<?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-8556145042548429352</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:31:38.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blancos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-5748803938080907491</id><published>2012-01-21T20:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:43:37.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you told me to describe this entire last week in just one sentence it would have to be this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Davin cut FOUR teeth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;No further explanation necessary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Update: I just kicked Taylor's butt in a game of Sorry! (Yeah we're cool like that) My week has been redeemed!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-5748803938080907491?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5748803938080907491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-sentence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5748803938080907491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5748803938080907491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-sentence.html' title='One Sentence'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-13441278845009667</id><published>2012-01-10T20:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:37:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days...you know what I'm talking about.  A no makeup/no leaving the house/pull my hair out/baby driving me crazy days.  I tried to plead with Davin to go play quietly in the corner and please don't touch or eat anything you're not suppose to, instead he peed on the carpet.  You'd better believe that kid will have a ten o'clock curfew until he's 25... :)  (He did manage to give me a few kisses in the mix which made me consider an 11 o'clock curfew...we'll see how the next 16 years of his life go...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-13441278845009667?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/13441278845009667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/13441278845009667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/13441278845009667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-4155807957477414080</id><published>2012-01-09T12:30:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:38:48.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random + Christmas fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First some random pictures .  Dav likes to sit on our laps when we read to him, so what does he do if we are laying down and he wants to read with us?  He just climbs right up of course.  It's a good thing Dad had this one memorized.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFXlzzyLZxk/TwtGgjmX88I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3G11GQSRzoY/s1600/CIMG1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFXlzzyLZxk/TwtGgjmX88I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3G11GQSRzoY/s320/CIMG1062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695723678866076610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; "&gt;Cute little bear outside in the first snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJGP2J12pHg/TwtGeyOlprI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F1aW7-hj814/s1600/CIMG1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJGP2J12pHg/TwtGeyOlprI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F1aW7-hj814/s320/CIMG1072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695723648433104562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking snazzy all ready for church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yD92vY5Y26Q/TwtGdwmzjQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsOXolKHk7I/s1600/CIMG1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yD92vY5Y26Q/TwtGdwmzjQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsOXolKHk7I/s320/CIMG1247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695723630817938690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJGP2J12pHg/TwtGeyOlprI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F1aW7-hj814/s1600/CIMG1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing  peek-a-boo, a favorite pastime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHK1DjNR_Ro/TwtGdItD6WI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JXtSh9ClZHY/s1600/CIMG1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHK1DjNR_Ro/TwtGdItD6WI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JXtSh9ClZHY/s1600/CIMG1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGOokgdRzfI/TwtGc_S5fOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/csFuWGPdXLk/s320/CIMG1242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695723617581104354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yD92vY5Y26Q/TwtGdwmzjQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsOXolKHk7I/s1600/CIMG1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There he is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHK1DjNR_Ro/TwtGdItD6WI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JXtSh9ClZHY/s320/CIMG1244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695723620106758498" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHK1DjNR_Ro/TwtGdItD6WI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JXtSh9ClZHY/s1600/CIMG1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went up north a few days after christmas and got to spend time with my family.  We were lucky enough to be there for Vivienne's baby blessing.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Brielle, Davin, and Vivienne.  Of course the girls are adorable while Davin sits there and cries.  Oh Davin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXYrOSxiwwM/TwtEsmoGz6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/m0dtEKE0-bk/s1600/CIMG1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXYrOSxiwwM/TwtEsmoGz6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/m0dtEKE0-bk/s320/CIMG1226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695721686813822882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHK1DjNR_Ro/TwtGdItD6WI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JXtSh9ClZHY/s1600/CIMG1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dav and Brielley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJvOBOkGCf4/TwtEre5yzuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HguT87u35Us/s1600/CIMG1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJvOBOkGCf4/TwtEre5yzuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HguT87u35Us/s320/CIMG1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695721667560656610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXYrOSxiwwM/TwtEsmoGz6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/m0dtEKE0-bk/s1600/CIMG1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa with their 3 grandbabies (and uncle jeff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzMwPLXN_mk/TwtErIo-jzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/obW9Ie0q2ek/s1600/CIMG1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzMwPLXN_mk/TwtErIo-jzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/obW9Ie0q2ek/s320/CIMG1220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695721661584543538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJvOBOkGCf4/TwtEre5yzuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HguT87u35Us/s1600/CIMG1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were down in arizona for Christmas day this year.  We were lucky enough to be able to stay there for almost a week and had lots of fun with the Blancos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their friends the Colliers do a live nativity at their farm.  Taylor was a wiseman.  His job was to lead a llama to the manger and then get it to stand still for the manger scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzMwPLXN_mk/TwtErIo-jzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/obW9Ie0q2ek/s1600/CIMG1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLAjQwpeYS4/TwtEqubXr_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0B2sjaC2ve0/s1600/CIMG1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLAjQwpeYS4/TwtEqubXr_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0B2sjaC2ve0/s320/CIMG1135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695721654548148210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was pretty cold.  Poor Davin couldn't see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3YHKMvyWtE/TwtEqQTcLMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vyHI1pdSUtY/s1600/CIMG1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3YHKMvyWtE/TwtEqQTcLMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vyHI1pdSUtY/s320/CIMG1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695721646461824194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaundra, Tavi, Dav and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECW_wfWrKNE/TwtCti9BiqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2QJpkMkocLs/s1600/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECW_wfWrKNE/TwtCti9BiqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2QJpkMkocLs/s320/CIMG1126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719503984429730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECW_wfWrKNE/TwtCti9BiqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2QJpkMkocLs/s1600/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3YHKMvyWtE/TwtEqQTcLMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vyHI1pdSUtY/s1600/CIMG1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blanco family tradition- caroling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7E-scoRpqM/TwtCs4EXNOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zwuOKntfntM/s1600/CIMG1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7E-scoRpqM/TwtCs4EXNOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zwuOKntfntM/s320/CIMG1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719492472485090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECW_wfWrKNE/TwtCti9BiqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2QJpkMkocLs/s1600/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECW_wfWrKNE/TwtCti9BiqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2QJpkMkocLs/s1600/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin fun! They had fun together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCY4R26bR5I/TwtCspjo5HI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kTISCQkl8h8/s1600/CIMG1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCY4R26bR5I/TwtCspjo5HI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kTISCQkl8h8/s320/CIMG1111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719488577135730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7E-scoRpqM/TwtCs4EXNOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zwuOKntfntM/s1600/CIMG1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7E-scoRpqM/TwtCs4EXNOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zwuOKntfntM/s1600/CIMG1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The three blanco boys in their matching jammies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtpDOq-a82g/TwtCrnaOltI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6m5fDjYTkdk/s1600/CIMG1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtpDOq-a82g/TwtCrnaOltI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6m5fDjYTkdk/s320/CIMG1094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719470820923090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCY4R26bR5I/TwtCspjo5HI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kTISCQkl8h8/s1600/CIMG1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCY4R26bR5I/TwtCspjo5HI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kTISCQkl8h8/s1600/CIMG1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to give them a large amounts of cookies to get them to cooperate for this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtpDOq-a82g/TwtCrnaOltI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6m5fDjYTkdk/s1600/CIMG1094.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtpDOq-a82g/TwtCrnaOltI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6m5fDjYTkdk/s1600/CIMG1094.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLAjQwpeYS4/TwtEqubXr_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0B2sjaC2ve0/s1600/CIMG1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4CyitX_PcQ/TwtOhfRx4II/AAAAAAAAAY4/xEBuyB3Ub6I/s320/CIMG1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695732490978844802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas was awesome!  We got to spend a lot of time with family.  By the end Davin knew who everyone was and would point to them when we asked.  It was a much needed break, but it was nice to come home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-4155807957477414080?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4155807957477414080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-christmas-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4155807957477414080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4155807957477414080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-christmas-fun.html' title='Random + Christmas fun'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFXlzzyLZxk/TwtGgjmX88I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3G11GQSRzoY/s72-c/CIMG1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-3299806353003031470</id><published>2011-12-08T14:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:07:19.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self...</title><content type='html'>ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS &lt;b&gt;CAREFULLY &lt;/b&gt;sort through Davin's laundry before throwing it in the wash. This afternoon when I went to switch Dav's laundry to the dryer I had a terrible surprise.  Unbeknownst to me, he had put a clean (at least I'm 90% sure it was clean) diaper in his laundry hamper and it went through the wash...awful!!!  There were tiny little gel like sticky pieces ALLLLL OOOOOVVVVEEERRRR!!  Blah!  I hope to have my washer back in clean working order soon, wish me luck....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-3299806353003031470?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3299806353003031470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3299806353003031470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3299806353003031470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-4937015645755383606</id><published>2011-11-28T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:45:35.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Pictures Speak for Themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-8LzytEk1w/TtRHOavUUWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/82X1Sc45XmU/s1600/Pic0096.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-8LzytEk1w/TtRHOavUUWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/82X1Sc45XmU/s320/Pic0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680243343042564450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-4937015645755383606?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4937015645755383606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-pictures-speak-for-themselves.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4937015645755383606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4937015645755383606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-pictures-speak-for-themselves.html' title='Sometimes Pictures Speak for Themselves'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-8LzytEk1w/TtRHOavUUWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/82X1Sc45XmU/s72-c/Pic0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1791978212941633448</id><published>2011-11-02T21:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:55:56.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween + some extra gems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello folks.  Welcome to the blog that used to be about us and interesting things that happened but has now turned into another baby blog...and proud of it!  Last Saturday we took Dav to the annual Livestock Heritage Festival here in Cedar City.  What is the Livestock Heritage Festival you may ask?  Oh you know, a whole weekend full of livestocky type of stuff.  They have dutch oven contests, tractor pulls, draft horse pulls, quilt shows, antique car shows, cowboy poetry (yeehaw!!), and the one and only....drumroll.....SHEEP PARADE!!!  (Not gonna lie, we skipped out on everything but the parade, although the cowboy poetry was tempting...)  So in this parade they have all sorts of stuff such as, horses, old wagons, antique cars, giant sheep semis, local family owned livestock businesses, etc etc...and literally, they have sheep!  That's right, every year at the end of the parade 1000 or so sheep are driven down main street Cedar City...that's right, MAIN STREET! I guess its the easiest way to get the sheep from their summer pastures up the mountain to their winter lodgings in the valley, I don't know.  If you know Cedar, you know that if anything interesting is happening, well then, let's make a parade out of it!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Dav waiting for the parade to start.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03gHx8c7Dw4/TrImE0oRaaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/p8ZBijCOHL8/s1600/CIMG0999.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03gHx8c7Dw4/TrImE0oRaaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/p8ZBijCOHL8/s320/CIMG0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636745101765026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHEEP!!  (told ya!)  The announcer lady told us that nowhere else in the U.S. is there a sheep parade like in Cedar! We are awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69N__BLgQ5Y/TrImEjXVY7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/jI0a3wuDGjg/s1600/CIMG1003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69N__BLgQ5Y/TrImEjXVY7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/jI0a3wuDGjg/s320/CIMG1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636740467319730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First ever sucker. YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tg-XO3EgrWU/TrImD11RtCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/akBxP1A2a1w/s1600/CIMG1004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tg-XO3EgrWU/TrImD11RtCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/akBxP1A2a1w/s320/CIMG1004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636728244876322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, now we can get down to business with this Halloween stuff.  Our little Dav was a cute Giraffe!  When we first put the costume on him he wasn't so sure.  But when he looked at himself in the mirror he smiled and laughed.  It was cute.  Little stinker never smiles for pictures.  I swear he is NOT a solemn kid.  He laughs and smiles all the time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mV2KKQQWP8/TrImDUOQbyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tGtg3hxD09s/s1600/CIMG1012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mV2KKQQWP8/TrImDUOQbyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tGtg3hxD09s/s320/CIMG1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636719222845218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eIniyxFyYI/TrImDE3o2DI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y-PaJcZOO4Q/s1600/CIMG1014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eIniyxFyYI/TrImDE3o2DI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y-PaJcZOO4Q/s320/CIMG1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670636715101444146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went over to our friends the Bishoffs on Halloween night.  Here is Davin the giraffe and Kiley the duck.  Kiley was actually kind of scared of Davin and started crying shortly after this picture was taken.  Hehe.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Whoa!  A duck!"  "Is that a...giraffe???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHpgdy879no/TrITLqQ7P6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/9kBXj9dXE7Y/s1600/CIMG1018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHpgdy879no/TrITLqQ7P6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/9kBXj9dXE7Y/s320/CIMG1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670615971857645474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They went to about 3 houses, and had no clue what was going on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UI7Nk0ozPI/TrITLblomrI/AAAAAAAAATg/RyNw7tE14b8/s1600/CIMG1022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UI7Nk0ozPI/TrITLblomrI/AAAAAAAAATg/RyNw7tE14b8/s320/CIMG1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670615967917972146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We carved pumpkins and just had a grand ol' time while the kiddos played. We're glad that we still have some awesome friends here in Cedar.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Kiley trying to share her milk with Davin.  Thanks Ki!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HX39_h92vOc/TrITLb_miqI/AAAAAAAAATY/uZgEACbkLEY/s1600/CIMG1033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HX39_h92vOc/TrITLb_miqI/AAAAAAAAATY/uZgEACbkLEY/s320/CIMG1033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670615968026888866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFXiNl14h1I/TrITKRqHlcI/AAAAAAAAATM/wa27eWYbKy0/s1600/CIMG1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFXiNl14h1I/TrITKRqHlcI/AAAAAAAAATM/wa27eWYbKy0/s320/CIMG1035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670615948072555970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Davin pooped out on his bedroom floor after a long long day!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy-o6blV1cE/TrITKCyQLHI/AAAAAAAAATA/FEJEKGRr7No/s1600/CIMG1036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy-o6blV1cE/TrITKCyQLHI/AAAAAAAAATA/FEJEKGRr7No/s320/CIMG1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670615944080141426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-1791978212941633448?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1791978212941633448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-some-extra-gems.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1791978212941633448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1791978212941633448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-some-extra-gems.html' title='Halloween + some extra gems'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03gHx8c7Dw4/TrImE0oRaaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/p8ZBijCOHL8/s72-c/CIMG0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1786106096979344875</id><published>2011-10-24T10:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:32:06.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Davin had his one year old checkup and shots today.  The poor little man SCREAMED during his shots and for some reason it was worse than all his other shots for me.  Maybe it was because when he was younger I was used to him screaming? Or perhaps because he was a quiet crier so he didn't scream super loud with his shots.  I don't know, but man I was trying to hold back tears too...it sucked!  In all honesty he cried for less than 5 minutes, was just fine after that and was zonked by the time we got home.  Here are Dav's stats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 22 lb. 14 oz.                    50%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 31 in.                                83%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head Circumference: 49 cm.     97%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yup, he's still got a giant head!  (even a bigger percent than last time...) :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few things about our one year old little boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Davin can walk and does so for a little bit every day but mostly still chooses to crawl.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still LOVES balls and will chase them all over the house.  In fact I think that's partly why he still crawls so much, just so he can chase after his balls and push them around. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He also loves playing with his blocks.  I love to watch the concentration on his face while he stacks them.  The funny thing is that he rarely knocks them down on purpose.  He's a builder, not a destroyer.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to go outside and will smile and laugh when we go out the door.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is doing much better with strangers.  Even though he might act solemn and stare you down he won't generally get scared or cry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Davin has a few "tricks" but will usually only do them for me or Taylor, he's a stinker like that.  He can wave bye bye and even says "buh buh" , blow kisses, give high fives, and we're working on having him hold up one finger when asked how old he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has started to jabber and makes the silliest sounds sometimes, I love it!  The other day in the car he giggled and said "gobble, gobble" in his sleep, at least it sounded like gobble gobble.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's started scooting around on his belly when he's in his jammies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He got one of those pillow pet things for his birthday and he loves it!  He hugs it, gives it kisses, and throws himself on top of it to cuddle with it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still takes 2 naps a day (hallelujah!!) and is so f&lt;br /&gt;unny at bed time.  He used to have kind of a hard time getting to sleep and would cry for a few minutes, but now he basically will reach for his crib and will sometimes smile really big when we lay him down and give him his blankie.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unfortunately he goes through stages where he will wake up really early in the morning, between 6 and 6:30...sigh....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has 7 teeth.  4 on the top middle, and 3 on the bottom with another one ready to pop through any minute to make it the 4 middle.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't even know what else to say, he is just perfect! (except for when he's not) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love watching Dav learn new things!  The littlest things see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m to be the biggest accomplishment, and at this age it seems like he learns something new everyday!  Oh we love our sweet boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Wb3f3J0eo/TqXmxc24AYI/AAAAAAAAASw/qEayKQ5hqBU/s320/CIMG0941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667189443349971330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-1786106096979344875?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1786106096979344875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1786106096979344875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1786106096979344875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-year-old.html' title='One Year Old'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Wb3f3J0eo/TqXmxc24AYI/AAAAAAAAASw/qEayKQ5hqBU/s72-c/CIMG0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-2193131474264631389</id><published>2011-10-22T23:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:05:14.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Fun (picture craziness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Davin's birthday was Wednesday the 19th.  That's right, we officially have a one year old! Whoa! We waited to have his party on Saturday so that our families could be there.  We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day in October for an outdoor party. Here is the story of his party in pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"lovin" his birthday hat with aunt holly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5yg3MzJda8/TqOsdqJHszI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rcyy9yjsRwQ/s1600/CIMG0943.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5yg3MzJda8/TqOsdqJHszI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rcyy9yjsRwQ/s320/CIMG0943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666562381690942258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening presents! Thanks everyone for the awesome gifts. He really didn't have any idea what was going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dhswjRJgc4/TqOsdVJaWII/AAAAAAAAASY/OF72A_mr3t8/s1600/CIMG0950.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dhswjRJgc4/TqOsdVJaWII/AAAAAAAAASY/OF72A_mr3t8/s320/CIMG0950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666562376055019650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now begins the picture craziness... Here is his basketball cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sjTweBZUbo/TqOscj8xCAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nEhW9CLTZkE/s1600/CIMG0963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sjTweBZUbo/TqOscj8xCAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nEhW9CLTZkE/s320/CIMG0963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666562362848643074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acting shy but smiling while everyone sings happy birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVbACb9_6a8/TqOsce8AwKI/AAAAAAAAASA/27UqH3X43gI/s1600/CIMG0964.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVbACb9_6a8/TqOsce8AwKI/AAAAAAAAASA/27UqH3X43gI/s320/CIMG0964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666562361503301794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering why a whole bunch of adult are sitting around staring at him.  He hasn't really noticed the cake at this point.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqbDfUTBE-I/TqOqpf85NpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZrLBVU_jTjE/s1600/CIMG0966.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqbDfUTBE-I/TqOqpf85NpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZrLBVU_jTjE/s320/CIMG0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666560386090481298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testing the frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFhPgiY7iW0/TqOqoBDcpGI/AAAAAAAAARs/a8q_0PDmQDw/s1600/CIMG0969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFhPgiY7iW0/TqOqoBDcpGI/AAAAAAAAARs/a8q_0PDmQDw/s320/CIMG0969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666560360616600674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe, black lips!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mf-iViG54I/TqOqn4fXKQI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qbs6PrZ-FgI/s1600/CIMG0971.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mf-iViG54I/TqOqn4fXKQI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qbs6PrZ-FgI/s320/CIMG0971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666560358317762818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting to get in to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMFvs7uTkHI/TqOqnJerjEI/AAAAAAAAARU/LaFthRs9OM0/s1600/CIMG0974.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMFvs7uTkHI/TqOqnJerjEI/AAAAAAAAARU/LaFthRs9OM0/s320/CIMG0974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666560345698438210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIi_whCyhBk/TqOqm6wJWSI/AAAAAAAAARE/EWnroFiqWyw/s1600/CIMG0978.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIi_whCyhBk/TqOqm6wJWSI/AAAAAAAAARE/EWnroFiqWyw/s320/CIMG0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666560341745162530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhDaxA6_BTA/TqOoGsZGFqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mxwmOoGRd80/s1600/CIMG0979.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhDaxA6_BTA/TqOoGsZGFqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mxwmOoGRd80/s320/CIMG0979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666557589111314082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER, MOM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFHR2zR7EpM/TqOoGgq3pZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3b7sVmGwUxk/s1600/CIMG0980.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFHR2zR7EpM/TqOoGgq3pZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3b7sVmGwUxk/s320/CIMG0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666557585964639634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You mean I'm not supposed to stick my feet in it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_15sprVWc4/TqOoFQvDZlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HiKtlDY5M-M/s1600/CIMG0983.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_15sprVWc4/TqOoFQvDZlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HiKtlDY5M-M/s320/CIMG0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666557564507350610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EutB2c-HrgE/TqOoFBEKODI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/T0sLtdV6aoE/s1600/CIMG0984.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EutB2c-HrgE/TqOoFBEKODI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/T0sLtdV6aoE/s320/CIMG0984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666557560300910642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaPAg701jSk/TqOoE4A-vUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EauFrFZq-5M/s1600/CIMG0985.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaPAg701jSk/TqOoE4A-vUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EauFrFZq-5M/s320/CIMG0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666557557871656258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JkfYtddEBMo/TqOlsMY07WI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UZCXFbreUCs/s1600/CIMG0987.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JkfYtddEBMo/TqOlsMY07WI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UZCXFbreUCs/s320/CIMG0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666554934820400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had a great time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JifWT89uiIo/TqOlrIxLwgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X8-Houy92kE/s1600/CIMG0988.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JifWT89uiIo/TqOlrIxLwgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X8-Houy92kE/s320/CIMG0988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666554916668948994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awful parents washing our child in freezing cold water.  He didn't even flinch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4G6wUkPy04/TqOlqQ7R_AI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TQscovhE3vI/s1600/CIMG0989.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4G6wUkPy04/TqOlqQ7R_AI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TQscovhE3vI/s320/CIMG0989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666554901678914562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15EMkI8IKjk/TqOlqHfAsII/AAAAAAAAAPU/q-_qGd3RSzM/s1600/CIMG0990.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15EMkI8IKjk/TqOlqHfAsII/AAAAAAAAAPU/q-_qGd3RSzM/s320/CIMG0990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666554899144421506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing at the park with Grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbKiVS5nEiY/TqOlpl6l17I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LWZfeMplm4k/s1600/CIMG0991.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbKiVS5nEiY/TqOlpl6l17I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LWZfeMplm4k/s320/CIMG0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666554890133297074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a fun party and we are so grateful for all our friends and family who came and supported Dav!  We love our little one year old and can't wait for the next year of his life to watch the new things that he will learn.  &lt;div&gt;ps- In the fall we are moving to....OREGON!!  Wahooooooo!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-2193131474264631389?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2193131474264631389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-fun-picture-craziness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/2193131474264631389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/2193131474264631389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-fun-picture-craziness.html' title='Birthday Fun (picture craziness)'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5yg3MzJda8/TqOsdqJHszI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rcyy9yjsRwQ/s72-c/CIMG0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-830770065363541836</id><published>2011-10-12T14:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:21:30.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Optometry Overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those who don't know, Taylor has been applying to optometry school.  Here goes the run down...&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Applied to 6 schools&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got 5 interview requests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to 4 of the 5 interviews... SCO in Memphis, TN, RSO in San Antonio, TX, Midwestern University in Glendale, AZ, and Pacific University in Forest Grove, OR. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the most exciting news of all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got accepted to all 4 schools!!!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we just have to decide where we should go...hmmmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a cute picture of my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBgYW0-MJ38/TpX026hKlyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MM0R84vqlXU/s320/CIMG0886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662701330746742562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-830770065363541836?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/830770065363541836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/optometry-overview.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/830770065363541836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/830770065363541836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/optometry-overview.html' title='Optometry Overview'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBgYW0-MJ38/TpX026hKlyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MM0R84vqlXU/s72-c/CIMG0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-7194591283588703610</id><published>2011-09-23T14:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:34:56.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so happy that Davin have cousins close to his age! Hopefully they will grow up to be great friends and have many chances to make all sorts of mischief together (hopefully at Grandma's house...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glenn side: Dav with his cute cousin Brielle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTebws-IeaY/Tnz1nKgFC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zhPGO9EgGBE/s1600/CIMG0820.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTebws-IeaY/Tnz1nKgFC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zhPGO9EgGBE/s320/CIMG0820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655665285253106530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrmGgA1w5ik/Tnz1mwyEpZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T12cLm8HPW4/s1600/CIMG0819.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrmGgA1w5ik/Tnz1mwyEpZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T12cLm8HPW4/s320/CIMG0819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655665278349256082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They cooperated pretty well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58d9skvAf6A/Tnz1ms8CWNI/AAAAAAAAANs/Vlp_ILVgvRI/s320/CIMG0818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655665277317306578" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Blanco boys did NOT cooperate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTebws-IeaY/Tnz1nKgFC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zhPGO9EgGBE/s1600/CIMG0820.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tl9n6EnP5rA/Tnz1nQ6liUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lmPoDq9k2Qs/s320/CIMG0822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655665286974900546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYZKru359TU/Tnz64-WfaKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/X4A0420fwd4/s320/DSCF3704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655671088787450018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTebws-IeaY/Tnz1nKgFC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zhPGO9EgGBE/s1600/CIMG0820.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMKNq3TLoU4/Tnz2Gm-1API/AAAAAAAAAOU/GXe0XTchRSQ/s320/DSCF3703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655665825474216178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8556145042548429352-7194591283588703610?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7194591283588703610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/09/cousins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7194591283588703610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7194591283588703610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/09/cousins.html' title='Cousins!'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTebws-IeaY/Tnz1nKgFC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zhPGO9EgGBE/s72-c/CIMG0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-8711119991776983906</id><published>2011-09-21T22:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:59:50.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down, Buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I need to blog more simply because it's easier than writing and therefore the only place I'm really recording Davin's milestones. (terrible mother, aren't I) So before he grows up too fast, here's davin's latest update on his growing upness...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Words he says (or tries to say)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Ball&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Bottle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Book&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Dog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Duck&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Mama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Dada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Down (Right this      very minute he is playing a game where he stands up and then falls on his      bum and says "dow" or sometimes it sounds more like      "daw")&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Giraffe (I swear      he really says this! It usually sounds like "baffe" or "gaffe")&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Cute stuff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He's lately      started making the "muah" kissing noise and will imitate me when      I give him kisses&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He actually has      just started imitating us all the time, mostly with noises we      make(including bodily function noises, if you know what I mean. If he      hears them he will make the same noise with his mouth.) hehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He still loves      books. One of his favorites right now is a farm animal book. So far he      moos, baas, and woofs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;The other day      Taylor discovered Davin in his room on his old baby swing, sitting backwards      and just swinging away.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ls_mCcsOSBI/Tnq-sg-5qsI/AAAAAAAAANk/gu4stjCGD4I/s1600/CIMG0856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ls_mCcsOSBI/Tnq-sg-5qsI/AAAAAAAAANk/gu4stjCGD4I/s1600/CIMG0856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Db2hUioRow8/Tnq-sd3w-cI/AAAAAAAAANc/yFhCPo4cMkQ/s320/CIMG0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655041953259125186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ls_mCcsOSBI/Tnq-sg-5qsI/AAAAAAAAANk/gu4stjCGD4I/s1600/CIMG0856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ls_mCcsOSBI/Tnq-sg-5qsI/AAAAAAAAANk/gu4stjCGD4I/s320/CIMG0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655041954094361282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;When he likes      his food (and sometimes even when I just set him in his highchair) he will      start saying “mmm mmm”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He makes this      funny little face by opening his mouth as wide as possible while still      covering his teeth.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22sgOusQwQU/Tnq92201egI/AAAAAAAAANU/586UWdkBeCg/s1600/CIMG0807.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22sgOusQwQU/Tnq92201egI/AAAAAAAAANU/586UWdkBeCg/s320/CIMG0807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655041032244787714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He still loves      to chase balls and will roll his body over them and then put his head on      the ground with his bum in the air to look at the ball.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkbBkan4Fs/Tnq92kIpr6I/AAAAAAAAANM/xCE9vWI2TXo/s1600/CIMG0823.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkbBkan4Fs/Tnq92kIpr6I/AAAAAAAAANM/xCE9vWI2TXo/s320/CIMG0823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655041027227627426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Sometimes he      just sticks his bum in the air and puts his head on the ground for no      apparent reason.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LJT0YSlSMg/Tnq92fIVIII/AAAAAAAAANE/UkZlMb1mRww/s1600/CIMG0835.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LJT0YSlSMg/Tnq92fIVIII/AAAAAAAAANE/UkZlMb1mRww/s320/CIMG0835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655041025884102786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He drinks out of      a straw, which for some reason was very exciting…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He likes to dive      headfirst off the couch and bed.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I      think this means he trusts us enough to know we’ll catch him, or at least      that we’ll try) This is me catching him at the last second while still snapping the picture.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wD6lkIpuK1U/Tnq92Aoa4FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lKGF9HHFGMs/s1600/CIMG0796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wD6lkIpuK1U/Tnq92Aoa4FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lKGF9HHFGMs/s320/CIMG0796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655041017697198162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:.25in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Milestones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;margin-left:.75in;mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol; color:black"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;He has seven teeth (and they are sharp) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;margin-left:.75in;mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol; color:black"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;He walks very well when we stand him up and hold out our arms, but doesn’t choose to walk when he could just crawl&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;margin-left:.75in;mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol; color:black"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;He has finally started waving! (But only when he feels like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;margin-left:.75in;mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol; color:black"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;He had his first haircut.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His hair is so blonde and thin you couldn’t tell how long it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_Ys1pSrGU/Tnq91n0Z2UI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jyd-56v_Cj8/s1600/CIMG0826.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_Ys1pSrGU/Tnq91n0Z2UI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jyd-56v_Cj8/s1600/CIMG0826.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp_WXSKe9Ic/Tnq7LKa5kqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ovsUf4o1BRU/s320/CIMG0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655038082567213730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;After reading this over it doesn’t do him justice at all!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the most adorable baby in the world!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just trust me.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Watching college football with dad while eating chips and salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_Ys1pSrGU/Tnq91n0Z2UI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jyd-56v_Cj8/s1600/CIMG0826.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_Ys1pSrGU/Tnq91n0Z2UI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jyd-56v_Cj8/s320/CIMG0826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655041011036576066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8omUAII8zU4/Tnq7K7SXzqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l1NNrxWyfpI/s1600/CIMG0832.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8omUAII8zU4/Tnq7K7SXzqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l1NNrxWyfpI/s320/CIMG0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655038078504914594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After eating yummy licorice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3fY0kH_9_Q/Tnq7Kka3nUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dLwSHOqCvPA/s1600/CIMG0846.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3fY0kH_9_Q/Tnq7Kka3nUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dLwSHOqCvPA/s320/CIMG0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655038072366538050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basket of Balls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcIluYXxUvU/Tnq7KJc51TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XWKDjMXsM9o/s1600/CIMG0851.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcIluYXxUvU/Tnq7KJc51TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XWKDjMXsM9o/s320/CIMG0851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655038065127314738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Helping" daddy pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyJUvQol4mw/Tnq7J2BAOhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zKo739tzz_M/s1600/CIMG0859.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyJUvQol4mw/Tnq7J2BAOhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zKo739tzz_M/s320/CIMG0859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655038059910019602" /&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/8556145042548429352-8711119991776983906?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8711119991776983906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/09/slow-down-buster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/8711119991776983906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/8711119991776983906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/09/slow-down-buster.html' title='Slow Down, Buster'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Db2hUioRow8/Tnq-sd3w-cI/AAAAAAAAANc/yFhCPo4cMkQ/s72-c/CIMG0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-5197105659628450170</id><published>2011-08-30T10:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:12:30.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this makes him a big boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right everyone...this little guy took 3 (very small) steps this morning.  Small yes, but steps nonetheless.  I've been trying to get it on video but he just smiles and then gets down on his knees to crawl to me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;It'll probably be a while until he walks consistently, but let it be known, first steps, 10 months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, this boy loves his vegetables...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJyOvSmvnQw/Tl0WgA8zIdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/79-OxXalKrc/s320/CIMG0798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646694247059104210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2HmfBgzFv8/Tl0WgXHe7tI/AAAAAAAAAME/2ACrUG0scgY/s1600/CIMG0799.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2HmfBgzFv8/Tl0WgXHe7tI/AAAAAAAAAME/2ACrUG0scgY/s320/CIMG0799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646694253009497810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8556145042548429352-5197105659628450170?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5197105659628450170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-this-makes-him-big-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5197105659628450170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5197105659628450170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-this-makes-him-big-boy.html' title='I think this makes him a big boy...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJyOvSmvnQw/Tl0WgA8zIdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/79-OxXalKrc/s72-c/CIMG0798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1943407770212273250</id><published>2011-08-24T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:06:14.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Sigh...how do you discipline a ten month old?  Davin is really starting to be a little stinker!  He has been crawling for a couple months now but only recently has started getting in to stuff.  His new favorite thing is to pull my books off our bookshelf in the living room.  Now it's true that I could just put the books on a higher shelf and put his stuff on the bottom, but I really just want to teach him to leave it alone.  Easier said than done.  He definitely understands the meaning of the word "no" but the problem is that when we say it he thinks whatever he's doing has just become a game.  After I say no he will smile and giggle and tease me by veeerrryyy sloooooowly getting closer and closer to the books until I do something about it.  The worst part is that I'm just trying to consistently tell him no and act stern about it, but I'm secretly trying really hard not to laugh.  He's so funny.  Just today he has decided that he likes to stand up on his own without holding on to anything.  He's done it occasionally in the past, but not consistently.  The best part is that he gets excited and starts doing a little dance that involves shaking his little bum.  For posterity sake here are some more davnisms...&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's just started making a little pouty face by sticking his lips out really far and scrunching his nose.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He says the word ball (sounds more like baw)  Ok, he doesn't really say it, he screams it! (really high pitched, it usually hurts my ears) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we leave the bathroom door open for a second he is in there trying to play with the plunger...gross! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He now has 5 teeth (there my be a 6th trying to come in on top) and he has quite a large gap between his front two teeth.  It's cute for now, but I'm already thinking of the braces...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has some pretty bad stranger danger issues sometimes.  We have to ease him in to situations with lots of people.  He'll literally cling to us with a death grip.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, I wouldn't want to bore you!  You can brag about your kids to me anytime, it's only fair.  :)  Oh, and you can brag about your husbands too...speaking of which, Taylor got his 3rd interview request, this one is to Pacific University in Oregon which just so happens to be our top school choice!  Yay!  &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/8556145042548429352-1943407770212273250?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1943407770212273250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1943407770212273250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1943407770212273250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-7951904108061891827</id><published>2011-08-22T12:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:24:21.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addition</title><content type='html'>...to the list of things Davin's scared of&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grass (sadly, he refuses to crawl on it, he hasn't always been this way) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crowds of people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His uncle Clinton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-7951904108061891827?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7951904108061891827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-addition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7951904108061891827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7951904108061891827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-addition.html' title='A new addition'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1850853886651330315</id><published>2011-08-20T13:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:06:34.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me check...yup, he's still cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures to prove it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As promised from the last post, here he is putting his hands UP!  At church the other day we were sustaining a few people in sacrament, and Taylor whispered UP to Davin, and he tossed his little arms in the air and sustained everyone too.  It was so funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDqYUvp_Rgc/TlAPgMNSXeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rf21-TwTGsg/s1600/CIMG0778.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDqYUvp_Rgc/TlAPgMNSXeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rf21-TwTGsg/s320/CIMG0778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643027378802417122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book surfing...a favorite pastime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjGpfMBo9LA/TlAPfulRjMI/AAAAAAAAALs/dGJvASVv9hs/s1600/CIMG0759.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjGpfMBo9LA/TlAPfulRjMI/AAAAAAAAALs/dGJvASVv9hs/s320/CIMG0759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643027370849963202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More UP hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_L1EQFpuiXI/TlAPfTjUHeI/AAAAAAAAALk/jjh8eYrH3k4/s1600/CIMG0776.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_L1EQFpuiXI/TlAPfTjUHeI/AAAAAAAAALk/jjh8eYrH3k4/s320/CIMG0776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643027363593985506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes he decides to do one hand.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Bg9xBN8N0/TlAPfHlC6QI/AAAAAAAAALc/jqlX6VrwWPc/s1600/CIMG0768.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Bg9xBN8N0/TlAPfHlC6QI/AAAAAAAAALc/jqlX6VrwWPc/s320/CIMG0768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643027360380020994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has lately developed a little sly smile, this is kind of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj5TcC7aO3Y/TlAOB1GawRI/AAAAAAAAALU/ytIH7bYCeV8/s1600/CIMG0765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj5TcC7aO3Y/TlAOB1GawRI/AAAAAAAAALU/ytIH7bYCeV8/s320/CIMG0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643025757691887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved walking in to find a pear on his head.  He didn't seem to mind even though there was juice running down his face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIy-SJLudxQ/TlAOBlvLb6I/AAAAAAAAALM/p8uMUey16Z8/s1600/CIMG0770.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIy-SJLudxQ/TlAOBlvLb6I/AAAAAAAAALM/p8uMUey16Z8/s320/CIMG0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643025753567883170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just bath time hair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j0X7M9sKYk/TlAOBbX2CQI/AAAAAAAAALE/eQ9-EIOGGGQ/s1600/CIMG0788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j0X7M9sKYk/TlAOBbX2CQI/AAAAAAAAALE/eQ9-EIOGGGQ/s320/CIMG0788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643025750785657090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and I have loved having a garden this year.  These next two pictures were taken just 3 days apart from each other proving how much harvest we've gotten so far.  My favorite has been the beans and the broccoli.  Keep in mind we are sharing the garden with 2 other families, so there's been much more than what we took pictures of.  It's been so fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WojR_E-D_Ek/TlAOBDdh4qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7yKCtZ-m7y4/s1600/CIMG0785.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WojR_E-D_Ek/TlAOBDdh4qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7yKCtZ-m7y4/s320/CIMG0785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643025744367051426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RsH38iE5-g/TlAOAZe7UHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MRTOOrUDV7E/s1600/CIMG0789.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RsH38iE5-g/TlAOAZe7UHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MRTOOrUDV7E/s320/CIMG0789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643025733098623090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, Taylor has gotten 2 interview requests so far.  One to SCO in Tennessee, and the other to Midwestern in Arizona.  Yay!  &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/8556145042548429352-1850853886651330315?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1850853886651330315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-me-checkyup-hes-still-cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1850853886651330315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1850853886651330315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-me-checkyup-hes-still-cute.html' title='Let me check...yup, he&apos;s still cute'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDqYUvp_Rgc/TlAPgMNSXeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rf21-TwTGsg/s72-c/CIMG0778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-9125650322523955097</id><published>2011-08-10T11:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:20:06.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazies</title><content type='html'>I live with a bunch (ok, just 2) crazies!  Crazy number one would be Taylor.  This is the guy who can barely keep his eyes open past ten o' clock...normally...  However, if staying up involves all night  bass fishing at Sandhollow (who does that??)  somehow he is miraculously able to not only keep his eyes opened, but function as a human being!  Amazing.  I'm not joking around folks.  Last night Taylor and two of his buddies from work left around 7:30 and then didn't even come home afterwards, just went straight to work at 6 am.  It's now about noon and I've talked to him a few times.  Last time he said he felt like he was in a cloud...so he either really stayed up all night or is on drugs....hmmm... In case you were wondering, he said the fishing was awesome and they had a grand ol' time.  He didn't say much about the fish he had caught, just about the one that actually snapped his line and got away.  He is certain it was a monstrous fish (seeing as his line was supposed to withstand up to ten pounds) and is kicking himself that he couldn't get it in.  Oh well, he'll just have to try again next time...or not...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy number two is my sweet baby boy.  In his case crazy=adorable.  His personality is really starting to become evident and he has started to do all sorts of funny things.  One of his favorite things to do is book surfing.   Now, he LOVES books and will bring them over to me, clamber onto my lap and is totally absorbed while we're reading.  But he is a creative kid and his other favorite thing to do with books is to put two books on the floor, stick one hand on each book and slide them all over the house...book surfing.  The next thing he does has started just recently.  When ever I say "UP!"  he throws both his hands over his head and stretches them as high as he can and then drops them when i say "down."  It's so funny to see his chubby little arms framing his little face with this giant grin and giggle.  Sometimes he'll just randomly throw his arms up and then wait for me to follow suit and say "up."  It's like he's testing me or something.  He proved to be very observant the other day.  I was singing twinkle twinkle little star in a goofy voice trying to get him to hold still during a diaper change (harder than you might think). When I sang the line "up above the world so high" he apparently recognized the word up because all of a sudden he tossed one little arm above his head (just one this time, he had a block in the other hand...) and looked pleased as punch.  I love this little man.  Oh yes, and he now officially claps!!  Love this too.  I haven't snapped a picture of the book surfing or his little arms in the air, but will keep the camera close today and will post them later.  Thanks for letting me brag about how adorable my kid is.... (and how crazy my husband is)  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-9125650322523955097?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9125650322523955097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/9125650322523955097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/9125650322523955097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazies.html' title='Crazies'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-6377287378995532161</id><published>2011-08-03T12:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:56:24.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, my name is Davin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;I love fish&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEIZSsgmcEg/TjmXFzVjk6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/8XzWQ1_81uU/s1600/CIMG0692.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEIZSsgmcEg/TjmXFzVjk6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/8XzWQ1_81uU/s320/CIMG0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636702534566646690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;I am adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOH-XiE_Ao/TjmXFbRnc-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/wd7lRgCSeoA/s1600/CIMG0695.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOH-XiE_Ao/TjmXFbRnc-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/wd7lRgCSeoA/s320/CIMG0695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636702528107672546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   I love to take naps with dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AU1encCTuHs/TjmXFDC6s5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/al6ml5qouGg/s1600/CIMG0699.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AU1encCTuHs/TjmXFDC6s5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/al6ml5qouGg/s320/CIMG0699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636702521603568530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;I am a chicken&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKIwvBF-wbQ/TjmXEvdeI0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JNomijHmJNY/s1600/CIMG0718.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKIwvBF-wbQ/TjmXEvdeI0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JNomijHmJNY/s320/CIMG0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636702516346233666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I love Sesame Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgMui9ikyE8/TjmUVfjyj-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/z1dPToGopIg/s1600/CIMG0736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgMui9ikyE8/TjmUVfjyj-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/z1dPToGopIg/s320/CIMG0736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636699505600663522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;  I like to eat rocks in the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--GOFqmkivoI/TjmUVG5BuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9-mvJxtXR-I/s1600/CIMG0729.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--GOFqmkivoI/TjmUVG5BuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9-mvJxtXR-I/s320/CIMG0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636699498978851122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;        I love camping and sleeping in hammocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQrj2xvHklo/TjmUU91IUMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mD2mE30ors0/s1600/CIMG0743.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQrj2xvHklo/TjmUU91IUMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mD2mE30ors0/s320/CIMG0743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636699496546586818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I love "helping" with the laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpQwrWJ044/TjmUUgu5XaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D4Jr8cwKSsI/s1600/CIMG0751.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpQwrWJ044/TjmUUgu5XaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D4Jr8cwKSsI/s320/CIMG0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636699488735813026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I love helping with the plumbing &lt;div&gt;       (he was quickly rescued from this situation, I'm trying to remember to keep the door shut) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34TZxHv2IM8/TjmUUbWne4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3exs8tVdrPA/s1600/CIMG0753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34TZxHv2IM8/TjmUUbWne4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3exs8tVdrPA/s320/CIMG0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636699487291800450" /&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/8556145042548429352-6377287378995532161?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6377287378995532161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6377287378995532161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6377287378995532161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEIZSsgmcEg/TjmXFzVjk6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/8XzWQ1_81uU/s72-c/CIMG0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1618924688337824311</id><published>2011-07-17T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:08:54.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Future Reference</title><content type='html'>Years from now when Davin is a big tough teenager I will show this to him to humble him a bit...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things Davin's scared of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balloons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair dryers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loud Clapping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bathtub&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jukeboxes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-1618924688337824311?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1618924688337824311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-future-reference.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1618924688337824311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1618924688337824311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-future-reference.html' title='For Future Reference'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-5995090212602655861</id><published>2011-06-30T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:58:14.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up and up and up</title><content type='html'>Davin is now 8 months old! Holy crap.  Somehow I thought that my kid would be the only one in the world that would never actually, you know...grow up.  How is it that I was wrong? Such is life I guess.  But really, I love that he's growing up, it's so much fun.  Here are some things about our little guy that make me smile (or drive me crazy depending on the day...) &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is crawling like a maniac!  I love the permanent red marks on his knees as evidence of this newly acquire skill. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His favorite toy is a small plastic ball with a picture of a panda on it.  He will crawl all over the house just purposely pushing it out of his reach and then hurrying after it in order to simply push it out of his reach again...so entertaining. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He pulls himself up on everything.  The worst is when he tries to pull himself up on me using only my hair..no fun.  He's getting much steadier on his feet and has even let go for a few short seconds at a time before grabbing on again or falling down.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of his favorite games is the "I'm gonna get you" game.  We will put him on our bed and immediately he starts to giggle and tries to crawl away from us before we can tickle his little tummy or neck.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He recently decided that he no longer likes to sit still during diaper changes...sigh..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has started pointing at everything!  It's so stinking adorable how he'll point at something then look at me as if asking for an explanation of what that interesting, yet foreign, object could be.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could be the maddest baby ever and we will plop him on our lap and pull out a book and suddenly he's happy as could be.  He is able to point out balls in all his books and will actually just point to anything shaped remotely like a circle. I'm pretty sure he's gonna be a jock.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His other favorite past time is holding on to our fingers and just walking, walking, walking all over.  He will also kick his toy balls and chase after them for as long as we have the patience or the back strength.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could continue...but how many of you actually read all of those anyways, eh?  And yeah, I am gonna be dumb and not even add any pictures right now...just trust me, he's the cutest baby in the world.  :)  If you're super nice to me I might add some...soonish...&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/8556145042548429352-5995090212602655861?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5995090212602655861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/growing-up-and-up-and-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5995090212602655861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5995090212602655861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/growing-up-and-up-and-up.html' title='Growing up and up and up'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-895369902548851777</id><published>2011-05-25T15:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:06:40.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, a few mentionable things have happened this month... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor took his OAT and did a fabulous job! Davin and I were very proud and are ecstatic that the rest of the summer promises to be STUDY FREE!!  He will be getting his application ready this summer to be submitted in July and hopefully we will be hearing back from schools this fall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Davin is promising to be as nerdy as his father.  Consider this picture as evidence.  Really though, is not this picture the most adorable thing ever?? I think he looks like chicken little...only in boy from, not chicken form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56Mzu4BHXag/Td13BSRiyJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iTf8Zb_NEjI/s1600/CIMG0560.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56Mzu4BHXag/Td13BSRiyJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iTf8Zb_NEjI/s320/CIMG0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610771574742501522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have taken advantage of Taylor being done with studying and have been going outside to do fun things (when it's not snowing or raining of course.  Both of which we have had in the past week.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Davin's first time fishing!  He made his dad proud.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVA3xwl8tTc/Td13A9eRlAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xYkIN7co7Go/s1600/CIMG0562.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVA3xwl8tTc/Td13A9eRlAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xYkIN7co7Go/s1600/CIMG0562.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVA3xwl8tTc/Td13A9eRlAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xYkIN7co7Go/s320/CIMG0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610771569158755330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Davin has to wear a bib all the time now because he's super drooly and had a horrible rash on his neck that wouldn't go away because it was always wet with drool.  (gross!)  Good thing he can pull off the bib look.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbJfOs67T2A/Td12AfiF-nI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z6-Am4HJnSs/s1600/CIMG0567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbJfOs67T2A/Td12AfiF-nI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z6-Am4HJnSs/s320/CIMG0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610770461610080882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just soakin up some sun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuknxBayzxA/Td11_y4h23I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ygsr9I_d-8w/s1600/CIMG0569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuknxBayzxA/Td11_y4h23I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ygsr9I_d-8w/s320/CIMG0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610770449624587122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We babysat for some friends.  Meet Kiley.  She is 10 months and is super cute!  I was reminded that it's ok that Davin doesn't crawl yet.  Life is much easier when those darn kids stay put in one spot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it look like we could totally handle twins??  Ok, maybe not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rROujvOsFCo/Td11_j0YBRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1asSnkojLb8/s1600/CIMG0574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rROujvOsFCo/Td11_j0YBRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1asSnkojLb8/s320/CIMG0574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610770445580633362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is before they started beating each other up.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pLpS_CV_UA/Td11-8mDTOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hzoWwJ8EqWo/s1600/CIMG0575.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pLpS_CV_UA/Td11-8mDTOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hzoWwJ8EqWo/s320/CIMG0575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610770435051572450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor's parents and little brother Dylan came up from Arizona and stayed with us Monday and Tuesday night so they could take Dylan to the MTC today.  It seemed like Dylan was so ready to go and was super excited.  I'm sure he'll be a great missionary.  He is actually serving in the Salt Lake City South mission.  So, all you folks up there, if you meet an Elder Blanco in the next 2 years be super nice please, and give him a golden referral or something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Davin with his Uncle Dylan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L43i8sGURRI/Td11-uQvC4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/LUWEp9_qvwA/s1600/CIMG0588.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L43i8sGURRI/Td11-uQvC4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/LUWEp9_qvwA/s320/CIMG0588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610770431204068226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor left this morning for a 4 day fishing trip with Chad Bishoff (Kiley's Dad).  They are going to some lakes up in the Boulder Mountains.  Pretty sure Taylor was like a little kid anticipating Disneyland or something.  That man and his fishing...sigh.   :)  The good news is that my Mom and possibly my little sis Whit will be coming down to keep me company (and to watch Davin while I'm at work) on Friday and Saturday.  Davin's so excited!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be an Aunt again really soon!!  My first niece is due in June (thanks to Jared and Kelsey) and I'm so excited to me her.  Another nephew is due in August (thanks to Darren and Shaundra) and another little one is due in October (thanks to Jeff and Kathryn).  Davin is so excited to have 3 cousins within one year of his age. What a lucky duck!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least...I feel a little bad to admit this, but I am sooooo relieved that the breaking news story about Brian David Mitchell being sentenced to life in prison did not interfere with Oprah's FINAL EPISODE!!  Time to go watch.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-895369902548851777?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/895369902548851777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/895369902548851777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/895369902548851777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-things.html' title='A few things'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56Mzu4BHXag/Td13BSRiyJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iTf8Zb_NEjI/s72-c/CIMG0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-5039228675897009452</id><published>2011-05-03T12:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:54:59.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had to</title><content type='html'>I just had to post something today when I realized that this post will officially make the number of posts in 2011 more than in 2009 and 2010 COMBINED! Really people, how did you survive those 2 years with so little news of my life??  (Joking of course, I'm not really that big-headed) Also, I posted 4 times in April, which was almost equivalent to the 5 times that I posted in all of 2010.  I guess kids will do that to you.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm racking my brain for something to tell you... um... this morning I painted my toenails (one word or two???) bright blue.  Seriously folks, not just kinda blue, but &lt;b&gt;BRIGHT &lt;/b&gt;blue.   It's very springish, but actually make my feet look cold, kinda like if you had blue lips, ya know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went and bought a new fish, a beta this time.  He's kind of weird, and will sometimes just go sit on top of the rocks at the bottom of the tank.  Is that a bad sign? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, Davin has started waking up earlier, usually around 7.  If you know me well you may know that I am NOT a morning person! And for that reason find this a difficult adjustment to make.  I'm hoping this is just a phase and that he will soon go back to sleeping till 8 or 9 like he used to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, Taylor has 1 final down and 1 to go!  And then of course his OAT (optometry admission test) in a couple weeks and then it is time for summer and parties and warmth and mini vacations and picnics and parks and just overall goodness.  Yay summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-5039228675897009452?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5039228675897009452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-had-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5039228675897009452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5039228675897009452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-had-to.html' title='I just had to'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-9080755134667538864</id><published>2011-04-30T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:06:53.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>The mystery was solved...unfortunately it wasn't good news for the fish. When Taylor got home yesterday, he took one of the seashells out of the bowl and broke it open with the hammer.  Sure enough, the poor little guy was inside, good and dead.  The funny thing is I had moved the shell around and shaken it and nothing had come out, it was good and stuck.  One positive about this experience is that Davin didn't even realize we had fish which is good because now we don't have to explain death to him at such a young and fragile age...  :)  It's a good thing we've done a better job keeping our kid alive than our fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-9080755134667538864?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9080755134667538864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/mystery-solved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/9080755134667538864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/9080755134667538864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-756490796787066986</id><published>2011-04-29T10:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:50:06.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dFhXnS7V20/TbrrORmarvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/23xzswRIakA/s1600/CIMG0497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dFhXnS7V20/TbrrORmarvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/23xzswRIakA/s320/CIMG0497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601047717063864050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, your eyes do not deceive you.  That is indeed a picture of an empty fish bowl.  Up until last night we have a little fishy swimming around in there.  And then this morning a mysterious thing happened... the bowl was EMPTY!  I called Taylor at work to see if perhaps it had died and he was super proactive about flushing it down the toilet but he denies any such actions.  I checked all around the bowl and on the floor and everything to see if maybe the fish had gone kamikaze on us...no such luck.  So for now, the mystery remains...Where did our fish go???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-756490796787066986?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/756490796787066986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/mysterious.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/756490796787066986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/756490796787066986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/mysterious.html' title='Mysterious'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dFhXnS7V20/TbrrORmarvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/23xzswRIakA/s72-c/CIMG0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-775171642367442489</id><published>2011-04-26T14:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:47:01.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It runs in the family</title><content type='html'>We had Davin's 6 month doctor's appointment today.  The little man did great with everything, even his shots.  In case you might possibly be even a teensy bit interested, here are his stats... &lt;div&gt;Weight: 18 lbs. 7 oz. 64th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 28 in. 90th percentile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head Circumference: 46 cm. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;95th&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; percentile...What can I say, the kid's got brains.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-775171642367442489?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/775171642367442489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-runs-in-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/775171642367442489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/775171642367442489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-runs-in-family.html' title='It runs in the family'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-3988146639039935091</id><published>2011-04-24T18:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:48:01.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because someone might be having a bad day and needs to see pictures of the cutest boy in the world in order to cheer them up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saJLFgcRO_o/TbTIlwZjfeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pYOKSbtFEtg/s320/CIMG0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay grass!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3hfOFTW4qQ/TbTImcAlgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HZl-Bdma3cQ/s320/CIMG0459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out in St. George with aunt Whitney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoWtCAFLUvw/TbTImoTcc3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bz7cMgAzWW0/s320/CIMG0477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E7LOw1YWk68/TbTInORXE8I/AAAAAAAAAII/yVAPJhVr0TI/s1600/CIMG0489.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E7LOw1YWk68/TbTInORXE8I/AAAAAAAAAII/yVAPJhVr0TI/s320/CIMG0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599320812899734466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTEciTsa51s/TbTImxeYWbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/W9CS3QuPyw4/s1600/CIMG0486.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTEciTsa51s/TbTImxeYWbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/W9CS3QuPyw4/s320/CIMG0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599320805169715634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter! His first Easter basket, he was so excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wduRMVBXtJw/TbTOw1OqVSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zYod5W5zBvc/s320/CIMG0492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe he is already 6 months old.  My how time flies.  For posterity's sake here are some things about Davin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;His new favorite sound (much to Taylor's delight) is Da-da.  He says it over and over and sometimes even babbles something that sounds EXACTLY like "hi dad" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has discovered the delight of rolling across the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks his cousin is hilarious!  We saw them the other day and every time Kashus threw the ball in the air or jumped up and down Davin would laugh hysterically.  So cute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sits up like a champ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves touching/chewing/pulling mommy's hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We recently started giving him fruits in addition to veggies and he loves them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he gets overly excited he will sit there with his mouth wide open in a huge grin and shake his arms and legs (almost like a seizure...) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he gets tired he does this really high pitched squeal/scream thing. (not a big deal unless we're at church) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's kinda a fatty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love our little man!  &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/8556145042548429352-3988146639039935091?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3988146639039935091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3988146639039935091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3988146639039935091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saJLFgcRO_o/TbTIlwZjfeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pYOKSbtFEtg/s72-c/CIMG0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-6407305640594080345</id><published>2011-03-24T14:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:00:07.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was thinking today about how people often say something along the lines of "it's nice to play with kids for a while, but I'm always glad to give them back to their parents at the end of the day." I've said it too in my past, but now I'd rather say something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that when my baby wakes me up in the mornings and I get him out of his crib he makes me the recipient of the biggest smile known to man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that sometimes he'll just lay on my lap and put his little hands on my face and "talk" to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I am the one privileged enough to witness all of his "firsts"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I'm the one who can calm him down when he's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad every time one of his little dimples pops up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that in a crowded room his eyes follow me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I'm the one who gets wet when he splashes in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I get to hear him every time he laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that someone so perfect trusts me so entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ladies and gents, you can hold him and play with him as much as you want, but at the end of the day, he's mine (drool, poop, and all) ...and I'll take him!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJqAgiHfMIQ/TYuwMgJIRNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9FrQO-8VWe8/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJqAgiHfMIQ/TYuwMgJIRNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9FrQO-8VWe8/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587753491516376274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-6407305640594080345?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6407305640594080345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-take-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6407305640594080345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6407305640594080345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-take-him.html' title='I&apos;ll take him'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJqAgiHfMIQ/TYuwMgJIRNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9FrQO-8VWe8/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-3700969532572489168</id><published>2011-03-19T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:57:51.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I get that a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other day at work this cute little boy came through my line with his parents and the following conversation took place…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Cute little boy while holding up a short grocery list “Can you read this?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Me “Yes I can, it says bread, eggs, cereal, and bananas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I right?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Cute little boy “Yeah” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Short pause….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Cute little boy while looking at me quizzically “Are you in first grade?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, people often think I’m younger than I am.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not uncommon to see surprise on stranger’s faces when they discover that not only am I no longer in high school, but I am in fact a college graduate who is married and has a small child.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have, however, never had my age so grossly underestimated as that day by that little boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I’m not really being serious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I obviously don’t look like I’m in first grade(right?) you see, after his question I learned that he is in Kindergarten and was simply impressed with my ability to read, and therefore assumed the one thing his little mind could fathom, that I must be in first grade.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s be honest, it was adorable. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, hopefully, next time someone asks what High School I go to I’ll simply be able to smile and remember that at least they don’t think I’m a first grader.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for the laugh little boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-3700969532572489168?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3700969532572489168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-get-that-lot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3700969532572489168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3700969532572489168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-get-that-lot.html' title='I get that a lot'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-2688739753657812699</id><published>2011-03-14T10:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:19:48.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You can learn a lot in 2 years...</title><content type='html'>I'm not one for lovey dovey posts about how wonderful my husband is and how much I am head over hills in love with him and fall more in love with him each day and how he is the greatest/sweetest/silliest/funniest/sexiest/nicest/generousest/kindest/caringest/goodest/&lt;div&gt;amazingest/brilliantest/cutest/charmingest/lovablest man in the world.  I'm just not.  Instead, because it is after all our 2 year anniversary, I've decided to dedicate a post to all his silly quirks that make him him and (most of the time) make me laugh.   &lt;div&gt;1) How he brushes his teeth with hot water...who does that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) How he never knows the correct lyrics to songs.  Lets be honest, this one is sometimes hilarious.  For instance "I went to the danger zone, danger zone" (he was so shocked when he discovered it was actually "Highway to the danger zone.")  When he doesn't know the words he usually creates his own.  Funny yes, however our kids will be the confused ones in preschool wondering why their daddy told them the itsy bitsy spider actually never made it back to the water spout because he was crushed to death on the sidewalk.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) How he has a unibrow (gasp!) but keeps it well groomed by plucking it... with his pliers.  That's right, he's too much of a manly man to pluck with tweezers.  Who knew that pliers were so versatile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) How he hits a certain time at night and somehow can't, for the life of him, manage to stay awake.   We're talking falling asleep mid sentence and not remembering entire conversations that we have had.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) How he sees a lake/river/stream/pond/puddle and immediately thinks only one thing..."I wonder if there's fish in there?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) How he is an atrocious speller!!  This one makes me laugh all the time.  He might not appreciate the following story, but hey, he never reads the blog anyways... The first time I learned about his spelling issues was when we were dating and I happened to see a grocery list he had written up.  It took me a minute to realize he was needing to buy tortillas because I just didn't recognize the word "torteas".  Bahahahaha.  (Don't judge him, he tries)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) How he consistently uses the word "vehicle" when referring to all cars in general, and corrects me if I call a truck/van/suv/ a "car".  Does that make sense? For instance, he wouldn't say "Look at all those cars on the freeway." But would instead say "Look at all those vehicles on the freeway."   Along the same lines, he won't say "picture", but instead says "photo". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) How he thinks chips and salsa are their own food group on the pyramid... or at least that they should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok, I've been thinking that he probably deserves some of his good qualities that I love to be pointed out, so here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) How he cooks dinner 80% of the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) How I go to work 3 days a week and he stays home and plays "Mr. Mom" and does a great job. (I never worry.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) How he doesn't make fun of me or get annoyed when I waste time facebook/blog stalking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) How he acts at least somewhat interested when I tell him what happened on The Bachelor every week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) How he doesn't get mad when I correct his spelling. (and laugh at him in the process.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) How he is extremely dedicated to school and works so hard to do his best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) How he doesn't get angry or frustrated with me even when I'm being completely unreasonable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) How he folds 90% of the laundry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) How he loves his baby so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2 years Love!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-2688739753657812699?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2688739753657812699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-can-learn-lot-in-2-years.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/2688739753657812699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/2688739753657812699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-can-learn-lot-in-2-years.html' title='You can learn a lot in 2 years...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1731537543250225141</id><published>2011-02-19T21:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:34:53.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby needs your help...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARBk-b5Wa1o/TWCu2UDVHbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wp7ZkUohiAQ/s320/CIMG0200.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575648586803518898" /&gt;Why, may you ask, is Davin sad? Because he wants a cousin! My brother Jeff and his wife Kathryn are trying to adopt a baby, and we are all freakin excited for them. So, if you know anyone considering adoption have them check out their adoption blog at        &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathrynandjeffadoption.blogspot.com/"&gt;kathrynandjeffadoption.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really though, a large percentage of adoptions come through networking, so spread the word because you may never know, but your neighbor's brother's coworker's aunt's best friend's sister just may be thinking of adoption at this very moment!! Our whole family would be so grateful. Thanks so much, and remember, with your help in finding Davin a new cousin we could turn the above sad baby into this happy baby....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI2Sc_F6b58/TWC0ZYcxTQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VhhgyDSdDwE/s1600/CIMG0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI2Sc_F6b58/TWC0ZYcxTQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VhhgyDSdDwE/s1600/CIMG0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI2Sc_F6b58/TWC0ZYcxTQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VhhgyDSdDwE/s320/CIMG0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575654686837525762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-1731537543250225141?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1731537543250225141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-baby-needs-your-help.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1731537543250225141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1731537543250225141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-baby-needs-your-help.html' title='My baby needs your help...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARBk-b5Wa1o/TWCu2UDVHbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wp7ZkUohiAQ/s72-c/CIMG0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-4018708264197485162</id><published>2011-02-13T16:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:53:57.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've been setting world records at our house lately. It began when I walked into Davin's room this morning. Upon entering I immediately smelled the ominous aroma of poop. Never a good sign. After carefully picking him up and a quick inspection, I saw the culprit. Poop...all the way up his back. Now this is not uncommon, and was not the inspiration for this post. The breaking point, and the thing that showed me that I still have good gag reflexes, was when I picked the diaper up to throw it away and it started DRIPPING OUT!! Nasty nasty nasty is all I can say. All over my hands, very smelly, and Davin's new record for worst poopy diaper. Good thing he can smile like this to make me forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toPO_jQj3-0/TVhuvjnc4fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AZx6GuNhwLA/s1600/CIMG0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toPO_jQj3-0/TVhuvjnc4fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AZx6GuNhwLA/s320/CIMG0244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573326302164607474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-4018708264197485162?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4018708264197485162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-records.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4018708264197485162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4018708264197485162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-records.html' title='World Records'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toPO_jQj3-0/TVhuvjnc4fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AZx6GuNhwLA/s72-c/CIMG0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-5844953846114118077</id><published>2011-02-12T23:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:35:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is much more exciting now</title><content type='html'>Guess who learned to roll over today?!?!  Yup that's right, I was so proud of Taylor.... :)  Ok ok, it was Davin!!  Funny how something that simple is so thrilling, right?  Once he did it the first time he took right to it and didn't stay longer than 2 minutes on his tummy.  So proud of my munchkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-5844953846114118077?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5844953846114118077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-much-more-exciting-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5844953846114118077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/5844953846114118077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-much-more-exciting-now.html' title='Life is much more exciting now'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-6225578901845741521</id><published>2011-01-16T16:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:49:35.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I've still got it</title><content type='html'>So I started working again this last week, which depending on the moment is either good or bad, I haven't quite decided yet.  I guess in all reality it's really not so bad.  Taylor gets to be home with Davin while I'm at work so he's in good hands and they get a lot of male bonding time in.  But that is not the point of this post!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is one of those stories that reminds you that awkwardness truly is awesomeness.  So I was at work yesterday just chugging along in my checkstand when this guy, most likely an SUU student, comes through my line.  He made small talk and I didn't think much of it although it did seem like he was trying to flirt and the thought crossed my mind that perhaps I should flash my wedding ring at him.  But he was gone as soon as he had arrived and that was that...or so I thought.  A few minutes later he walks back in the door, assertively walks back up to my checkstand, and begins this lovely little spiel....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy--"So I just know that if I didn't come back in and say this I would regret it..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head--"What the?!?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy--"So I was just wondering if sometime when you weren't busy if you would want to..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head--"Oh my...seriously?  What the crap am I supposed to do here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy--"..go to a movie or something with me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mouth-- (while pointing at my ring and rather hastily bursting out) "Um, I'm married" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy--"Oh, I guess I should have checked that....ok bye." (And then rather hastily running out the door.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you could understand the awkwardness that I felt at that moment.  And yes, those that know me know that my face had turned a lovely shade of red.  But at least it gave me and my fellow employees a good laugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to all you singles out there let this be a lesson to you....Always, ALWAYS, do a ring check!&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/8556145042548429352-6225578901845741521?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6225578901845741521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/apparently-ive-still-got-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6225578901845741521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6225578901845741521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/apparently-ive-still-got-it.html' title='Apparently I&apos;ve still got it'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1788134257846703716</id><published>2011-01-12T21:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:14:25.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello dear blog, it's been a while. There are a few things I think you should know...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I had a baby! Davin Wade Blanco was born Oct. 19th at 3:18 pm and weighed in at 8 lbs 12 oz. and was 21 in. long. Long story short, I was induced, was in labor for 12 hours, an hour and a half of which consisted of intense pushing, when Davin wouldn't budge I went in for an emergency c-section and just a few minutes later our little guy was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We've been to Arizona for Thanksgiving and Salt Lake for Christmas. Davin is an excellent traveler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We're back in Cedar now, Taylor has started another semester of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Davin is growing like crazy! A few of his favorite things include drooling, pooping, and luckily for me...sleeping!!!! He is so so good at night. It is very rare for him to wake up at all during the night now and is not unusual for him to go a straight 9-10 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He is in the stage where he loves to talk. He will just stare up at us and make the cutest noises and when we make them back I swear he thinks we're communicating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He hates laying on his tummy, and because of that he is super close to rolling over. He tries so hard but those darn arms get in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Basically, we love our little guy. It's strange how we seem to be falling more and more in love with him. He is a bundle of fun, and it's weird to think that 3 months ago he wasn't in our lives (unless you count his being in my tummy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I'm so awful at this blogging thing. Here are a couple of cute pictures, please forgive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            These loaded in reverse... So this is just a recent sleeping picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6IAe-NQDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KQ9Jb0WkYS8/s1600/CIMG0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6IAe-NQDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KQ9Jb0WkYS8/s320/CIMG0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561532131744497714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               On his blessing day.  Poor kid was probably not comfy in this outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6IAMNos2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9BIzRu-bHCM/s1600/CIMG0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6IAMNos2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9BIzRu-bHCM/s320/CIMG0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561532126708937570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    He loves to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6H_h5sVyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/h_bCwgkF9Cs/s1600/CIMG0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6H_h5sVyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/h_bCwgkF9Cs/s320/CIMG0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561532115351000866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Halloween and my two mexicans in their ponchos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6H_hzrboI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Z2z_1s9OEg/s1600/CIMG0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6H_hzrboI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Z2z_1s9OEg/s320/CIMG0813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561532115325775490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              In the hospital, brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6H_IZ8LaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pS2R4hSsakw/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6H_IZ8LaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pS2R4hSsakw/s320/058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561532108506934690" /&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/8556145042548429352-1788134257846703716?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1788134257846703716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-dear-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1788134257846703716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1788134257846703716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-dear-blog.html' title='Hello Dear Blog'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6IAe-NQDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KQ9Jb0WkYS8/s72-c/CIMG0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-7190100961306131362</id><published>2010-09-22T19:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:11:08.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gosh....</title><content type='html'>I can't say for certain, but I'm desperately hoping that it's just the "pregnancy emotions" getting the best of me...otherwise I would have to admit that the season premiere of The Biggest Loser made me teary eyed....like 7 times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-7190100961306131362?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7190100961306131362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-gosh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7190100961306131362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7190100961306131362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-gosh.html' title='Oh gosh....'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-507577663891071848</id><published>2010-09-05T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:02:55.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life...</title><content type='html'>A day in the life of me...that's right, because my life is that exciting. The following is my Sunday (well so far)&lt;br /&gt;-Wake up&lt;br /&gt;-Eat Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;-Get Ready&lt;br /&gt;-Go to church (5 mins late as usual...what will I do when I have to get a baby ready too??)&lt;br /&gt;-Come home&lt;br /&gt;-Eat lunch (Cafe Rio leftovers! yum)&lt;br /&gt;-Lay down for a SHORT nap&lt;br /&gt;-Wake up FOUR AND A HALF HOURS later! &lt;br /&gt;Four and a half hours are you kidding me??  Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I woke up at 6 this morning and COULD NOT fall back asleep.  Or the fact that this baby is sucking up every ounce of my energy.  Hmmm, could be, but four and a half hours??  Really?  Maybe this is why I don't take a lot of naps, they would consume my life.  I told Taylor that I only slept for 2 hours, and the rest of the time it was the baby's nap...that's logical, right?  *Side note: Baby (who is still nameless by the way)  will be here in 5 weeks! *  While it seems crazy that I was able to sleep for so long, I won't lie to you, it felt so good!  Oh Sunday afternoon naps, how I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-507577663891071848?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/507577663891071848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/507577663891071848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/507577663891071848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-3666228532042858151</id><published>2010-08-25T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:23:29.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession....</title><content type='html'>As the title of the post may have implied, I have a confession to make...I am addicted to spider solitaire.  It's true, if there were a spider solitaire anonymous group well then Taylor would probably make me go.  (I think he's secretly annoyed with this new habit of mine, but is too nice to complain or say anything about it)  There's just something about those fireworks going off when you win...ahhh satisfaction.  Don't judge me though, turns out it's not a complete waste of time.  I recently happened across an article online on ways to keep your brain from going mushy...the picture that accompanied the article...someone playing spider solitaire!!!  (second confession...I didn't even read the article, the picture confirmed all I needed to know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but I often go through phases of game addictions.  These phases vary in length and intensity, but always involve quite a bit of wasted time.  Just for fun, lets reminisce...&lt;br /&gt;1) Minesweeper- Nothing better than seeing that little face turn into a smile! &lt;br /&gt;2) Text Twist- Carly, I always think of you! &lt;br /&gt;3) Yahtzee- "Aspire higher, go for the yahtzee!"&lt;br /&gt;4) Farckle- "I'll farckle that"&lt;br /&gt;5) Power Scrabble-I am the master!! &lt;br /&gt;6) Rummikub - Taylor always wins, but I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;7) California Speed- You can challenge me if you want, but I will destroy you!  :) &lt;br /&gt;8) Sequence- "da dun duh dun dun dun dun" (The noise taylor makes when he gets a sequence)&lt;br /&gt;9) Mexican Train - choo choo!  Nothing like a mexican train. &lt;br /&gt;And going way way back...&lt;br /&gt;10) Monopoly Junior!- Liz is the only other person who would understand this one...good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to reminisce!  Now if you will excuse me, I must a) eat some tums and b) play a game (or ten) of spider solitaire..I crave it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-3666228532042858151?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3666228532042858151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/08/confession.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3666228532042858151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3666228532042858151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/08/confession.html' title='Confession....'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-3377859625684517344</id><published>2010-07-31T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:32:04.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of two girls I know...</title><content type='html'>This post is purely for the sanity of two certain friends of mine...you know who you are!  Just wanted to update the blog so that your day was a little bit brighter.  And to increase that brightness, here is your new joke for the day....  How do you know if a moth is a boy or girl???  Just check for the moth balls!  Hahaha.  (Sorry if anyone finds this inappropriate)  Have a lovely day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-3377859625684517344?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3377859625684517344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-honor-of-two-girls-i-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3377859625684517344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/3377859625684517344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-honor-of-two-girls-i-know.html' title='In honor of two girls I know...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-1438152676863270516</id><published>2010-06-25T21:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:39:19.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 things you must know about the past 6 months...</title><content type='html'>1. A child began taking form in my belly.  That's right, I am indeed pregnant with a baby boy who is due  Oct. 12th.  No, we haven't picked a name, nor are we close to a decision...any suggestions??  (Seriously...help us.)                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our little fart at 18 weeks when we found out he was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;19 weeks in this picture.  Just the beginnings of a baby belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TCWCKPg6_BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fD-YyadGnk8/s1600/Image13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TCWCKPg6_BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fD-YyadGnk8/s320/Image13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486934833495735314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TCWDAlAOwNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5mRiep3Dr_4/s1600/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TCWDAlAOwNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5mRiep3Dr_4/s320/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486935766977134802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We celebrated our 1 year anniversary.  Now on to the next million...&lt;br /&gt;3.We moved...about 100 feet away from our old house.  Except now instead of a one bedroom basement apartment, we are in a 2 bedroom 2nd story apartment...woohoo for moving up in the world.&lt;br /&gt;4. Taylor and I both got pulled over for the first time ever, about a month apart from each other.  The unfortunate thing...I was first, which means Taylor won that bet...ah nuts.  (No tickets though...thank goodness.)&lt;br /&gt;5. We spent a fabulous week in Oceanside California with Taylor's family.  The week included Sea World, San Diego Zoo, and beach time.  It was a much needed break and we loved hanging out with the Blanco crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, typical Blancos.  23 weeks pregnant in this picture... My what a difference 4 weeks makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TCWDg2FO5jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tTGheZ-JGl8/s1600/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TCWDg2FO5jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tTGheZ-JGl8/s320/233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486936321317332530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I updated my blog!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-1438152676863270516?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1438152676863270516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/06/6-things-you-must-know-about-past-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1438152676863270516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/1438152676863270516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/06/6-things-you-must-know-about-past-6.html' title='6 things you must know about the past 6 months...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TCWCKPg6_BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fD-YyadGnk8/s72-c/Image13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-953965569011132290</id><published>2009-12-15T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:11:57.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH!</title><content type='html'>I suck at blogging.... :)  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-953965569011132290?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/953965569011132290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/12/news-flash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/953965569011132290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/953965569011132290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/12/news-flash.html' title='NEWS FLASH!'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-6501527846193796878</id><published>2009-09-24T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:29:38.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless...</title><content type='html'>Getting caught up on summer events/pictures is now a hopeless cause.  (Heck it's almost October) Therefore, I am putting the past behind me and moving forward into the unknown.  First, I have to mention my method of picking my really random blog backgrounds.  You see, I have always been quite an indecisive soul, picking one background out of the millions is an almost impossible task.  Well, on the web page there are different pages of backgrounds that are numbered, I always ask Taylor to pick a number, and I then am forced to choose a background from that page.  So far I have gotten relatively lucky, and had some normal, even cute, backgrounds to choose from.  But if in the future you wonder about my tastes, just know that I did my best with what I had to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still good in Cedar.  It involves, school, play, and a lot of work!!  I'm really excited because this weekend we are driving to California for a family reunion on Taylor's side.  Lots of these people I've never even met.  It'll be fabulous to meet them, and to just spend time with all the Blancos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing....  Yesterday I was watching Jeopardy on my work break when a miracle occurred...   I actually knew the answer to the final Jeopardy question and none of the contestants did!!  This was the question (or at least the gist of it.)  Subject: Word Origins&lt;br /&gt;                               This word, meaning to be unfaithful, was derived from a bird who&lt;br /&gt;                               would commonly leave its eggs in a different nest to be raised. &lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you know the answer.  And to be honest, I just knew the word, not the bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one last thing for real this time, on Tuesday I chopped 7 inches of my  hair off!  I've never ever had short hair in my entire life, it's quite a change, but so far I really like it.  I'll post a picture when I actually take one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-6501527846193796878?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6501527846193796878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/hopeless.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6501527846193796878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6501527846193796878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-2834516099481397643</id><published>2009-08-09T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:55:10.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A blogger once more...</title><content type='html'>We have recently acquired a new addition to the family, his name is HP and he is our laptop!  It's interesting, after going to college for so many years, I finally have a computer I can use without asking or without having to walk across campus, it is lovely!  Because of this new addition I hope to become a more faithful blogger, although I can make no guarantees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened in the last few months, catching up doesn't seem like much of a possibility but here is the quick attempt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing Taylor and I did this summer was go on our official honeymoon, our cruise to Mexico!  It was fabulous!  We spent 7 nights on the biggest cruise ship in the pacific, eating whatever we wanted, sleeping as late as we could, and having a grand ol' time in Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlan, and Puerto Vallarta.  By far the most beautiful of the 3 and the one we would definitely recommend is Puerto Vallarta, it was gorgeous!  We got to go on a canopy zip line tour through the jungle, the longest zip line was over 1600 meters and was crazy fun.  In Cabo we did a little boat tour and some snorkeling.  While we were snorkeling our guide dove suddenly into the water and then came up with a puffer fish in his hands (of course if was puffed up at the time, how could you not feel threatened after being man handled like that) he simply said "here" and pushed it into Taylor's hands, all I could do was really poke at it.  All in all, an interesting experience.  I could go on forever, but won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled back into the LA port on Sunday, and spent Sunday and Monday with my brother Jeff and his wife Kathryn who live there in LA.  It was really fun to see them.  Of course, we got 2 good games of settlers in while we were there...fabulous.  On Monday night my parents and all my younger siblings, except for andrew of course, arrived at Jeff and kathryns for the beginning of their week long Cali trip.  So basically, we had 10 people sleeping in their one bedroom apartment that night.  My little brother Tim slept on the floor in the kitchen, which made it difficult the next morning when we all wanted breakfast and he was still asleep.  Good times, I love my fam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I love my husband, he felt left out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-2834516099481397643?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2834516099481397643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-once-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/2834516099481397643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/2834516099481397643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-once-more.html' title='A blogger once more...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-4266887153250790945</id><published>2009-03-23T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:09:57.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>Taylor and I have officially been married for 9 days!  Wow.  I'm not gonna post too many details, but it was a fantastic day!  The only two glitches I can think of was 1) I forgot to take my wedding shoes to the temple and 2) I forgot to take my temple recommend into the temple.  (No worries, it was in the car.)  It was so fun to see all our family and friends.  Our wedding reception that night was so fun, and I've never seen dance moves quite like those that were displayed that evening.  We also had an open house in Arizona that was beautiful!  Kudos to our parents for pulling everything off!  Love you!  I know I'm cutting a lot out, but I don't want to bore you.  Long story short, today was our first day back in the real world... arg.  It began with my alarm going off at 5 am because I had to be to work at 6, what a shocker to bring us back into reality.  Although, once I think about it, reality is gonna be pretty awesome!  After all, I'm married to a very patient, loving, kind, crazy fun and not to mention, handsome guy...eternity is gonna be good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-4266887153250790945?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4266887153250790945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4266887153250790945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/4266887153250790945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-days-and-counting.html' title='9 days and counting...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-7805152684779163405</id><published>2009-02-11T21:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:19:43.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy weekend + new apartment!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was the crazy weekend of all crazy weekends!  Long story short...dress, tux, flowers, cake, random wedding shopping, and two fabulous showers! With all the wedding stuff we did, you'd think we'd be done with wedding stuff...we're not!  After two short days of being in Salt Lake, Taylor and I returned to Cedar and a new empty apartment!  Wahoooo!  We decided that I would be the one to move in, so I'm currently living alone for the next month which has NEVER happened and I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. It'll take some getting used to.  (especially since the only piece of furniture right now is an air mattress...does that count at furniture?)  The apartment if wonderful, even though it's definitely not glamorous.  It's quite small, but thanks to an incredible storage closet I think we will survive.  It's literally across the street from campus which we love, we also love the price, it's rockin.  If I were to complain about one thing it would be the bathroom.  It's itty bitty!  Zero counter space and zero cupboard space...what's a girl to do???  I spent several hours today trying to organize as best I could, so far it's lookin pretty good, but still lacking in furniture of course.   I currently have no pictures, but wait patiently and one day I just might post some..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-7805152684779163405?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7805152684779163405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-weekend-new-apartment.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7805152684779163405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/7805152684779163405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-weekend-new-apartment.html' title='busy weekend + new apartment!'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-6354123453517806724</id><published>2009-01-31T15:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:28:33.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I know this is my second post in a day, and I feel slightly silly about that but I've figured out blogging and I just had to celebrate!!!  Thanks to a little help from my dear friend Liz, I figured out all the good stuff...(please take time to notice my adorable background...)  So anyways, now that I've got all that under my belt it's time to get into the blogging.  I guess I'll start with the fact that I'm engaged!  His name is Taylor Blanco and he is from Arizona.  We've been engaged since November 1st, and we're getting married March 14th.  For those of you who don't want to do the math on that one, that's a 4 and a half month engagement.  Ya know, 4 and half months doesn't seem like a long time, and the first 2 months sped by like nothing, but now they are DRAGGING!!  What's really starting to bug me is all the people I know who got engaged after us and are getting married before us... what's the deal with that?  Really I'm not as bitter as I sound, I promise.  In fact, I think our wedding date is awesome, not only will we have the entire week of spring break before school starts again, but, for all you math nerds out there, march 14th also happens to be national pi day!  For some reason that makes me really happy.  Wedding plans are in full swing and one of my biggest fears is that on the day of my wedding I will suddenly remember some very important thing I was supposed to do...oh well, I don't think I will care when the day comes.  Well, I've spend entirely too much time online today figuring out this blogging deal, so that's it for now.  I know you'll probably be on pins and needles until next time, but I guess you'll just have to deal with that. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-6354123453517806724?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6354123453517806724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-know-this-is-my-second-post-in-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6354123453517806724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/6354123453517806724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-know-this-is-my-second-post-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556145042548429352.post-8594835288895514511</id><published>2009-01-31T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:09:30.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the blogging world...</title><content type='html'>As if facebook wasn't already a big enough waste of time, I decided to start a blog.  I think my problem is that it's the first saturday in a long time that I haven't worked and I have absolutely nothing to do!  I was planning on sleeping in nice and long when Taylor (my fiance, he will be mentioned more later) called and woke me up!  Don't worry, it was a necessary phone call, but I just couldn't go back to sleep.  (Side note, I can never remember how to spell the word necessary, is it two c's or to s's???  So I had to look it up in the dictionary, and alas, I had it right the first time.) So this is what it comes down to, I'm really excited to start this blog and to live the exciting life of a blogger.  So far, I'm not sure how to do anything... We'll see how this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556145042548429352-8594835288895514511?l=michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8594835288895514511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-blogging-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/8594835288895514511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556145042548429352/posts/default/8594835288895514511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandtaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-blogging-world.html' title='welcome to the blogging world...'/><author><name>michtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884612257513563486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ4axzCYwzs/TS6CFiooLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VroPg_gg-BU/S220/CIMG0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
