180764?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/7921415080476180764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=7921415080476180764&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7921415080476180764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7921415080476180764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk-or-Treat'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SQ9oxag-dRI/AAAAAAAACK0/7Vn9BA_jNcs/s72-c/November+2,+2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-451474187903214359</id><published>2008-10-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:53:35.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong as Popeye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Addison will now eat fresh spinach. I've been waiting for her to be able to chew lettuce or spinach because that is frequently the main vegetable in our dinners. As long as I put dressing on it, Addison now likes spinach.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995071032349938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SP9BpgEwVPI/AAAAAAAACKM/zyJKW3AsPDU/s320/October+22,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not look like she's enjoying it, but she did ask for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-451474187903214359?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/451474187903214359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=451474187903214359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/451474187903214359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/451474187903214359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/10/strong-as-popeye.html' title='Strong as Popeye'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SP9BpgEwVPI/AAAAAAAACKM/zyJKW3AsPDU/s72-c/October+22,+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-2609428308717095104</id><published>2008-10-22T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:03:41.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our State Fair</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went to the state fair with some friends. Addison had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SP8_MgJUUzI/AAAAAAAACJM/AV9SI9ZUqHI/s1600-h/October+22,+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259992373812024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SP8_MgJUUzI/AAAAAAAACJM/AV9SI9ZUqHI/s320/October+22,+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SP8_MwY1JdI/AAAAAAAACJU/rpH0v1jxQIY/s1600-h/October+22,+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259992378172057042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SP8_MwY1JdI/AAAAAAAACJU/rpH0v1jxQIY/s320/October+22,+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SP8_NH_v0DI/AAAAAAAACJc/_oKqSzZJU8o/s1600-h/October+22,+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259992384509300786" style="DISPLAY: block; 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We gave her a little Elmo sing along toy for her birthday a few months ago which plays 10 different songs, but this one is apparently her favorite. I couldn't decide which video was better, so I decided to put them both on here for your enjoyment. She is so much fun!  Sorry about the lighting on this first video.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af059602eb497be3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/2340013218520020292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=2340013218520020292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2340013218520020292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2340013218520020292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/10/concert-performance.html' title='Concert Performance'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-541445902536273487</id><published>2008-09-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:56:17.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what got into me yesterday morning but I decided that I should trim Addison's hair.  I didn't have Dave around to make sure that she sat still, but luckily Addison loves watching TV and sits really still when she does (this is how I get her to sit still to do her hair almost everyday).  Her hair was so long, but it wasn't very even.  I think if a professional looked at it she might find that it's still not even, but it looks better now, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEFORE&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SNUqb1_yZBI/AAAAAAAACHM/HxUxh8tB5Mg/s1600-h/September+20,+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248147598609638418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SNUqb1_yZBI/AAAAAAAACHM/HxUxh8tB5Mg/s320/September+20,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SNUqcPxeBrI/AAAAAAAACHU/oJ7iSYUewI0/s1600-h/September+20,+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248147605528905394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SNUqcPxeBrI/AAAAAAAACHU/oJ7iSYUewI0/s320/September+20,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SNUqcSqTGkI/AAAAAAAACHc/L6Ki1s0ovf4/s1600-h/September+20,+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248147606304135746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SNUqcSqTGkI/AAAAAAAACHc/L6Ki1s0ovf4/s320/September+20,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-541445902536273487?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/541445902536273487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=541445902536273487&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/541445902536273487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/541445902536273487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SNUqb1_yZBI/AAAAAAAACHM/HxUxh8tB5Mg/s72-c/September+20,+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-1627514555451300216</id><published>2008-09-09T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:32:24.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mountain</title><content type='html'>This last weekend Dave's mom agreed to come watch Addison so Dave and I could get away by ourselves. We met our old neighbors, Ginger and Gregg in Los Angeles for a little fun. We also decided to count this as our anniversary celebration. Our anniversary was at the end of August and we were so busy so we decided to celebrate with this little trip.&lt;br /&gt;We left on Thursday evening and drove to our hotel outside LA. On Friday morning we drove to Oxnard and spent the rest of the morning at the beach (way too cold to wear swim suits, let alone to get in) and visiting with Ginger and Gregg. Then we went to the taping of the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. We had a lot of fun seeing all that goes into taping the show. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SMbjW4SCNDI/AAAAAAAACFk/3EUInRC_k84/s1600-h/September+9,+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128798324175922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SMbjW4SCNDI/AAAAAAAACFk/3EUInRC_k84/s320/September+9,+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday we went to Magic Mountain, the main reason for the trip. I had been sick with a cold for about a week by this time but as long as I kept taking Advil, I did just fine. I'm afraid Lagoon in Utah just isn't going to cut it anymore when it comes to thrill rides. Magic Mountain has some pretty amazing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SMbjXZJiykI/AAAAAAAACFs/qEhENGVPTi4/s1600-h/September+9,+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128807146932802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SMbjXZJiykI/AAAAAAAACFs/qEhENGVPTi4/s320/September+9,+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do we look exhausted in this picture? We should. It was a really long day at the park, but we had a ton of fun.  (This is Dave)  For those who may have noticed the item around my waist,  It is not a fanny pack!  It is what I affectionately call a "man bag".  Enabling me to carry all of the essential items without losing any of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;masculinity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SMbjXuulRPI/AAAAAAAACF0/kE3IE6uikn0/s1600-h/September+9,+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128812939429106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SMbjXuulRPI/AAAAAAAACF0/kE3IE6uikn0/s320/September+9,+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gregg and Ginger for inviting us on your trip! We had so much fun and really miss our old neighbors. When are you moving back?&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks to Dave's mom (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dra&lt;/span&gt;, as Addison calls her) for taking such good care of Addison. She had so much fun playing with her grandma. I think she might prefer her to me, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-1627514555451300216?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/1627514555451300216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=1627514555451300216&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1627514555451300216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1627514555451300216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/09/magic-mountain.html' title='Magic Mountain'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SMbjW4SCNDI/AAAAAAAACFk/3EUInRC_k84/s72-c/September+9,+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-7111427483542121192</id><published>2008-08-28T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:27:42.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summons</title><content type='html'>I received a jury summons in the mail ab0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; a month ago.  This is the third time since we've moved here that I've been summoned, but I've always called the night before I was to appear and my groups wasn't required to come.  So this time when I called I was disappointed to hear that I actually had to go downtown to the courthouse.  I was sitting in the huge waiting room with a few hundred other people, watching a video about the process when they paused the video to call 65 people out of the room as possible jurors for a trial.  Lucky me was number 20.  I was hoping that meant I would be quickly disqualified as a juror and sent home...but it wasn't to be.  After several hours of questioning, I was chosen as juror #4 for a criminal trial.  Unfortunately I had a full week of appointments and other plans so I spent my nights making phone calls trying to find babysitters and cancelling appointments.  After a very hectic and exhausting couple of days, the trial has ended.  Not only did I get to see first-hand how juries are chosen and a criminal trial works, but I also learned how truly fortunate I am.  Both the defendant and the victim had really sad stories to tell.  It was really hard to decide the fate of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defendant&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a good learning experience, but I'm glad that I can't be chosen again for at least 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-7111427483542121192?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/7111427483542121192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=7111427483542121192&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7111427483542121192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7111427483542121192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/08/summons.html' title='The Summons'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-163754744629962523</id><published>2008-08-12T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:18:26.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kure Beach</title><content type='html'>We just returned from a family vacation to Kure Beach, NC. Dave's family used to take yearly trips to Santa Cruz, CA until about a year before we got married. We've been trying to re-start the beach tradition for several years and were finally successful. We decided to go to NC because the water is so much warmer and we could afford a lot nicer/bigger house there. There were 6 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms and it was right on the beach, with it's own private entrance to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in NC on Saturday, we went straight to Dave's uncle Bruce's house in Kinston for the wedding reception of his cousin, Tyler, to Lauren. It was a beautiful wedding and we were so happy we were able to be there. Then the rest of the week was spent relaxing on the beach, catching waves, playing games, etc. We also went to an aquarium one day, which Addison absolutely loved. She kept running from one window to another saying "More fish, more fish". It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Addison had the best time up until she got a fever the last two days and ended up sick in bed for the end of the trip. She woke up every hour the last two nights and barely napped. Needless to say, the flight home was exhausting and our bed felt like heaven that first night home.&lt;br /&gt;There were too many great pictures so I decided to make a slide show. I can't get the slideshow to show on my blog so try going to this website: &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/r/0dbLG3H76D_XcUFIEruaiInq3LhPOBG9?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url&amp;amp;view=original"&gt;http://www.slide.com/r/0dbLG3H76D_XcUFIEruaiInq3LhPOBG9?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url&amp;amp;view=original&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-163754744629962523?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/163754744629962523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=163754744629962523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/163754744629962523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/163754744629962523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/08/kure-beach.html' title='Kure Beach'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-332212808656088350</id><published>2008-07-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:43:57.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swings</title><content type='html'>I took Addison to the park the other day and she insisted that I swing on the swing next to her.  I decided this could count as my workout for the day, combined with the walk to the park (have you ever swung for a long time and then felt sore in your thighs the next day?)  Well, as I was pumping pretty hard I noticed that every down swing forward, my stomach was in my throat, and I hate that feeling.  Who gets that feeling when swinging at a childrens park?  Boy did that make me feel old.  I honestly had to stop swinging because I felt sick.  Do you think that means we shouldn't go to 6 Flags in September?  It' like I'm an old woman who doesn't enjoy thrill rides anymore.  Or does it mean I just need to do them more often to toughen me up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-332212808656088350?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/332212808656088350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=332212808656088350&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/332212808656088350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/332212808656088350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/07/swings.html' title='Swings'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4907398517652567763</id><published>2008-07-13T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:21:46.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Vacation</title><content type='html'>We finally got away for a much needed vacation over the 4th of July. We drove up to Utah to visit my family for a week. Dave was able to go golfing twice, once with some former classmates and once with my dad and brother-in-laws. My awesome cousin Abby cut my hair and then my sisters and I took my dad out to dinner and a play for his birthday/Father's Day. To see a picture of us with my dad, see my sister Rachel's blog: http://drlabrumfamily.blogspot.com It's a terrible picture of me, but I don't know that I've ever seen a better smile from my dad in a picture. The girls were all laughing trying to get my dad to smile like he meant it, not like he had gas.&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of July while the guys went golfing, we took the kids to my aunts house and set up a big tarp to slide down. The kids had a blast. It didn't hurt that my cousin Melissa's HUGE husband tossed the kids down the hill to make them go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222558239136421858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBDFaEF-I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/pTzdSnk8JGM/s320/July+12,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After all the fun in the sun the kids were tired so we took them home to watch a movie while we prepared a barbeque.  I found all of the girls in grandma's bed watching The Little Mermaid.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222558246566992290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBDhFpmaI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/AiQtmQGMQ1A/s320/July+12,+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison missed the fireworks, both the ones we did on the street and the professional shows. She was so tired we put her to bed at her normal time and just watched from my parents yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day we went on a hike with my parents to this waterfall.  Addison had a blast throwing rocks in the stream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222558252201313906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBD2E-hnI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Qv-x8uZ9w4c/s320/July+12,+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222558249160405314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBDqv98UI/AAAAAAAAB6g/5nlgzxiq9sI/s320/July+12,+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday my grandparents came over for dinner.  They've been married for 67 years.  Can you believe it?  They are both incredible people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222558276228815154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBFPllGTI/AAAAAAAAB6w/ESZWmnQGQRI/s320/July+12,+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the main source of entertainment for Addison at my parents house.  I've never really wanted a dog except when I see how much she is entertained by one.  She followed Dolly everywhere.  She also insisted on putting all of Dolly's toys, brush, shearers, collars etc. around her.  If Dolly moved, Addison moved the stuff.  It kept her busy, so I loved it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222558821931194226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBlAfKl3I/AAAAAAAAB64/9rDZJp2UdAY/s320/July+12,+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our last night we celebrated Addison's birthday with my parents and then Dave and my mom played volleyball with my cousins.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222558828076438066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBlXYTkjI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Z9XQM0nlKGw/s320/July+12,+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c465b5455e7d88d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c465b5455e7d88d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8222B84E738C4871774F5C236610E1589910EA7C.1D5D8EDCB2E4FF3A05B9A94EC7FB1B89D7DA4951%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c465b5455e7d88d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdMmXg78IcizFFIo_Tm1UAFZOmNc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c465b5455e7d88d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8222B84E738C4871774F5C236610E1589910EA7C.1D5D8EDCB2E4FF3A05B9A94EC7FB1B89D7DA4951%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c465b5455e7d88d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdMmXg78IcizFFIo_Tm1UAFZOmNc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day we picked up my niece Savannah and drove down to Dave's parents new house near Provo.   They both recently retired and moved to Utah to be closer to grandkids.  That night Dave's mom and dad prepared a huge dinner and had Dave's brother and his family over for dinner and more birthday cake and ice cream.  Technically Addison's birthday was the next day, but since we were driving home that day and we'd already celebrated twice, we didn't bother celebrating on her birthday.  Does that make me a bad mom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can't believe that our baby is already 2 years old.  She is learning and growing so fast and we are so grateful to have her in our family.  She brings such joy to our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-4907398517652567763?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c465b5455e7d88d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4907398517652567763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4907398517652567763&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4907398517652567763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4907398517652567763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-vacation.html' title='Finally a Vacation'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SHpBDFaEF-I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/pTzdSnk8JGM/s72-c/July+12,+2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-6136096461366541323</id><published>2008-07-01T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:54:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend Brandi agreed to take our family pictures last weekend. Unfortunately Addison slept poorly the night before and was super grumpy that morning. We had several individual pictures of her turn out really cute, but she was grumpy for a lot of the family ones. We had to be creative to get her to smile. Brandi must be a great photographer because even through the grumpiness, we got quite a few good pictures. Thanks so much Brandi, we love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXnQroFlI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XZ8X04g5_UE/s1600-h/DSC_0348_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149819010782802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXnQroFlI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XZ8X04g5_UE/s320/DSC_0348_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXn5tHS8I/AAAAAAAAB3o/7HBS_NBI6kA/s1600-h/DSC_0338_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149830022876098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXn5tHS8I/AAAAAAAAB3o/7HBS_NBI6kA/s320/DSC_0338_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151586001709730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqZOHPF6qI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/h_3VC2PAQsk/s320/DSC_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXoEGZBBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/bc9cH2Q6jjw/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149832813249554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXoEGZBBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/bc9cH2Q6jjw/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXogLYHfI/AAAAAAAAB34/wnN2IRGZBGQ/s1600-h/DSC_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149840350354930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXogLYHfI/AAAAAAAAB34/wnN2IRGZBGQ/s320/DSC_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXpOC6XjI/AAAAAAAAB4A/dSmCFMEaKqI/s1600-h/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149852662881842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXpOC6XjI/AAAAAAAAB4A/dSmCFMEaKqI/s320/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151583465588178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqZN9ybxdI/AAAAAAAAB4I/uLLLZGJz-4U/s320/DSC_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151592158567218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqZOeLAGzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/zm2wzBEI2d0/s320/DSC_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151598853884338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqZO3HSibI/AAAAAAAAB4g/o3X9E_raJog/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...Just to prove that she really was grumpy.  I only put the good ones on.&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/5035848790704746440-6136096461366541323?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/6136096461366541323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=6136096461366541323&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6136096461366541323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6136096461366541323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SGqXnQroFlI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XZ8X04g5_UE/s72-c/DSC_0348_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-5022409159930157253</id><published>2008-06-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:12:13.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Did It!"</title><content type='html'>Addison and I were stacking dominoes yesterday when she started doing this.  I thought it was so cute.  I don't know where she learned to do it, I'm guessing Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33fcdb818e2baa47" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33fcdb818e2baa47%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D130B43F5399619B95C1D2621012DB9185B1FCF02.360365D38FDFA438F1263032E4637B68190071D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33fcdb818e2baa47%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3-xpajTeI2Tsv0IP_QVWKxEgXkc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33fcdb818e2baa47%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D130B43F5399619B95C1D2621012DB9185B1FCF02.360365D38FDFA438F1263032E4637B68190071D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33fcdb818e2baa47%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3-xpajTeI2Tsv0IP_QVWKxEgXkc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-5022409159930157253?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33fcdb818e2baa47&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/5022409159930157253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=5022409159930157253&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5022409159930157253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5022409159930157253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-did-it.html' title='&quot;I Did It!&quot;'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8649613075431964235</id><published>2008-06-14T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:26:57.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Lover</title><content type='html'>Addison is going through a stuffed animal phase. She takes them everywhere with her. For the last month she has insisted on taking them in the car and to bed as well. Maybe she's trying to soften me up to get her a pet. It'll probably never happen, but at least she's easy to entertain, as long as their are stuffed animals around.  I love to see her imagination at work.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211851286694712114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQ3IbWZ0zI/AAAAAAAABzQ/pwV1Zc19wqA/s320/June+8,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211851286485381282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQ3IakfsKI/AAAAAAAABzY/cUof1X33rfg/s320/June+8,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211851288831257650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQ3IjTy7DI/AAAAAAAABzg/s1ijFbB4Zis/s320/June+8,+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211851292580849922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQ3IxRxKQI/AAAAAAAABzo/REsLKMf2aWo/s320/June+8,+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211851294293059106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQ3I3p_ZiI/AAAAAAAABzw/mpGFDFUEJlY/s320/June+8,+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8649613075431964235?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8649613075431964235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8649613075431964235&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8649613075431964235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8649613075431964235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/06/animal-lover.html' title='Animal Lover'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQ3IbWZ0zI/AAAAAAAABzQ/pwV1Zc19wqA/s72-c/June+8,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4604944032118860825</id><published>2008-06-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:13:20.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><content type='html'>Addison is getting pretty creative in her playing.  Earlier this week she strategically placed all of her toys on their backs (including her cars, trucks and her sippy cup) and told me to shhh because they were sleeping.  She even makes her version of snoring noises for them.  She never ceases to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQz5pb575I/AAAAAAAABzA/Np8-TOY8ZYI/s1600-h/June+14,+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211847734242963346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQz5pb575I/AAAAAAAABzA/Np8-TOY8ZYI/s320/June+14,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQz554JtQI/AAAAAAAABzI/C9PSvhnYDWM/s1600-h/June+14,+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211847738656404738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQz554JtQI/AAAAAAAABzI/C9PSvhnYDWM/s320/June+14,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5035848790704746440-4604944032118860825?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4604944032118860825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4604944032118860825&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4604944032118860825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4604944032118860825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/06/nap-time.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SFQz5pb575I/AAAAAAAABzA/Np8-TOY8ZYI/s72-c/June+14,+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-2484052776220192874</id><published>2008-06-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:31:38.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Aren't Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who knew we were thinking about moving, we aren't. We tried to sell our house by owner for a couple of months, without much luck. Then I decided it was time for me to learn to be happy no matter where I live, so that is what I'm focussing on.  Dave and I have always loved out ward, so I'm focussing on the positive. I told Dave that I would stop trying to move for a couple of years, but that I needed new flooring in our living room. Dave hometeaches a contractor so we hired him to come replace our flooring, and we love the way it turned out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209623857383675346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SExNS-jBFdI/AAAAAAAAByQ/fAMNp6_jlSU/s320/March+8,+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209623839640404930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SExNR8csQ8I/AAAAAAAABx4/_BVTtbldgEA/s320/June+8,+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209623853239383202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SExNSvG8NKI/AAAAAAAAByA/EChN_FVQ-lg/s320/June+8,+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209625215297090514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SExOiBKzc9I/AAAAAAAAByY/lgv8BaMpuPQ/s320/June+8,+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The other great thing about getting our floors redone is that the surround sound wires no longer run up and down my walls, but go under the flooring!  They have been an eye sore since we put them up more than 4 years ago.  If you look closely at the before picture you can see them above the sliding back door.  We are still looking for a bigger area rug, but it may take months to find one that we like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-2484052776220192874?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/2484052776220192874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=2484052776220192874&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2484052776220192874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2484052776220192874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-arent-moving.html' title='We Aren&apos;t Moving'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SExNS-jBFdI/AAAAAAAAByQ/fAMNp6_jlSU/s72-c/March+8,+2008+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-6649990727436271908</id><published>2008-05-23T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:26:36.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I know that I've been terrible about blogging lately and I don't really have a good excuse. I've had plenty of things to blog about, I just haven't. Everybody else seemed to blog about Mother's Day and I realized my wonderful husband probably doesn't think I had a very good day because I didn't blog about it. So, I know it's really late, but this is a peek at my Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up Sunday morning, showered then ate a yummy breakfast that Dave made: waffles and bacon. Here's a picture of my beautiful baby all ready for church. Dave got her ready so all I had to do was comb her hair. Look how much hair she has now!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203684952416675730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SDcz5NfXZ5I/AAAAAAAABrU/Xa3eL7e2n6A/s320/May+19,+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203684961006610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SDcz5tfXZ6I/AAAAAAAABrc/99HeIFwQMoI/s320/May+19,+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addison fell asleep on the way home from church for about 5 minutes so when we got home she was energized to play. I think she was just too excited to celebrate Mother's Day that she couldn't sleep. No nap for her that day. Then Dave made me a yummy dinner and we all relaxed at home. Dave frequently has meetings or other obligations on Sundays so it was nice to have him home all day. Here's a picture of the watch he gave me. I love it!  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Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Answer the questions about the list of friends/family that you have on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't have the number of names that the question asks, answer the question about the next name that you have not had a question for your your list.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;*When did you meet the first person on your list? I visit teach Amy and we always have great discussion.  She moved into my ward about 3 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;*What do you like about the third person on your list's blog? Brandi is so creative and is an amazing photographer.  She's supposed to be giving birth today to her third son or I'd be bugging her to take pictures of my family.  I'll give her a week or two to recover, then bug her... ;)&lt;br /&gt;*What do you like best about the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; people on your list? Abby is one of my cousins on my dad's side.  She is so much fun as a person and as a mom.  I haven't seen her in years, but I love that blogging makes it feel like I see her all the time.  She also always looks great.  That's not fair..&lt;br /&gt;Allison is also one of my cousins on my dad's side.  If you knew that side of my family very well, you'd understand that the siblings didn't love to spend time together when we were young, and my family lived out-of-state almost the whole time.  That's my excuse for not know either of these cousins really well.  I do know, however, that Allison is hilarious.  I haven't seen her since she's had kids, but I'm willing to bet she's a great mom.  We need to have a family reunion (we can just invite the cousins if we want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How long have you known the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; person on your list? Meredith is my husband's cousin on his dad's side.  I think we first met about 3 years ago?  She came down for Thanksgiving.  She is so much fun.  Or was it at her house in North Carolina that I met her?  I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What impresses you about the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; person on your list? Cyndi is an old family friend of Dave's.  She is best friends with his sister, Katie.  I don't know her well, but I enjoy reading her blog.  I can tell that she's a great mom and really knows how to have fun with her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to begin on what impresses me about my sister-in-law Kristy.  She is amazing in so many ways.  Her blog is always interesting and fun, she's a great mom, wife, sister, daughter and person.  She's beautiful inside and out...I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What memory do you have with the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; person on your list? Jenny was a roommate of mine in college.  She is absolutely hilarious.  She always speaks her mind, you never have to wonder what she's thinking about.  She would regularly come out of her room while we were studying  and start her sentence with "Random thought..." and finish it with something thought-provoking, but also very funny.  One of my more recent memories was when she had a house party (after her mission we weren't roommates).  I had just started dating Dave and our roommates Jenni and Eric had just started dating (different Jenni).  We started playing a game and within seconds, Dave and Eric could tell Jenny was super competitive and also into keeping the rules.  They decided, without even discussing it, to try to change the rules just to make her mad.  It was so funny watching her get so frustrated.  She didn't care that Dave and Eric were strangers, she fought them to the end.  She truly is one of my favorite people to spend time with.  Too bad we live in different states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Say something nice about the last person on your list. Stacey was a super good friend of mine when her husband was in med school and they lived close.  They've since moved 3 times and we keep in touch mainly through blogging.  She is also an awesome mom and super spiritual.  We were close friends almost immediately upon meeting.  She is super sweet, loves to be active, along with her husband, and is gorgeous.  I miss you Stace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag anyone I talked about who hasn't already done this.  I changed a few of the instructions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-3318785508193208635?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/3318785508193208635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=3318785508193208635&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3318785508193208635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3318785508193208635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-1291823941383407407</id><published>2008-04-18T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:46:58.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying being a mom again</title><content type='html'>I'm finally ready to write about my week with my mom and sisters. My mom, sister Rachel and her two daughters got in on Saturday night and stayed with me until Monday. It was nice having Savannah and Kenadee here during conference on Sunday to help entertain Addison. Here she is wearing my mom's reading glasses and the wings that came on her Easter bunny. She's also still in her pajamas. What a stylish little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjzmGfRdaI/AAAAAAAABlM/9fe32Izsreg/s1600-h/April+14+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190666406446855586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjzmGfRdaI/AAAAAAAABlM/9fe32Izsreg/s320/April+14+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison with her counsins. Savannah is such a huge help with watching Addison and Kenadee is so much fun. Thanks for playing with Addison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjzm2fRdbI/AAAAAAAABlU/59RWlV5dDXw/s1600-h/April+14+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190666419331757490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjzm2fRdbI/AAAAAAAABlU/59RWlV5dDXw/s320/April+14+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Monday Mom and Rachel checked into the hotel and I drove up with Melissa and Carter to play at the pool. Besides a minor incident of pooping in the pool and a few near-drownings in the baby pool, fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjznGfRdcI/AAAAAAAABlc/DAcvoJtQw30/s1600-h/April+14+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190666423626724802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjznGfRdcI/AAAAAAAABlc/DAcvoJtQw30/s320/April+14+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Tuesday I dropped Addison off with Maylene (thank you so much for taking her at the last minute!) and met my mom and sisters in Scottsdale. The very first thing on the agenda was to get pedicures. They felt great and we had beautiful toes the rest of the week. I forgot to get a shot of our toes after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjznWfRddI/AAAAAAAABlk/yGlx7g2d8G4/s1600-h/April+14+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190666427921692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjznWfRddI/AAAAAAAABlk/yGlx7g2d8G4/s320/April+14+2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we had a dinner of appetizers. I love eating out with my mom and sisters. We almost always want to share the same dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjznmfRdeI/AAAAAAAABls/5EA92Yt3yGs/s1600-h/April+14+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190666432216659426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjznmfRdeI/AAAAAAAABls/5EA92Yt3yGs/s320/April+14+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom's twin sister, Ardene, and her daughters got in late that night. the rest of the week was full of tennis, walking, laying out at the pool and lots of shopping and food. Notice that the majority of the pictures were taken at restaurants. We love food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shannon, Ardene and Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190667531728287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj0nmfRdfI/AAAAAAAABl0/bP4z9BMN4_U/s320/April+14+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of us at Flo's. I was impressed that we only went to Flo's once during our trip. But I think my mom and sisters also went on Monday night. My sister's and I have all worked at Flo's at some point in our lives and we are still in love with the food. Sorry, Ray, but this was the only photo I had of all of us together. The rest of us look good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190667548908156418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj0omfRdgI/AAAAAAAABl8/CN6eO230Ecs/s320/April+14+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful Rachel posing for a tennis shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190667553203123730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj0o2fRdhI/AAAAAAAABmE/JLWtMwRHk6M/s320/April+14+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My gorgeous oldest sister, Jessica. Look at that form!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190667566088025634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj0pmfRdiI/AAAAAAAABmM/SfRdBfmZLSk/s320/April+14+2008+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my other sister, I mean mom. She passes for being one of the girls all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190667570382992946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj0p2fRdjI/AAAAAAAABmU/ncS0CJIed_4/s320/April+14+2008+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The twins that never age. Now I know where I get it from.  Maybe I'll be happy about it when I'm their age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190668206038152770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj1O2fRdkI/AAAAAAAABmc/23nJz7v5_VE/s320/April+14+2008+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with the cousins and my aunt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190668218923054674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj1PmfRdlI/AAAAAAAABmk/NfUFHwSzkZw/s320/April+14+2008+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had such a great time. In fact, too good. I was exhausted when I got back. I needed a nap the day I got back! But I also got back ready to be a mom again. Thanks so much to Maylene, Melissa, Dave's parents, and Dave for doing my job for the week and letting me take some time off. It was much needed and appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave's parents brought a little rocking chair for Addison and she just can't get enough of it. It's just her size and she thinks it's great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190668223218021986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj1P2fRdmI/AAAAAAAABms/Yz4cuUrHVhg/s320/April+14+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave's parents were in town for the blessing of our nephew, Katie's baby, Reese Benjamin Clement. Isn't he the cutest? The blessing was beautiful and lunch was yummy. It was fun visiting with all the family. Thanks for having a baby, Katie and Greg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190668231807956594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAj1QWfRdnI/AAAAAAAABm0/B2O3GS3prNk/s320/April+14+2008+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's a recap of last week. It was busy, but filled with fun. &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/5035848790704746440-1291823941383407407?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/1291823941383407407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=1291823941383407407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1291823941383407407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1291823941383407407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/04/enjoying-being-mom-again.html' title='Enjoying being a mom again'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/SAjzmGfRdaI/AAAAAAAABlM/9fe32Izsreg/s72-c/April+14+2008+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8571470688983037461</id><published>2008-03-31T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:28:06.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>Addison came down with a nasty cold last week.  She had a fever for 4 days and terrible cough.  It was so nice to have Dave's help over the weekend to care for our very needy, sick child.  Now it's only Monday and Addison is actually doing quite a bit better, but I'm ready for her to get better!  My mom and sisters minus Darci :(  are coming down next week and we are spending 3 1/2 days at a resort in Scottsdale, without the kids!  I am so excited for the much needed break.  And grateful for Dave, his parents, and Melissa for being willing to watch Addison so I can spend some girl time with my mom and sisters.  This week can't pass fast enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8571470688983037461?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8571470688983037461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8571470688983037461&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8571470688983037461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8571470688983037461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-6369369717321596132</id><published>2008-03-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:46:39.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late</title><content type='html'>I promise, I am almost always on time, if not early for things. So why is it so hard for me to blog about things right after they happen? I'm just barely getting to blogging about Easter.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was disappointed that I didn't get Addison on video doing the cute things she did on Easter morning. It wasn't because I didn't try, but because as soon as she heard the camera turn on, she stopped. She was especially excited about her new Lightning McQueen car. She's a little obsessed with the movie Cars, but I had never heard her try to say his name until Sunday when I gave her the car. All day long she went around the house talking about "O Queen".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182135709565598658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R-qk-MKGO8I/AAAAAAAABZo/vA5wbbfnsvY/s320/March+22,+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182138797647084498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R-qnx8KGO9I/AAAAAAAABZw/vFJroNNALT8/s320/March+22,+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182138801942051810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R-qnyMKGO-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/A_kMs7fVypA/s320/March+22,+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-6369369717321596132?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/6369369717321596132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=6369369717321596132&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6369369717321596132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6369369717321596132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-late.html' title='A little late'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R-qk-MKGO8I/AAAAAAAABZo/vA5wbbfnsvY/s72-c/March+22,+2008+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4423811809789316257</id><published>2008-03-17T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:40:54.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannon Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week I experienced a first. I've never been to the northwest, but some friends of ours grandmother has a condo on the Oregon coast so we decided to meet up there for a little vacation. Dave was roommates with the husband, Eric for 4 years and I was roommates with the wife, Jenni, for 4 as well. We love getting together with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen and Eric and their baby Matthew flew in from Houston and we rented a minivan and drove to Cannon Beach. The condo was literally 50 yards from the beach and we could see the ocean from the windows. We realized we weren't going during the ideal time to have nice weather and it rained almost the whole time, but we had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These pictures show our first attempt at a walk on the beach. It lasted long enough to get these pictures then we ran back inside. If it looks cold, wet and windy it was!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178821540532955378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97ewKabqPI/AAAAAAAABXM/hTy_EglSRPk/s320/March+17,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178821536237988066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97ev6abqOI/AAAAAAAABXE/SmiZdrDMG0I/s320/March+17,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a nice walk on the beach later that afternoon and only got wet the last few minutes of our walk. No luck at finding tide pools on the beach by the condo, but we did find lots of sand dollars.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178822463950924034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97fl6abqQI/AAAAAAAABXU/t3IpBhRLNHE/s320/March+17,+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw these elk at a little grassy park at the entrance of the condo complex. We thought maybe they lived there, but we didn't see them the next couple of days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178822777483536690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97f4KabqTI/AAAAAAAABXs/5L5m42NKj38/s320/March+17,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day we drove to the Tillamook factory to see how they make cheese and to try some Tillamook ice cream, which my sister Rachel had raved about. On the way there Jen swears she saw a sign that said Carly Rocks. We stopped about 200 yards down the highway from this so called sign to take pictures of the view. No one else saw the sign on the way back so I'll leave it up to you to decide if there is such a place as Carly Rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178822468245891346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97fmKabqRI/AAAAAAAABXc/dikg3j0qKLs/s320/March+17,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178822472540858658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97fmaabqSI/AAAAAAAABXk/sVRxTx9eIgI/s320/March+17,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178822781778504002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97f4aabqUI/AAAAAAAABX0/Kj1m7GyKcAc/s320/March+17,+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The condo place had an indoor tennis court and pool, so that night we went and hit some dead balls around the court before swimming in the nice, warm pool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178822786073471314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97f4qabqVI/AAAAAAAABX8/8aGZQxm7nMI/s320/March+17,+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After two attempts at dry weather we made it out to see Haystack Rock (THE thing to see in Cannon Beach). During low tide you can walk out to the base of the rock and see lots of tide pools and sea creatures. This last picture is a bunch of starfish attached to rocks. I didn't realize they could be such a beautiful purple color and so large!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178824800413133154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97ht6abqWI/AAAAAAAABYE/L4NM__rnhx8/s320/March+17,+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178824804708100466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97huKabqXI/AAAAAAAABYM/jCjgeW7nmNo/s320/March+17,+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178824813298035074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97huqabqYI/AAAAAAAABYU/XopcW_PgIHY/s320/March+17,+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addison was so excited when we let her get down and run. Her new favorite thing to do is hold my hand and run while yelling "run, run, run". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178824817593002386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97hu6abqZI/AAAAAAAABYc/qSy3hljevWo/s320/March+17,+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While walking through the town, which is a quaint little seaside town, we saw this funny looking car which apparently some guy considers art and does this periodically for fun. It's an old car with random things attached to it like doll heads on a pole, or flamingos. There is also a computer keyboard on the front hood. Kind of strange if you ask me, but fun for pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178826191982537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97i-6abqaI/AAAAAAAABYk/5DOqUWR-RXA/s320/March+17,+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had such a great time. Only partly because of of the sights we saw, but mostly because of the people we were with. We had so much fun just playing games with our friends and playing with this cute little boy. He had the biggest, cutest, gummy grin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178826196277504434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97i_KabqbI/AAAAAAAABYs/JQfER042_FM/s320/March+17,+2008+030.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/5035848790704746440-4423811809789316257?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4423811809789316257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4423811809789316257&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4423811809789316257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4423811809789316257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/03/cannon-beach.html' title='Cannon Beach'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97ewKabqPI/AAAAAAAABXM/hTy_EglSRPk/s72-c/March+17,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-633709693595526975</id><published>2008-03-10T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:49:31.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Friends</title><content type='html'>So I tried to create this post a week ago but I was having problems with Blogger, then we went out of town the rest of the week so I'm really late. Two Fridays ago we had Carter over to play in the morning. Carter is only about 2 weeks older than Addison and they are great friends. We played outside for about an hour and the kids enjoyed following each other around and popping bubbles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178813689332738210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97XnKabqKI/AAAAAAAABWk/xCS8JBc6aCA/s320/March+8,+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178813685037770898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97Xm6abqJI/AAAAAAAABWc/DR9C26MQJEE/s320/March+8,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then in the afternoon we went to the Phoenix Zoo with my friend Maylene and her daughters Sydney and Sophie.  Sydney is quite a bit older than Addison, but is really cute and patient with her.  Addison absolutely loves animals, so of course the petting farm was her favorite.  She also got to pet some stingrays.  Thanks Maylene for a fun time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178814415182211282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97YRaabqNI/AAAAAAAABW8/dEfHpxzzgn0/s320/March+8,+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178814329282865346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97YMaabqMI/AAAAAAAABW0/T5WG5PnCo3w/s320/March+8,+2008+016.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/5035848790704746440-633709693595526975?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/633709693595526975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=633709693595526975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/633709693595526975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/633709693595526975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun With Friends'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R97XnKabqKI/AAAAAAAABWk/xCS8JBc6aCA/s72-c/March+8,+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-5978628802027076935</id><published>2008-03-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:50:59.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love/Hate relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate Elmo! I think he is so annoying. But Addison is in love with him. About 3-4 weeks ago we bought Elmo's Potty Time hoping to get Addison interested in using the potty. Then 2-3 weeks ago I bought her a training potty. She thought it was the most fun toy ever. She would stuff her teddy and baby in the bowl and then shut the lid. She had only watched Potty Time a few times until last week when she became obsessed and had to watch it daily. Then one day after watching it she said she needed to go potty. She sat there for probably about 5 minutes, but she finally did pee in the potty. I thought it was a fluke because she just drank a whole sippy cup of milk. But then a few days later she was in the bath and said she had to go potty again. She was shivering because she was wet, so it took about 5 minutes, again, to relax and then peed in the potty again! Then yesterday she peed and pooped in the potty at the same time.  We're trying not to push it too much, but I'm glad that she apparently knows what the potty is for and what it feels like to need to go.  Sorry if this is TMI, but I'm a proud mom.  Thanks, Elmo, for getting Addison interested in the potty. Hopefully she will want to go more frequently now. Here is a picture of Addison with her potty and a sticker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173610658917279906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R8xbe7rwaKI/AAAAAAAABRE/X0Qie2xYJ_c/s320/March+3,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&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/5035848790704746440-5978628802027076935?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/5978628802027076935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=5978628802027076935&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5978628802027076935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5978628802027076935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/03/lovehate-relationship.html' title='Love/Hate relationship'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R8xbe7rwaKI/AAAAAAAABRE/X0Qie2xYJ_c/s72-c/March+3,+2008+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-2679039061875485880</id><published>2008-03-03T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:03:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather was gorgeous on Saturday.  While Dave and I worked on the yard and tried to figure out why our yard watering system wasn't working, Addison ran around in her swimsuit.  She had a total blast.  Sorry for the poor video skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88b20ce841dfc3c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D088b20ce841dfc3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F6D3DBFF9D115C97C3FE9F399B79D25C2E7D95.8217856194CEE5664791475DA81D3B6439B10951%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88b20ce841dfc3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLEDValRSCchDvdVkdwHl0-IffBk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D088b20ce841dfc3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F6D3DBFF9D115C97C3FE9F399B79D25C2E7D95.8217856194CEE5664791475DA81D3B6439B10951%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88b20ce841dfc3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLEDValRSCchDvdVkdwHl0-IffBk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-2679039061875485880?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=88b20ce841dfc3c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/2679039061875485880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=2679039061875485880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2679039061875485880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2679039061875485880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/03/weather-was-gorgeous-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-3543658574440532381</id><published>2008-02-20T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:45:52.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about my husband</title><content type='html'>Dave will be absolutely thrilled to find out that my cousin Abby tagged me with this idea. And since I've been in a major blogging rut lately I thought I'd finally try it out. We never take pictures of us so I don't have any pictures of Dave to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his name? David Benjamin Reese&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been married? 5 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? 3 months from meeting to engagement. Then another 3 1/2 to married. I always swore that would never be me, but I've never regretted it for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? 31&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more? If it's greasy like Pizza, him, but if it's healthier we probably eat about the same.&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? Him&lt;br /&gt;Who sings better? Him. I probably like to sing more, but am not good. He can definitely carry a tune, but neither of us sing in public.&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? Him. He can remember the most random details. I'm useless when it comes to remembering anything I learn.&lt;br /&gt;Whose temper is worse? Mine, thanks to my dad's blood .&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? Usually me&lt;br /&gt;Who does the dishes? Both of us. But on week days he always gives me a choice between playing with Addison or doing dishes. If it's been a long day I choose dishes. He gets the whiney baby.&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the Lawn? Always Dave. I don't even think I'm strong enough to push it. How sad&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? We don't do left and right, just which one is closest to the bathroom. I get the side with the most easy exit.&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? I do, but Dave did when I worked and he was in school. We do a weekly budget to make sure we know where our money is going. (yes, we're total geeks. did I mention Dave used to do budgets for a living?)&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? Neither of us really enjoys cooking, but I try to cook at least a few times per week. Dave does not expect much (lucky me) If we have grilled cheese or breakfast sandwiches, Dave does the cooking. I think he has more experience at bachelor foods. We eat pizza weekly.&lt;br /&gt;Who is Taller? Funny! One of us is 6'1" and the other is 5'3" You guess which is which&lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together? Almost always Dave. I used to drive when we first moved to Arizona and we were going somewhere I'd been but couldn't remember exactly how to get there. He hates not knowing directions for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? Probably me, but he can be too when he needs to be&lt;br /&gt;Whose parents do you see the most? Does the webcam count? We see both almost weekly on the webcam so they can see our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Who Kissed who first? It was him&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? Dave proposed at the beginning of the summer when he was doing an internship in another state. He was still in school and was thinking maybe a Thanksgiving wedding. I prompty did away with that idea since I love warm weather. We were married that August.&lt;br /&gt;Who has more friends? What a funny question. We both have lots of friends. But I keep in contact more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? We each have 3&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants in the family? Dave, after running it by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-3543658574440532381?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/3543658574440532381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=3543658574440532381&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3543658574440532381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3543658574440532381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-about-my-huband.html' title='All about my husband'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8408255088995914876</id><published>2008-01-22T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:08:19.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoplifting Update</title><content type='html'>So I went to Walmart again this week and had to get some tax preparation software. Much to my surprise they now keep all of the software behind a locked window. I realize this doesn't solve the problem of shoplifting, but hopefully it's a deterrent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8408255088995914876?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8408255088995914876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8408255088995914876&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8408255088995914876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8408255088995914876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/01/shoplifting-update.html' title='Shoplifting Update'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-2755567875021925485</id><published>2008-01-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:37:56.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-accf15632d6b205a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daccf15632d6b205a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E7395AF77E23915BF51700EB4B5106BA4AB87DA.E25E522B929BC5E4CFC1BEF014F508E55988A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daccf15632d6b205a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxXTJSYw9aOA1oWImRqy-D7B7Kd0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daccf15632d6b205a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E7395AF77E23915BF51700EB4B5106BA4AB87DA.E25E522B929BC5E4CFC1BEF014F508E55988A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daccf15632d6b205a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxXTJSYw9aOA1oWImRqy-D7B7Kd0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-2755567875021925485?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=accf15632d6b205a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/2755567875021925485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=2755567875021925485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2755567875021925485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2755567875021925485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/01/loving-snow.html' title='Loving the Snow'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4896646134608569727</id><published>2008-01-18T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:01:32.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>It's been hard for me to admit that I have to get back to normal life now that Christmas is over and we're back home. We've been home for 2 1/2 weeks, and I'm just barely realizing this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we went to Utah on vacation, we had our church Christmas party where Santa made an appearance. It took well over an hour for Santa to talk to all of the children, and this is what we got. It was somewhat expected that Addison would freak out, but that didn't prevent members of the ward from calling Dave a rookie for not having the camera ready when I placed Addison on Santa's lap. I think even Santa looks amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156837607204813954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R5DEe03RfII/AAAAAAAABME/NavP1Am33hA/s320/January+14,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a great time visiting with friends and family while in Utah over Christmas. We were able to visit with some old roommates of ours one day. I saw Jenni and Jenny, while Dave's roommates Eric and Adam were there. Adam's wife Liz was also there. She was a very good sport. Thanks for taking the time to meet up with us, everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Christmas Eve Dave played basketball with my sister's husband's family and his brother Scott was also able to come. Then we met up with Scott and Kristy and kids for lunch at Arctic Circle. Fancy, I know, but at this point keeping the kids busy so we could visit was a top priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I couldn't seem to keep track of our camera so I didn't get pictures of Christmas day or any of these other activities. I used Darci's camera to take pictures of Christmas morning, but she's been too busy to download them. You'd think moving to Minneapolis would keep her busy or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after Christmas we went up to my aunt and uncle's cabin in Idaho. I don't know that I've ever seen so much snow in my life. It didn't stop snowing the whole time we were there. And it was so powdery. We couldn't make snowballs if we wanted to. But we had a great time tubing, snowmobiling and cross-country skiing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156845097627778242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R5DLS03RfMI/AAAAAAAABMk/s7hYsprfbfg/s320/January+14,+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156844947303922850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R5DLKE3RfKI/AAAAAAAABMU/WCspnWP6Rx0/s320/January+14,+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156844951598890162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R5DLKU3RfLI/AAAAAAAABMc/P0SZD_WBVhk/s320/January+14,+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The picture above was taken after Addie and Dave went for a ride on the tube behind the snow mobile. They had fun, but it was super cold this day. I rode along on the snow mobile with my cousin Mike. Thanks to all of the Bullards for making room for us at the cabin and taking the time to tow our cars in and out of the snow. We had a ton of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before we came home we spent the night at Dave's brother Dan's house and were able to have dinner with his family. They are so nice to let us crash their place everytime we're in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a great time that I haven't wanted to admit that it's over. Thanks everyone for a great Christmas break.&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/5035848790704746440-4896646134608569727?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4896646134608569727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4896646134608569727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4896646134608569727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4896646134608569727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2008/01/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R5DEe03RfII/AAAAAAAABME/NavP1Am33hA/s72-c/January+14,+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4879663661662544738</id><published>2007-12-14T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:18:08.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The highlights of my week</title><content type='html'>You will be able to tell how sad my week has been when you see the highlights. First, it's finally close enough to Christmas to dress Addison in her new Christmas dress from my mom. She looks like Mrs. Claus, only much younger and much cuter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143861508890536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R2Kqyfs5qII/AAAAAAAABHY/KbhTp5WkgI4/s320/December+14,+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143861513185503378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R2Kqyvs5qJI/AAAAAAAABHg/uQuIPBXHjIs/s320/December+14,+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I attempted for the first time to put all of Addison's hair in one ponytail and it was a success. Not because it looked good, but because I got all of her hair in the holder for more than 5 minutes. It only stayed for about an hour, but a success none the less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143861517480470690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R2Kqy_s5qKI/AAAAAAAABHo/VuRBr-fbyrI/s320/December+14,+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143861517480470706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R2Kqy_s5qLI/AAAAAAAABHw/Q78I4ObDVMQ/s320/December+14,+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These were the high points only because we've been stuck at home most of the week while the plumber came to fix our leaky pipe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, the joys of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;home ownership&lt;/span&gt;! He had to drill under the tile and concrete in the master bath to get to the leak, which resulted in my WHOLE house being covered in concrete dust. Now I get to clean it up. Now you know why the high points of my week are so simple. It's been a rough week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-4879663661662544738?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4879663661662544738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4879663661662544738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4879663661662544738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4879663661662544738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/12/highlights-of-my-week.html' title='The highlights of my week'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R2Kqyfs5qII/AAAAAAAABHY/KbhTp5WkgI4/s72-c/December+14,+2007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4487166803752197182</id><published>2007-12-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:53:16.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a whimp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a scary, yet angering experience last week.  I went to Walmart about 1/2 mile from my house and was waiting in the self checkout line when I noticed the guy in front of me taking software out of a box and trying to hide the box behind stuff on shelves in the line.  I wasn't positive that I saw right, but I'm sure he knew that I noticed because I was right there!  I pretended I didn't notice, but I could feel my face turn bright red.  I also watched him move the envelope with the software to several different places in his cart to try to hide it better.  When he went to pay for the other item in his cart he didn't have the extra 56 cents he needed so he called over the woman who helps the self check-out customers and she called another worker over, but they either didn't notice or didn't care!  I feel bad that I wasn't brave enough to say something to him and I even waited til he was out of view before I grabbed a worker and told him that I was pretty sure that guy had stolen some software.  I'm not even sure if they caught him, but I was super scared as I left the store and got into my car.  I kept looking to make sure no one was following me.  (This isn't easy to do when strapping a toddler in a carseat.) You may think I'm paranoid, which I am, but let me defend myself by saying that there was a shooting (possibly gang related) at this same Walmart in the middle of the day just a few months ago.  I was also angry because I had heard that shoplifting is a problem, but I'd never seen someone in action.  He must have thought I was ok with what he was doing.  That angered me too, but not enough to make me say something.  Anyway, maybe someday I'll get some guts and be able to tell the guy to his face that stealing is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-4487166803752197182?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4487166803752197182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4487166803752197182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4487166803752197182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4487166803752197182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-whimp.html' title='What a whimp!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-2450105348156605164</id><published>2007-12-03T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:20:44.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWtO6ZEnI/AAAAAAAABFA/Hz09wsgbLyc/s1600-R/December+3,+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139828409833689714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWtO6ZEnI/AAAAAAAABFA/vyRj4TKCi5s/s320/December+3,+2007+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWte6ZEoI/AAAAAAAABFI/wuBbYSjs4dU/s1600-R/December+3,+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139828414128657026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWte6ZEoI/AAAAAAAABFI/KVrR5YcFZ7o/s320/December+3,+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWtu6ZEpI/AAAAAAAABFQ/7Gq7W6s7RcM/s1600-R/December+3,+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139828418423624338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWtu6ZEpI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Wuc0DOANKHY/s320/December+3,+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWuO6ZEqI/AAAAAAAABFY/u3CBgbXC08s/s1600-R/December+3,+2007+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139828427013558946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWuO6ZEqI/AAAAAAAABFY/irAylRkXM94/s320/December+3,+2007+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot that we got these cute pictures with Addison's cousins during Thanksgiving. She had so much fun with them. She can now point to Tallie in a picture and followed Brayden under a desk at Katie's where I was informed that they were hiding. If only she had an &lt;em&gt;older&lt;/em&gt; sibling...&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/5035848790704746440-2450105348156605164?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/2450105348156605164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=2450105348156605164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2450105348156605164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/2450105348156605164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-with-cousins.html' title='Fun with cousins'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R1RWtO6ZEnI/AAAAAAAABFA/vyRj4TKCi5s/s72-c/December+3,+2007+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-3418360466749637330</id><published>2007-11-27T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:41:36.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We had such a great Thanksgiving this year. Dave's parents and brother Dan and his family and his uncle Bruce and his family all came in town and we had a big family dinner at his Aunt Pam and Uncle Steve's house. There were a total of 28 of us (I think 29 if you could my sister's baby Ladd) and it was perfect. After dinner I gave up trying to keep Addison out of the fountain in the backyard. In just one big splash she was soaked so I just took all her clothes off. It wasn't freezing outside because it is almost never freezing in Phoenix, but it was chilly and the water was really cold, but she didn't seem to care. By the end she was shivering so hard she couldn't even walk, but she just kept laughing and squealing with joy. When she tried to climb in the fountain is when we decided she was done. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137607181443084194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R0xyguVpL6I/AAAAAAAABDA/XoL6dENyhmI/s320/IMG_1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137607185738051506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R0xyg-VpL7I/AAAAAAAABDI/MgcilHGzNj8/s320/IMG_1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137606936629948306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R0xySeVpL5I/AAAAAAAABC4/efCSmMMA7H8/s320/IMG_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-3418360466749637330?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/3418360466749637330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=3418360466749637330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3418360466749637330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3418360466749637330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/R0xyguVpL6I/AAAAAAAABDA/XoL6dENyhmI/s72-c/IMG_1212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-3156234131761035311</id><published>2007-11-06T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:46:05.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love weekends!</title><content type='html'>We had such a fun day last Saturday. First thing in the morning Addie went outside with her dad and helped clean windows. Her "assignment" was to get all of the suds out of the bucket. That was so much fun that she stuck her head in the water as well. She was sopping wet by the time they finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCtz3uYKiI/AAAAAAAAA_w/WTgiRp9ycFs/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129791082218400290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCtz3uYKiI/AAAAAAAAA_w/WTgiRp9ycFs/s200/November+2,+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a nap we went to the Arizona State Fair. Addison wanted to camp out in the petting zoo the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCtz3uYKjI/AAAAAAAAA_4/FCoUvKgMCRo/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129791082218400306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCtz3uYKjI/AAAAAAAAA_4/FCoUvKgMCRo/s200/November+2,+2007+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCt0HuYKkI/AAAAAAAABAA/JLjXt3aqGOs/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129791086513367618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCt0HuYKkI/AAAAAAAABAA/JLjXt3aqGOs/s200/November+2,+2007+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCt0XuYKlI/AAAAAAAABAI/s9hcxcTbUaw/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129791090808334930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCt0XuYKlI/AAAAAAAABAI/s9hcxcTbUaw/s200/November+2,+2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a fun exhibit where little kids get to "plow" a "field". She didn't care what it was. She loved riding on the tractor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129791421520816754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCuHnuYKnI/AAAAAAAABAY/l9h24icfaX0/s200/November+2,+2007+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lastly she rode the Carousel. She looks so old in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129791417225849442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCuHXuYKmI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MWP-wT5G3Jg/s200/November+2,+2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&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/5035848790704746440-3156234131761035311?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/3156234131761035311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=3156234131761035311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3156234131761035311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3156234131761035311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-love-weekends.html' title='We love weekends!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCtz3uYKiI/AAAAAAAAA_w/WTgiRp9ycFs/s72-c/November+2,+2007+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-7538363537079855777</id><published>2007-11-06T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:59:01.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bumblebee</title><content type='html'>I am finally finding time to blog about Halloween.  Addison was so excited to wear her bee costume.  When I first bought it I put it on her to make sure it would work and she thought it was really funny.  When I pulled it out of her closet on Halloween, she couldn't stop giggling.  She was so excited to wear it.  I had to take these pictures quickly because she wouldn't stop running around the house.  She was already way too hyper, even before the candy came out.  I think she likes this holiday.  There aren't any good poses, just action shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCppHuYKdI/AAAAAAAAA_I/kfpZnAx0KOo/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129786499488295378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCppHuYKdI/AAAAAAAAA_I/kfpZnAx0KOo/s200/November+2,+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCppXuYKeI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hy9brxlqJ3o/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129786503783262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCppXuYKeI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hy9brxlqJ3o/s200/November+2,+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCpqHuYKfI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/u9r3-BJl5vg/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129786516668164594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCpqHuYKfI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/u9r3-BJl5vg/s200/November+2,+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCpqXuYKgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/og4eFyN6SnA/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129786520963131906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCpqXuYKgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/og4eFyN6SnA/s200/November+2,+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At our ward trunk-or-treat she rode on a train with this girl named Chloe.  You can't tell from the look on her face, but she absolutely loved it.  She screamed when I took her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCpq3uYKhI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iN6J_NfXJEU/s1600-h/November+2,+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129786529553066514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCpq3uYKhI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iN6J_NfXJEU/s200/November+2,+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5035848790704746440-7538363537079855777?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/7538363537079855777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=7538363537079855777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7538363537079855777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7538363537079855777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-bumblebee.html' title='Little Bumblebee'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RzCppHuYKdI/AAAAAAAAA_I/kfpZnAx0KOo/s72-c/November+2,+2007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-5096603635915354948</id><published>2007-10-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:49:44.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominican Republic</title><content type='html'>After 5 years of talking about going on an exotic vacation, a destination list which is several pages long, we finally did it. We chose to go to the Dominican Republic because Dave served his mission there about 10 years ago and I wanted something tropical. We made an excellent choice and had a great time. For those who want details, or even those who don't, here is a day-by-day description or our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically this day started at 11:40pm the night before. That is when our flight left from Phoenix bound for Atlanta. We arrived around 6am not having slept a wink and all we could think about was finding a quiet corner to spread out. There were plenty to choose from, but unfortunately the Atlanta airport is kept at Arctic temperatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127163107694093906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydXrnuYJlI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/SZaN_FptWxI/s320/October+23,+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave up on that quickly. It was the latest we've stayed up since college. At least for me. For those that knew Dave, you know he never went to bed past 10:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in the D.R. around 2:30pm where we checked out the grounds of the resort and relaxed. We fought to stay awake until about 8:30 when we crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a Sunday so we awoke early and went to church in the city. I didn't understand more than a few words during the 3 hours, but it was quite the cultural experience. Dave didn't bother to tell me that women like to kiss cheeks when they meet. I think it was more of an ear on the first attempt. Dave was surprised that even after ten years there were still several people in the ward who remembered him, including this family he taught. The father is now the second counselor in the bishopric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127163717579449954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydYPHuYJmI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4YaQedVqeic/s320/October+23,+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day we relaxed and went for a walk on the beach in the evening. This is a picture of the sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127165761983882882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydaGHuYJoI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-tygIAlX2p0/s320/October+23,+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was another day of relaxing. We spent this day on the beach and planning out the rest of the week. We thought it would be fun to take before and after photos to show off our newly acquired tans. Here are the before shots (&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;: due to glare, sunglasses are advised).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166225840350866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydahHuYJpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/memklu1tDuo/s320/October+23,+2007+014.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_5127166230135318178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydahXuYJqI/AAAAAAAAA40/HUWHHPg5ipw/s320/October+23,+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach at our resort was really nice. There was plenty of room for sun, but there were also a lot of palm trees for shade when it got too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went on an "Outback Safari" tour. They fit 24 people in the back of a jeep/truck and get to experience different facets of Dominican life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166990344529586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydbNnuYJrI/AAAAAAAAA48/I8m5aXAsdJc/s320/October+23,+2007+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we drove through the countryside to see lots of Dominican vistas and typical rural Dominican lifestyle. This is a picture of a typical Dominican home. This experience definitely made us grateful for all that we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166990344529602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydbNnuYJsI/AAAAAAAAA5E/FYZsGvsWthg/s320/October+23,+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166994639496914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydbN3uYJtI/AAAAAAAAA5M/OZ6d4acFBV8/s320/October+23,+2007+020.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_5127166998934464226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydbOHuYJuI/AAAAAAAAA5U/e7IQ6hI3Ypw/s320/October+23,+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went to a river where after being pestered by a few local boys for Pesos, Dave taught them a lesson with a 5-on-1 wrestling match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127178951828449010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydmF3uYJvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/W3Zf7C8VG4g/s320/Dave+with+boys+in+river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we had lunch and saw some Dominican wildlife on a riverboat ride, including tarantulas, snakes, iguanas and alligators. For those who haven't seen Dave in a while, he's the skinny one...without the tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127179488699361058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydmlHuYJyI/AAAAAAAAA50/RV6LpAH5BPQ/s320/October+23,+2007+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly we were off to the beach for some fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boogey&lt;/span&gt; boarding. Our beach at the resort didn't have great waves, but this one did. Carly got wiped out by several before calling it quits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127178973303285506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydmHHuYJwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/FS8tEE3ZDmE/s320/006_20A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127178994778122002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydmIXuYJxI/AAAAAAAAA5s/eE79SD7Y5pU/s320/005_21A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived back at the resort exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we woke early and took a 2 1/2 drive up the coast to the western end of the country. Here we hopped on speed boats and drove through a maze of government-protected mangroves. It was pretty cool how we could see the the roots growing right into the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127180717060007730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydnsnuYJzI/AAAAAAAAA58/FEDJj6i2xeQ/s320/October+23,+2007+036.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_5127180721354975042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rydns3uYJ0I/AAAAAAAAA6E/FtGQzxHFi9A/s320/October+23,+2007+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127180721354975058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rydns3uYJ1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/V8EuJw3_cEw/s320/October+23,+2007+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boats took us to "Paradise Island" or as we prefer to call it "Paradise Sandbar". Here we spent a few hours watching our tour guide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;makeout&lt;/span&gt; with his girlfriend. We did manage to pull ourselves away from the excitement to go snorkeling, which was pretty amazing. These pictures don't do it justice. Unfortunately the coral reefs were about 30 feet under where the lighting wasn't sufficient for our disposable water-proof camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127181730672289634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydonnuYJ2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/eXdV-NAaovc/s320/October+23,+2007+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127181739262224242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydooHuYJ3I/AAAAAAAAA6c/HWW70IEIvIA/s320/010_16A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127181756442093442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydopHuYJ4I/AAAAAAAAA6k/vixT5zUfwmo/s320/024_2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished the day the same as we did most days, playing one-on-one Cribbage and Gin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we decided to be adventurous and take a self-guided tour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Plata&lt;/span&gt;. Tourist price: $90. Tour guide Dave: $20. This included catching a ride into the city in a small van with 8 Dominican locals in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Guagua&lt;/span&gt;. These are the D.R.'s version of public transportation. We visited the Fort San Felipe where Dave fails to mention for the countless time that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is the one that speaks Spanish, not me. So the 90 year old caretaker proceeded to give me a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; detailed history of the site. Dave's translation lasted all of 15 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127183066407118738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rydp1XuYJ5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ljmsZbmXtN8/s320/October+23,+2007+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127183070702086050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rydp1nuYJ6I/AAAAAAAAA60/ZLNXyqw7oKQ/s320/October+23,+2007+056.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;motoconcho&lt;/span&gt; (three adults on a small motorcycle, I bet the people who paid full price didn't get that experience) to the base of Mount Isabel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Torres. We took a lift to the top of the peak, where there were miles of trails that we wandered for about an hour. It was a beautiful sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127183942580447154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydqoXuYJ7I/AAAAAAAAA68/KbwQW9Dvnt0/s320/October+23,+2007+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127183946875414466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydqonuYJ8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/1XevV7kEdrU/s320/October+23,+2007+077.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;Apparently Dave wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exagerating&lt;/span&gt; when he said there were wild chickens everywhere in the D.R. We even saw some at the top of the highest peak in the area. According to our Paradise Island tour guide, once you eat steroid-free chicken, you can never go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127183946875414482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydqonuYJ9I/AAAAAAAAA7M/7PD5euu6Qu4/s320/October+23,+2007+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us posing on a bridge at the top of the peak. Because we didn't want to pay any of the oh-so-helpful "guides" to take a picture of us, we had to place the camera in strategic places with a timer. This was the best picture we got. The rest were a little awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126937776529876514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RyaKvnuYJiI/AAAAAAAAA38/uAsc15IJNFI/s320/October+23,+2007+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7&lt;/strong&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;On the last morning before heading home we relaxed on the beach. Here is a shot of Dave sunbathing. Notice this is the same shot as the before photo. Due to the wonders of SPF 30 we decided to conserve film and use the same photo for the before and after shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126935650521064978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RyaIz3uYJhI/AAAAAAAAA30/icV2lFyJBl8/s320/October+23,+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All in all we had a great and relaxing time. Thanks again to Katie and Darci for watching Addison. They've agreed to do it again next year, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-5096603635915354948?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/5096603635915354948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=5096603635915354948&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5096603635915354948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5096603635915354948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/10/dominican-republic.html' title='Dominican Republic'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RydXrnuYJlI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/SZaN_FptWxI/s72-c/October+23,+2007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8092084097822343360</id><published>2007-10-08T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:09:18.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Jenni and Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RwqqbW1YBeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dOL0aXCnpDM/s1600-h/Matthew+Detton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119091313422632418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RwqqbW1YBeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dOL0aXCnpDM/s320/Matthew+Detton.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of our very best friends are finally parents and we couldn't be more excited. LDS Family Services alerted them last week that they were chosen by a birth mother. They now have a beautiful baby boy named Matthew. Congrats you two, we know you'll be great parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8092084097822343360?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8092084097822343360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8092084097822343360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8092084097822343360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8092084097822343360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/10/congratulations-jenni-and-eric.html' title='Congratulations Jenni and Eric'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RwqqbW1YBeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dOL0aXCnpDM/s72-c/Matthew+Detton.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-5291892259168849373</id><published>2007-10-05T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:35:55.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominican Republic, here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RwqiZG1YBdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WeEn9AOHzBs/s1600-h/domrep1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119082478674904530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RwqiZG1YBdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WeEn9AOHzBs/s320/domrep1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've posted, but I've been busy planning for our trip to the Dominican Republic. We leave in just 4 days.  My wonderful sister Darci, and Dave's awesome sister Katie have agreed to watch Addison so we can go and enjoy ourselves alone.  Dave served his mission in the Santiago, DR mission, so we'll be staying in one of the areas he served in. We are so excited. It will be my first time out of the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to get a little sad about leaving Addison for so long, but both Katie and Darci are great with her so I know she'll be fine. I'm more worried about Dave and I. We'll just have to focus on having fun and enjoying our time alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-5291892259168849373?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/5291892259168849373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=5291892259168849373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5291892259168849373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/5291892259168849373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/10/dominican-republic-here-we-come.html' title='Dominican Republic, here we come!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RwqiZG1YBdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WeEn9AOHzBs/s72-c/domrep1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-6766162323654116888</id><published>2007-09-22T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:31:35.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who does she look like?</title><content type='html'>I copied this idea from my friend Sarah.  She used this meter on her blog and I thought it was cool.  People are always saying Addison looks equally like both Dave and I, but according to this site, she's 11% more like me.  The picture of Dave is a bad one.  The only straight on picture we have of Dave is a passport picture.  If it were a better picture I think it would be more equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_self"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/88/74/62/887462_678981e4245f64g9i3wx50.JPG" width="435" height="470" 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/5035848790704746440-6766162323654116888?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/6766162323654116888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=6766162323654116888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6766162323654116888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/6766162323654116888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-does-she-look-like.html' title='Who does she look like?'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8402990604493378575</id><published>2007-09-17T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:28:15.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>Addison is developing quite the character now.  She does this silly thing now when she wants hugs or is excited about getting something.  She's even done it when I bring her a drink of water.  What a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1b9rtXAZsI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1b9rtXAZsI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8402990604493378575?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8402990604493378575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8402990604493378575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8402990604493378575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8402990604493378575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/09/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-1376603730082000270</id><published>2007-09-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:22:53.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Walking</title><content type='html'>Addison has been walking for about a month now, but I'm just barely getting around to downloading the videos.  The video is not great quality and I sound like an idiot, but she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYBZsBBJTrM"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYBZsBBJTrM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-1376603730082000270?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/1376603730082000270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=1376603730082000270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1376603730082000270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/1376603730082000270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-walking.html' title='Finally Walking'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-797286842123481723</id><published>2007-09-10T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:22:38.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement?</title><content type='html'>I've found myself wishing for a little more excitement in my life, but I now take that back.  On Saturday my sister Darci was supposed to watch Addison so Dave and I could go out, but she woke up at 3:30 that morning with a fever.  We gave her some Tylenol and it seemed to bring it down fine.  Saturday morning she acted fine until her fever came back.  We tried medicine twice more during the day, but it didn't seem to touch the fever.  Finally by that afternoon I was getting worried because she was so miserable.  She moaned all day, would hardly eat or drink and couldn't sleep for more then 10 minutes at a time.  We took her to urgent care where we waited for an hour and a half to be told to take her to the emergency room!  I was pretty calm until about this point.  We drove to the ER where the triage nurse was shocked the urgent care didn't give her anything to bring the temperature down.  When they checked her in her temperature was 104.7.  She was almost despondent by this time.  They got her in pretty quick, gave her a ton of Tylenol and Ibuprofen and then a popsicle.  Thank goodness that did the trick and within a few hours she was doing fine and wanting to explore the hospital.  We are so grateful that she is ok.  Next time I know that we need to try both Tylenol and Ibuprofen!  That's enough "excitement" for this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-797286842123481723?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/797286842123481723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=797286842123481723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/797286842123481723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/797286842123481723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/09/excitement.html' title='Excitement?'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8637232790111126873</id><published>2007-08-24T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:50:38.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rs7-RjAE4zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nh1E9YmwlVE/s1600-h/c%26d+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rs7-RjAE4zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nh1E9YmwlVE/s320/c%26d+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102295005264143154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dave and I celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary.  I can't believe how quickly the time has gone by.  Dave asked me this morning if I still remembered the day we got married.  What a silly question, of course I do.  These last 5 years have been the best years of my life.  When I married Dave I loved him and thought he was great, but he's turned out to be more sweet, thoughtful, helpful, and the best father and husband I could have ever hoped for.  (Sorry, Dave, I don't know how else to word that sentence.  I know how much you hate when people end sentences with a preposition.)  That's another great thing about Dave.  I do lots of things that I'm sure frustrate him or bug him, but he never lets on.  I truly found the greatest man.  I'm the luckiest girl alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8637232790111126873?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8637232790111126873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8637232790111126873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8637232790111126873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8637232790111126873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rs7-RjAE4zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nh1E9YmwlVE/s72-c/c%26d+bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-71098679263674202</id><published>2007-08-13T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:53:21.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Flagstaff</title><content type='html'>Dave had a work meeting in Flagstaff on Friday morning last week so we drove up Thursday night and stayed an extra night just to enjoy the nice weather.  It was gorgeous and we didn't want to come back to the 110 degree plus weather in Phoenix.  On Saturday morning before we came home we went to Walnut Canyon where you can hike in a little and see some of the Native American ruins.  These people lived in caves on the edge of cliffs.  I don't know how they got around, but they were pretty cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC2BFYkEbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/a8ftRPSYXCk/s1600-h/August+13,+2007+Flagstaff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098274907924730290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC2BFYkEbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/a8ftRPSYXCk/s320/August+13,+2007+Flagstaff+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC18FYkEaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFsEKA7Zhw8/s1600-h/August+13,+2007+Flagstaff+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098274822025384354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC18FYkEaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFsEKA7Zhw8/s320/August+13,+2007+Flagstaff+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC13lYkEZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/n1sJDSdjgsw/s1600-h/August+13,+2007+Flagstaff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098274744715973010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC13lYkEZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/n1sJDSdjgsw/s320/August+13,+2007+Flagstaff+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5035848790704746440-71098679263674202?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/71098679263674202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=71098679263674202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/71098679263674202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/71098679263674202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-trip-to-flagstaff.html' title='Our trip to Flagstaff'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC2BFYkEbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/a8ftRPSYXCk/s72-c/August+13,+2007+Flagstaff+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8147837275228272949</id><published>2007-08-13T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:43:41.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC0RFYkEYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/auqFZlYcc4M/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098272983779381634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC0RFYkEYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/auqFZlYcc4M/s320/July+31,+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Utah in July to visit family. On the 24th, Pioneer Day in Utah, we went hiking with my parents. We took the tram up to the top of Snow Bird and then hiked down to Cecret Lake and finally to Alta Ski resort where we had to bum a ride from a really nice family in order to get down to where the cars were parked. We had a picnic at the lake and Addison went to town on her very own nectarine. It was a lot of fun. Thanks mom and dad!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCzZFYkEWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Cyqmte3CrpI/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098272021706707298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCzZFYkEWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Cyqmte3CrpI/s320/July+31,+2007+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCzS1YkEVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xt8uxq-Cxmg/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098271914332524882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCzS1YkEVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xt8uxq-Cxmg/s320/July+31,+2007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCzM1YkEUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sap8oW63qh8/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098271811253309762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCzM1YkEUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sap8oW63qh8/s320/July+31,+2007+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCy4FYkETI/AAAAAAAAAjI/FVT8XExqmnM/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5035848790704746440-8147837275228272949?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8147837275228272949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8147837275228272949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8147837275228272949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8147837275228272949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-went-to-utah-in-july-to-visit-family.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsC0RFYkEYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/auqFZlYcc4M/s72-c/July+31,+2007+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8649083377245551831</id><published>2007-08-13T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:32:51.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Aunt Darci and Uncle Doug for recording my first birthday experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XS-7-nvWjr8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XS-7-nvWjr8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5035848790704746440-8649083377245551831?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8649083377245551831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8649083377245551831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8649083377245551831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8649083377245551831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-aunt-darci-and-uncle-doug-for.html' title='Thanks Aunt Darci and Uncle Doug for recording my first birthday experience!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-7892766721030204499</id><published>2007-08-13T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:30:45.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm a terrible blogger.  Addison's first birthday was July 9th and I'm just barely getting it on the blog.  At least I took pictures though, right?  These picures are in reverse order, but as you can tell, Addison was a little freaked out by the unknown cupcake and all of the attention at first.  Eventually she tasted it though and there was no turning back.  She was in heaven.  Thanks for the cute outfit, Aunt Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCwm1YkESI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rr5xSw8G1b4/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098268959395025186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCwm1YkESI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rr5xSw8G1b4/s320/July+31,+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCwfFYkERI/AAAAAAAAAi4/olw1whXh4NU/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098268826251038994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCwfFYkERI/AAAAAAAAAi4/olw1whXh4NU/s320/July+31,+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCwXFYkEQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eSE1jDXiDCM/s1600-h/July+31,+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098268688812085506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCwXFYkEQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eSE1jDXiDCM/s320/July+31,+2007+003.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;/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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;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/5035848790704746440-7892766721030204499?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/7892766721030204499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=7892766721030204499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7892766721030204499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7892766721030204499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-first-birthday.html' title='Happy First Birthday!'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RsCwm1YkESI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rr5xSw8G1b4/s72-c/July+31,+2007+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-4346734540276359313</id><published>2007-07-09T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:57:44.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Rag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RpKEtcLfPXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gL1Dt2oaCNc/s1600-h/July+3,+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085272845448068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RpKEtcLfPXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gL1Dt2oaCNc/s320/July+3,+2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure that's how it's spelled, but either way, she looks cute.  She was the hit of the ward!  No one can resist those big blue eyes, especially not her mom and dad!&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/5035848790704746440-4346734540276359313?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/4346734540276359313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=4346734540276359313&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4346734540276359313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/4346734540276359313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/07/dew-rag.html' title='Dew Rag'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RpKEtcLfPXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gL1Dt2oaCNc/s72-c/July+3,+2007+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-9117752819279619545</id><published>2007-07-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:55:15.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RpKEMsLfPWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UYZ0PRWmL58/s1600-h/July+3,+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085272282807352674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RpKEMsLfPWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UYZ0PRWmL58/s320/July+3,+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison is such a good eater.  I think she'll eat just about anything we give her.  She especially had fun with these black beans.  We thought this was a perfect blackmail picture moment with the black face, snot and crazy hair.&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/5035848790704746440-9117752819279619545?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/9117752819279619545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=9117752819279619545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/9117752819279619545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/9117752819279619545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-with-beans.html' title='Fun with Beans'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RpKEMsLfPWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UYZ0PRWmL58/s72-c/July+3,+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8164665000865086090</id><published>2007-06-14T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:12:42.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this look like Carly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RnGgycxhNzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lgWxDHyOado/s1600-h/May+23,+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076015043601053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RnGgycxhNzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lgWxDHyOado/s320/May+23,+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison looks like such a raggamuffin when I don't do her hair, now that it's getting so long, but I put this one in because she actually looks a lot like me when I was little. (Just when she's sick, tired or a raggamuffin, though...strange)&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/5035848790704746440-8164665000865086090?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8164665000865086090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8164665000865086090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8164665000865086090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8164665000865086090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/06/does-this-look-like-carly.html' title='Does this look like Carly?'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RnGgycxhNzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lgWxDHyOado/s72-c/May+23,+2007+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-3561114094131096951</id><published>2007-06-14T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:09:26.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 1/2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RnGgQcxhNyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3Y_84acyddI/s1600-h/May+21,+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076014459485501218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RnGgQcxhNyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3Y_84acyddI/s320/May+21,+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just thougt this was a really cute outfit.  It's rare that I can get a picture of Addison with a hat on.&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/5035848790704746440-3561114094131096951?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/3561114094131096951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=3561114094131096951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3561114094131096951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3561114094131096951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-12-months.html' title='10 1/2 months'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RnGgQcxhNyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3Y_84acyddI/s72-c/May+21,+2007+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-3013521911848644410</id><published>2007-05-15T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:56:56.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko6dWnBLlI/AAAAAAAAARU/E7KxiLP8720/s1600-h/May+15,+2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064925006891396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko6dWnBLlI/AAAAAAAAARU/E7KxiLP8720/s320/May+15,+2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was before church on Sunday.  Yes, she always looks this happy when dad's home.  She loves her dad!&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/5035848790704746440-3013521911848644410?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/3013521911848644410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=3013521911848644410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3013521911848644410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3013521911848644410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-old.html' title='SO OLD'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko6dWnBLlI/AAAAAAAAARU/E7KxiLP8720/s72-c/May+15,+2007+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-8993696194616417814</id><published>2007-05-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:54:23.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko502nBLkI/AAAAAAAAARM/cxHyKz3ydMc/s1600-h/May+15,+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064924311106694722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko502nBLkI/AAAAAAAAARM/cxHyKz3ydMc/s320/May+15,+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of the first times Addison actually got up on her hands and knees by herself and stayed there for more than 2 seconds.  This was about a month ago.  She's now scooting and getting around quite well.&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/5035848790704746440-8993696194616417814?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/8993696194616417814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=8993696194616417814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8993696194616417814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/8993696194616417814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/05/crawling.html' title='Crawling?'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko502nBLkI/AAAAAAAAARM/cxHyKz3ydMc/s72-c/May+15,+2007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-7850552134007909643</id><published>2007-05-15T15:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:55:05.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking Out the Sunday Adds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko5SmnBLjI/AAAAAAAAARE/_PgJ9SHJCpo/s1600-h/May+15,+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064923722696175154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko5SmnBLjI/AAAAAAAAARE/_PgJ9SHJCpo/s320/May+15,+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison loves to help mom look through the Sunday adds. You can never start teaching them to be thrifty too early!&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/5035848790704746440-7850552134007909643?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/7850552134007909643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=7850552134007909643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7850552134007909643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/7850552134007909643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/05/checking-out-sunday-adds.html' title='Checking Out the Sunday Adds'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/Rko5SmnBLjI/AAAAAAAAARE/_PgJ9SHJCpo/s72-c/May+15,+2007+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035848790704746440.post-3077095917900665822</id><published>2007-04-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:10:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZvh85I85I/AAAAAAAAAJw/3zcCHq5KIUM/s1600-h/Easter+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054850260842115986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZvh85I85I/AAAAAAAAAJw/3zcCHq5KIUM/s320/Easter+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZvb85I84I/AAAAAAAAAJo/g3imQH_vTQQ/s1600-h/Easter+2007+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054850157762900866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZvb85I84I/AAAAAAAAAJo/g3imQH_vTQQ/s320/Easter+2007+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZuec5I82I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_VixcH1YIv0/s1600-h/Easter+2007+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054849101200946018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZuec5I82I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_VixcH1YIv0/s320/Easter+2007+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZtsc5I81I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-X8C6KU6fG0/s1600-h/Easter+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054848242207486802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZtsc5I81I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-X8C6KU6fG0/s320/Easter+2007+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZtbs5I80I/AAAAAAAAAJI/pWiDAtAYHd8/s1600-h/Easter+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054847954444677954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZtbs5I80I/AAAAAAAAAJI/pWiDAtAYHd8/s320/Easter+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Addison's first Easter and I wasn't planning on doing anything special because she isn't even crawling yet. It's not like she can hunt for easter eggs... When everyone kept asking what we were planning, I felt bad. Some friends invited us over for their Easter egg hunt so I figured that would be a good picture opportunity. (This is not our grass. Ours is not nearly so lush and green, nor as long. We still haven't attempted reseeding our lawn for winter grass, so we just have the super hardy summer grass that looks more like a carpet.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately Addison wouldn't leave the cute little hat alone so she didn't wear it to church, but it looked cute for pictures.&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/5035848790704746440-3077095917900665822?l=dave-carly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/feeds/3077095917900665822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5035848790704746440&amp;postID=3077095917900665822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3077095917900665822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035848790704746440/posts/default/3077095917900665822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dave-carly.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-2007.html' title='Easter 2007'/><author><name>The Reeses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602542281865174709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nqj0crDD2vA/RiZvh85I85I/AAAAAAAAAJw/3zcCHq5KIUM/s72-c/Easter+2007+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
