<?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-4812459429693096564</id><updated>2011-10-01T08:45:46.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of Tomorrow</title><subtitle type='html'>Having a place to go is home.
Having someone to love is family.
Having both is a blessing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1301270628776686447</id><published>2010-05-23T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:12:11.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRf3kA5jI/AAAAAAAAAlM/idmLJZFBeec/s1600/DSCN1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474637167466702386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRf3kA5jI/AAAAAAAAAlM/idmLJZFBeec/s320/DSCN1661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRfW4TOxI/AAAAAAAAAlE/r1nvRww-b10/s1600/DSCN1660.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRewW8OBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/QN3BIzK-IDM/s1600/DSCN1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474637148352952338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRewW8OBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/QN3BIzK-IDM/s320/DSCN1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRel8rcAI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BQ6O027iH1g/s1600/DSCN1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474637145558446082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRel8rcAI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BQ6O027iH1g/s320/DSCN1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nReMLslKI/AAAAAAAAAks/JFlTkupaUO4/s1600/DSCN1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474637138642113698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nReMLslKI/AAAAAAAAAks/JFlTkupaUO4/s320/DSCN1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, May 23, 2010, will live forever as one of the greatest days in my life because I got to see President Thomas S. Monson! The moment I saw him, I could feel the Holy Spirit witness to me that this is indeed the Lord’s Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Chris was one of the Captains of Ten at the Temple Cultural Celebration. I wasn’t able to go on Friday night because it was adult education graduation, so Chris sort of snuck me on the field to watch the performance. Then, Chris decided to talk to a man in town that he really looks up to, Mike McEuen, who also happens to be one of the security people for this wonderful weekend. Brother McEuen was nice enough to allow Chris and I to stand just behind him while the Prophet drove up to the events in a golf cart. Even when I could see him from a distance, words cannot convey my excitement. He was interviewing with a TV station, and just to see his face was absolutely amazing. All I could think is, “This is the Lord’s Prophet. I am looking at the Lord’s Prophet!”&lt;br /&gt;Elder Jeffery R. Holland was the first to drive by and I remembered to wave. Then it was President Monson’s turn. When he drove by, he was probably 10 feet from us singing a Spanish song, smiling, and waving. Did I wave? Nope, I was star stuck. I just stood there with smiling and staring. After he passed by, Elder Henry B. Eyring came by. I was also in awe of both of the apostles. They are so happy and their countenance confirms their positions in the church.&lt;br /&gt;President Monson went ahead and went on to the field. I couldn’t make him out amongst the crowd, but I was so happy that I wasn’t worried about it. Everything I could imagine had come to pass plus so much more. He spoke to the audience about a time when he was in grade school and he had gotten in trouble for talking too much in class. The teacher had made him write 75 times, “I will not talk in class.” He found himself in there with his Mexican friend named Lewis. Lewis was there to write, “I will not be late.” President Monson went on to talk about how they were in there for about 10 minutes when a car pulled up outside and honked. Lewis got up and asked the teacher for permission to leave because his dad was outside honking. The teacher excused Lewis, and President Monson said that was when it occurred to him that Lewis didn’t have a car. He says he learned then that Mexican’s aren’t dumb; in fact, they are very smart. It was so funny. He really had the best sense of humor. Later, I was reiterating this story to Ryan, and Ryan says, “Wow, the Prophet got in trouble in class! It would’ve been funny if he had had to write I will sit on the rug when Ms. Stone tells me too.” I think this is Ryan’s first time to feel some sort of relation to the prophet.&lt;br /&gt;He went on to talk to a boy in the audience and show him how he is able to wiggle his ears. He then went on stage and left a special blessing with the youth that were in the performance. The youth went around to prepare, and the Prophet sang the same Spanish song with President Eyring that he had sung when he drove by in the golf cart. . It was hilarious! They are really amazing men. Elder Walker from the seventy was also there as was Elder Costa and Thomas S. Monson’s daughter, Ann M. Dibb. You could tell how much he loved his daughter and how proud he was to have her there.&lt;br /&gt;The youth then went through this entire performance without a hiccup. It was truly spectacular to see almost 2000 young men and women do so well in an excellent performance! Their choreography was terrific and the whole program was done so well. All I could think about was this wonderful opportunity these boys and girls are getting. You could tell that their hard work and efforts were paying off. It was astounding!&lt;br /&gt;We came home that night and I was on an all-time high. My adrenaline was through the roof! I could barely sleep thinking about the wonderful performance and the chance I just got to see the performance. I had no idea that the next day could be any better.&lt;br /&gt;My mom’s visiting teacher had recommended that we go to the cornerstone ceremony on the morning of the dedication because Kiley was not going to be able to attend the dedication (you have to be at least 8 and baptized) and she was really feeling down about the whole thing. So, we decided it was worth a try. My mother-in-law and father-in-law were here visiting and agreed to watch the younger kids so Chris and I could take Kiley, Ryan, and their cousin Sara. We got up early and went down. While we were there, we were standing in a line outside the temple talking with Taleah and Josh (Ryan’s good friend). Chris decided to go to the other side and see if we would have a better view. Once he got over there, he saw the poles with red rope to keep the audience back when the Prophet arrives. We were walking over there when Sister Fletcher from an old ward we were in told the kids to go up and stand by the red rope because the Prophet would be pulling up any minute.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for awhile, but then, there he was. It was the Prophet. He got out of the car and smiled at everyone. Then, he walked over to the other side where people were waiting by the red rope. He talked with them for a bit, and came over to our side.&lt;br /&gt;As he approaches he looks down at Ryan and says, “You better hold on to that post there Tiger.” Then, he asked Ryan what his name was. Ryan said it but it was so soft that you couldn’t hear him. I said it a little louder, and President Monson said, “Ryan.” Then, he looks at the other kids, looks at Kiley, and says, “You must be his sister?” Kiley shook her head and said, “Yes.” And, President Monson says, “What’s your name?” She tells him and he says, “Are you nice to your brother?” and he sort of laughs. Kiley says, “Yes.” The Prophet laughs and goes on to talk to others in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;He waived at Josh Mangum, spoke to others in the crowd, and introduced his daughter. The whole time he was no more than a foot from the kids. It was fantastic and far more than I could’ve ever dreamed about. I have never seen a Prophet of God, and I am so grateful we were able to have this opportunity. I encouraged each of my children to write all they could remember and their feelings in their journal because it would always be one of the most amazing days in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;He came out to do the cornerstone and invited more children from the audience to come up. The whole event was clearly overwhelming for many. I have never seen so many smiling faces. I am so thankful for his presence in my life. When I was baptized, one of the greatest draws to the church was the Prophet. It just made sense to me that God wouldn’t leave us without someone in these days to guide and direct our doings. He wouldn’t give us great books like the Bible and then cease that revelation. I think it is amazing that we are able to have the gospel, the Prophet, and the temple in our midst. Today, the words of that song are ringing truer than ever, “We thank thee, O God, for a prophet to guide us in these latter days.”&lt;br /&gt;And, I love the words by President Gordon B. Hinckley, “How thankful we ought to be, how thankful we are, for a prophet to counsel us in words of divine wisdom as we walk our paths in these complex and difficult times. The solid assurance we carry in our hearts, the conviction that God will make His will known to His children through His recognized servants, is the real basis of our faith and activity. We either have a prophet or we have nothing; and having a prophet, we have everything.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1301270628776686447?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1301270628776686447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1301270628776686447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1301270628776686447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1301270628776686447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-may-23-2010-will-live-forever-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/S_nRf3kA5jI/AAAAAAAAAlM/idmLJZFBeec/s72-c/DSCN1661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7040541437865830313</id><published>2009-06-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:47:30.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I thought I would write up a quick post with some pictures about what's going on here. First here's a picture worth 1,000 words! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; really didn't want Jay in the picture, so this is his mad face because Kiley is uncovering him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjEqljW_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/eIIU8Dzhq60/s1600-h/Kids+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351088976560348146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjEqljW_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/eIIU8Dzhq60/s320/Kids+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, Kiley had a birthday party which was tons fun. We borrowed Hope's water slide and the kids had a blast! Here's a picture of all the wet kids that cam to wish her a happy birthday! What a lucky girl to have so many great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjERS0b6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Vwbm8-aLeYQ/s1600-h/Kids+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351088969770889122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjERS0b6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Vwbm8-aLeYQ/s320/Kids+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next is a picture of my sweet baby asleep on the couch. All I can say is Look at those cheeks! He is almost to the point of looking uncomfortably fat! Oh it is so cute though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjD4lC4PI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ISXzhNra9II/s1600-h/Kids+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351088963136446706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjD4lC4PI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ISXzhNra9II/s320/Kids+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here's a picture of our AWESOME garden! You have to understand our excitement. Up to this point the only thing we've ever grown is children. We are not plant friendly! So, imagine our surprise at this terrific garden! We have tons of watermelon and tomatoes, a few cantaloupe, some corn and carrots, and we're hoping for some cucumbers and pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjDnjix6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Jto9CDapuns/s1600-h/Kids+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351088958566746018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjDnjix6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Jto9CDapuns/s320/Kids+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all well, other than the fact Kiley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt;, and I have strep! Yes, it's strep again. But, the weirdest part is I don't feel sick. I just can't swallow because my tonsils are too huge! They are thinking about taking my tonsils out since this is the second time I've had strep in a month! That sound like a good time to me. I've always wanted to get my tonsils out at 27 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7040541437865830313?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7040541437865830313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7040541437865830313' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7040541437865830313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7040541437865830313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-i-would-write-up-quick-post.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SkLjEqljW_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/eIIU8Dzhq60/s72-c/Kids+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-3001886104660345453</id><published>2009-06-07T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:32:29.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777831960920994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3Hs1pw6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/vUdsf6BKNO0/s320/Blessing+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here's Jay looking handsome in his outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3H_PgAMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XGKdJoqPXWA/s1600-h/Blessing+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777836901171394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3H_PgAMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XGKdJoqPXWA/s320/Blessing+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777838336877954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3IElzJYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/izLakHc94CY/s320/Blessing+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All of the boy cousins minus 1 (we missed you Tanner and Kiley missed Sara)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3HDi9_YI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-DLTvhOB0xE/s1600-h/Blessing+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777820876701058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3HDi9_YI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-DLTvhOB0xE/s320/Blessing+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my big BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777843481833730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3IXwc8QI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NRxaFTMaQxo/s320/Blessing+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chris and his sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay was finally blessed, and it was perfect. Most of Chris's sisters were able to come down with most of the cousins, and of course, my mom and his parents were here. It was so fun to have them all at the house. Ryan is having a little trouble remembering names and instead just refers to everyone as "Cousin" and "Aunt TJ." We are so grateful for their time here. I will post pictures of our fun day when I can, but for now, here's some pics of the blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-3001886104660345453?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3001886104660345453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=3001886104660345453' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3001886104660345453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3001886104660345453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-blessing.html' title='A beautiful blessing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Six3Hs1pw6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/vUdsf6BKNO0/s72-c/Blessing+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-3185825981799608357</id><published>2009-05-26T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:33:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzPMbMOfDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uSmxJL8a8l0/s1600-h/May+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340371070518983730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzPMbMOfDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uSmxJL8a8l0/s200/May+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First of all let me post some pictures of Bryson. He is&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzNw3PJMXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1mHsYuzWgKQ/s1600-h/May+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340369497499447666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzNw3PJMXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1mHsYuzWgKQ/s200/May+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; turning out to be one heck of a two year old. The first few pics are of Bryson on the counter eating frosting, and spreading frosting, and wiping frosting in the cupboards, and sticking frosting in the utensil holder, and doing anything else with frosting to make his mommy cry! The next picture is again of Bryson on the counter, but this time doing his favorite pastime - dumping the very expensive baby formula all over. Let me tell you this was a lighter occasion. I'm not sure what I will do with this child of mine. Good thing he's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have a picture of my fat fat baby Jay. HE IS ADORABLE! We had to postpone his blessing last month because Ryan was sick. We are rescheduling, so I thought I'd better check and see if the blessing outfit still fit. We didn't even get the shirt aro&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340369500394636706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzNxCBaRaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qiofmPGp81o/s200/May+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;und him, but here's the vest so you get the idea! TOO CUTE! Thanks to Jonathan and Sara for lending us a bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally there is a picture of my handsome crazy Ryan right before preschool graduation. I can't believe it's already time for him to go to kindergarten! Where does the time go? I love this sweet boy and I will really miss him nex&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzNxqfrTyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/e_k_-PMfTmI/s1600-h/May+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340369511259000610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzNxqfrTyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/e_k_-PMfTmI/s200/May+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-3185825981799608357?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3185825981799608357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=3185825981799608357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3185825981799608357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3185825981799608357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/ShzPMbMOfDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uSmxJL8a8l0/s72-c/May+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-8423401896486224346</id><published>2009-05-09T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:34:33.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Bear</title><content type='html'>Today, I wonder if I did the right thing. The mama bear came out in me, and it wasn't pretty. Our family went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; baptism, but decided not to go to the BBQ so Jay wouldn't be in the heat and wind. Hope was nice enough to take Kiley and Ryan to the BBQ, and told me to pick them up later. That's where this begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm leaving I get this funny feeling (a.k.a. the Spirit) inside to stay near my kids. I look around, get out of the car, check on them one more time, and finally decide to quit being paranoid and go. I get a block away and the prompting to go back worsens. I tell Chris and my mom, I'm going back to the house we'll switch cars, and I'm going to stay with the older kids. I tell them about my feeling, and as I'm heading up the street to our house, Chris suggests I go back now they'll come back and get me. I flip a U and head back to the park. I'm convinced by now something is wrong when I get a phone call from Hope. She tells me that some kid punched Ki in the face and her lip is busted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to say the least, I freak out. I get to the park, jump out of the car, see the blood and over react. Yeah, I said blood. Kiley lip is bleeding and fat! I ask Kiley why she hit her and question if Ki did anything to provoke it. She says no, and I believe her (she's just not a fighter). I go looking for the girl get in a HUGE run in with her mother. We stand face to face; I was sure I was getting hit, but she didn't. She acts like it's no big deal "their just seven year olds", is she kidding? I yell at her that she needs to watcher kid a little better (who by the way has the punishment of sitting on a blanket drinking her soda - Yeah, I'm sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; fix the problem). I immediately understand why the daughter is this way judging from the mother's reaction. She yells at me and asks what I'm teaching my kid by confronting the mother, and I say I'm teaching her to stand up to bullies and not just get hit in the face. It finally gets over. The adrenaline rush is making me shake. Then I'm left to question my reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand I firmly believe in teaching your kids to stand up for themselves. Which Kiley isn't great at especially considering this is the second time this year she's been hit by someone and just taken it. But, then I think, did I teach her a lesson in standing up for herself or a lesson in anger? I'm still not sure. I know I would have been much calmer if the mother had even seemed concerned about the situation, but her lack of reaction, immediate anger, and invasion of space left me defensive. I don't know what came over me, but I lost it. Now, I'm sorry in one way and not in another. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I became so proud of Kiley. As we get the whole story, it turns out the girls threatened to beat up Ryan, and Kiley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kamri&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; came to the rescue. Kiley told the girl she was not hitting her little brother, and Kiley took it instead. I asked if she felt okay about her decision, and she said, "Well, I my lip hurts and I was a little scared, but I would've felt worse if she would've hurt Ryan." Chris told a story of his sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, standing up for him when he was a kid, and watching his face I could tell that still meant a lot to him. Ryan told Ki that she rocks, and I am so proud of the way she &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;took it for him. It was one of those times I wished for a sibling. I'm also proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden, Kamri, &lt;/span&gt;and Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; for standing up to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've reacted a little better, and looking back, I can think of much better ways to teach the lesson I wanted to teach, but what's done is done, and the moral of the story is - Don't mess with mama bear's cub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-8423401896486224346?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8423401896486224346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=8423401896486224346' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8423401896486224346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8423401896486224346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/mama-bear.html' title='Mama Bear'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1971494093171764583</id><published>2009-04-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:00:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SfUtxi0xtoI/AAAAAAAAAio/8tV-wiPGi8Q/s1600-h/080207-143600_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329216063247857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SfUtxi0xtoI/AAAAAAAAAio/8tV-wiPGi8Q/s320/080207-143600_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after I have a baby I become the freak of worry, so this swine flu has got me all freaked out! First my grandad calls a few nights ago telling me about this flu he saw on the news. I admit I laughed at how concerned he was. I love older people and CNN. Then, my mom calls yesterday and gets me a little concerned. Now, I'm worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate germs. Yes, I guess I would call myself a bit of a germaphobe. I'm not too concerned about myself, but I incessantly worry about my children. So, tonight when Kiley comes in complaining of a sore throat and running a fever, I am trying hard to not loose sight of what is real to look at what is worry. I could use words of encouragement, so feel free to post any uplifting thoughts. I'm sure she's fine. Obviously, she hasn't been to Mexico, and I think she would be a whole lot sicker, but still I'm worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't heard of swine flu here's a link to an article about it &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2009/04/26/ST2009042602832.html"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2009/04/26/ST2009042602832.html&lt;/a&gt;, but if you worry like I do, forget I said anything and chalk it up to watching too much CNN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1971494093171764583?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1971494093171764583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1971494093171764583' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1971494093171764583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1971494093171764583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SfUtxi0xtoI/AAAAAAAAAio/8tV-wiPGi8Q/s72-c/080207-143600_PD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-6870534739495779314</id><published>2009-04-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:06:22.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Okay, if you read my last post, you know that I was a bit stressed out yesterday. I was tired of everyone being sick, and I was tired of worrying. Well, I'm happy to report, we all got a bit more sleep last night, no one threw up, and we woke up to a good morning. But, I feel for humor's sake and just to laugh at my own afternoon/evening, I should share the happenings of yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As I said in the previous post, I am suffering from lack of sleep. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deano&lt;/span&gt; was down for a nap, the baby was asleep, Kiley was in bed with her stomach bug, and I saw a great opportunity to turn the TV on for Ryan put in his new favorite movie &lt;em&gt;Bolt &lt;/em&gt;and enjoy a nap for myself. Before I begin this story, keep in mind, Ryan absolutely knows the rules of the house; he's almost 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I laid down, and after about an hour, I heard the TV turn off, and I figured Ryan turned it off because he was doing something else or he fell asleep and Kiley turned it off. Kiley was in my room getting a movie, so I asked if Dean was still sleeping, and she said yes. I fall back asleep and wake up about 20 minutes later to the sound of the bathtub running! Of course, taking a bath while I sleep is a big no no in my house for obvious reasons of drowning, but I figure it must be Kiley who I know would be okay. Still, I'm not thrilled; so, I start heading that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As I come out of the bedroom, I realize the back door is standing wide open and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; is heading out. Great, someone was an escapee. Not to mention, all the bugs etc. who have come in. I holler out the door and yell to see if it's Kiley or Ryan is outside. Kiley yells back from her room, so that only leaves my dear sweet Ryan who, by the way, isn't responding to my calls. I remember the running water and head to the bathroom which I find conveniently locked! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ArRgH&lt;/span&gt;! I bang on the door and scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear, for that dear boy to, "Open the dang door." He obeys and opens the door at which point I see what could only be Ryan covered in mud. Not only is he covered in mud but the whole bathroom seems to have gone with him outside. Mud in the sink, on the bathtub, and all over the floor leads to this discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Why are you drawing a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ryan: Because I'm covered in mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Why are you covered in mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ryan: Because I made mud in the garden and played in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Are you supposed to be outside while I was sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ryan: No, but I didn't want to ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me: Should you get in the bath when I"m sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ryan: No, but I was trying to get clean before you woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;More useless conversation results in Ryan getting grounded, crying for a long time, and more yelling for the neighbors entertainment. During this time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; decides a bath is a good idea and starts getting in to join Ryan. As his takes his diaper off POO goes flying all over the bathroom. Oh CRAP! I lay him down to try and wipe him down and poo goes all over the bathmat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I get ANOTHER load of laundry started with the new muddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; mess, I get the bathroom cleaner to take care of the bathroom, and go to bathe these dear boys of mine. When I reach in the water to get the washrag, I realize the water is the temperature of the sun and an entire bottle of baby soap has been used by the first dear boy to wash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;More frustrated cries on my part result in Jay waking up and screaming along with his brothers. I get the two older boys out of the tub and go to Jay's rescue. He too has pooped again! Remember my wiping dilemma and the brilliant idea to spray him off instead? That was foolish. I attempt it, make a huge mess, Clorox the sink, and get another bright idea. I decide to sit down and hold Jay with no diaper to let his cheeks "air out a bit." I mean he just pooped, it should be safe. Right? Wrong! The poop machine goes off. Luckily, I have him on a blanket, so it wasn't too bad, but it's still more poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;At this point I just begin to laugh! I know it sounds crazy, but I am so grateful to be here with these great kids of mine and enjoy the crazy life we have together. I have been struggling a lot lately with the idea of needing to go back to work. If I find and need to take a job, I Know I will terribly miss this. When I say that my dear husband cracks up and swears I'm crazy! Maybe I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-6870534739495779314?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6870534739495779314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=6870534739495779314' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6870534739495779314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6870534739495779314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-im-crazy.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m crazy'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-9024022870013074585</id><published>2009-04-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:57:06.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worries of a mom</title><content type='html'>Wow, we've had a long week. First, Bryson got croup for the second time this year. Croup isn't fun for any baby, but it's especially hard on Deano. He ended up on steroids and breathing treatments, going into retractions, and staying at Nana's to avoid contact with Jay. I can't express how much I hated having him sick and not with me. I tried to be in both places as much as possible, and luckily my mom was able to take some time off work and my mother-in-law came to help. Which was good since Chris also came down with a bad bug and had to stay at Nana's. Jay still got a bug, but it was mild (not to say it didn't still scare me.) No sleep and lots of worry adds up to an unreasonable mom. Because Bryson was so sick as a baby, I now feel panicky about Jay coming down with anything and the resulting anxiety gets the better of me far too often lately. A friend and I were talking the other day about the extreme worry that comes with becoming a mom. It seems to be a worry no one can prepare you for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward to last night. Jay is having poopy diaper after poopy diaper. There is never a lot in any one diaper but it is causing enough wiping that his butt is beginning to bleed from literally being wiped raw! I have tried any creams I can find (A+D, Burt's Bees, Desitin). Today, I am trying to avoid wiping him; instead, spraying him off with water seems to be the only answer. I would greatly appreciate any tips from you mom's out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just as sleep begins to find me, I hear Kiley yell, "Mom!" I go to her aide as she is throwing up everywhere! Ahhh! Well, after a few hours of throwing up, she seems to be on the mend. Now, we are trying hard to stop it from invading the rest of family. Namely Deano. The virus he is still battling has made him loose weight he didn't need to loose. Yikes, more worry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this, I would like to give a shout out to my husband. He has been so great. I am so lucky to have this wonderful man in my life. He really is fantastic. Thank goodness for really great husbands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I would like to leave a picture of what I saw today when I looked out the window. Ryan and Bryson are becoming such great friends. I love to look outside and watch Ryan talking to his little bother and showing him the ropes in this life. I feel sad that I didn't have siblings to share those quiet times with; although, there are days I feel lucky to have avoided the fighting involved. I am also posting a couple of updated pictures of Jay! He is such a beautiful baby! I don't mean to brag, but he's too cute to not show off a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp6WtHOKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ICtX3bQo5As/s1600-h/IMG_0766.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/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp6WtHOKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ICtX3bQo5As/s320/IMG_0766.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637848195250338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp7O-xCvI/AAAAAAAAAig/PFlW4wx9kbU/s1600-h/IMG_0760.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/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp7O-xCvI/AAAAAAAAAig/PFlW4wx9kbU/s320/IMG_0760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637863301679858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp6ylOneI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5L7E1y2ohaE/s1600-h/IMG_0754.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/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp6ylOneI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5L7E1y2ohaE/s320/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637855678373346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp6oh5CtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jPAL7op_b5g/s1600-h/IMG_0693.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/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp6oh5CtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jPAL7op_b5g/s320/IMG_0693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637852980021970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-9024022870013074585?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9024022870013074585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=9024022870013074585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/9024022870013074585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/9024022870013074585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/worries-of-mom.html' title='The worries of a mom'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SeTp6WtHOKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ICtX3bQo5As/s72-c/IMG_0766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-2621855952594435865</id><published>2009-04-05T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:14:05.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we should get hitched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SdhZ6Ok8ROI/AAAAAAAAAiA/f3SswMBBX2s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SdhZ6Ok8ROI/AAAAAAAAAiA/f3SswMBBX2s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321101816618566882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Dating'&gt;http://www.datingdiversions.com/dating_compatibility.html"&gt;Dating Compatibility Test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-2621855952594435865?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2621855952594435865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=2621855952594435865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2621855952594435865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2621855952594435865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-we-should-get-hitched.html' title='I think we should get hitched!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SdhZ6Ok8ROI/AAAAAAAAAiA/f3SswMBBX2s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4423661074203181475</id><published>2009-03-25T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:48:38.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Nolen is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Our handsome little guy is finally here. Labor and delivery went well, and we are so happy to report that we have been blessed with a healthy baby boy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jay &lt;/span&gt;weighed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7lbs 13oz&lt;/span&gt; at birth and measured &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19.5 in&lt;/span&gt; long. He is so perfect! He has his daddy's dimples and looks a lot like Kiley did at birth! We are so excited to bring him home. Kiley and Ryan are ecstatic to have a new brother and eager to help Mommy any way they can. Bryson is not quite so sure about sharing his mommy, but he does seem to really love his new brother. We are so grateful for our children, and we are so happy to have another sweet spirit in our home to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8_bEKyBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yzKr6RvDgL0/s1600-h/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317199739103135762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8_bEKyBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yzKr6RvDgL0/s320/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-_2Br9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/50sgu5Zgm48/s1600-h/IMG_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317199731796062162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-_2Br9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/50sgu5Zgm48/s320/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-3J7spI/AAAAAAAAAho/WSdmGsNr70Y/s1600-h/IMG_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317199729463636626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-3J7spI/AAAAAAAAAho/WSdmGsNr70Y/s320/IMG_0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-vvT22I/AAAAAAAAAhg/nzGGJXkTFWw/s1600-h/IMG_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317199727472925538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-vvT22I/AAAAAAAAAhg/nzGGJXkTFWw/s320/IMG_0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-LHnVUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/oUDXDKZH0XI/s1600-h/IMG_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317199717642753346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8-LHnVUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/oUDXDKZH0XI/s320/IMG_0603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-4423661074203181475?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4423661074203181475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4423661074203181475' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4423661074203181475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4423661074203181475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/jay-nolen-is-here.html' title='Jay Nolen is Here!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/Scp8_bEKyBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yzKr6RvDgL0/s72-c/IMG_0644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-9048507998033612014</id><published>2009-03-11T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:43:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Pregnancy Update</title><content type='html'>As you can tell from our countdown, I only have a little over two weeks left, so I thought I should update on my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had 3 other kids and NEVER been this miserable in pregnancy. I am so uncomfortable I could cry (and sometimes I do just that).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am fatter and more swollen than I have been since Kiley. How depressing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I ever want is a happy healthy baby, and I am so grateful to be having just that, so please don't take this in any other way, but I want my body back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 1-2 centimeters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;, barely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;effaced&lt;/span&gt;, and the baby is so high they can't come anywhere near him. (Not great progress.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we built this house, we didn't put a shelf in the shower. Man! I'm regretting that decision. I CANNOT shave my legs without almost killing myself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The older two kids are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; to have a new brother. The littlest one I'm not too sure about. If we talk about the baby to him, he now ignores me and acts like nothing is going on. We got out the swing bouncer etc., and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; thinks all these things are great new toys for him. I worry about how he will feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so overly worried about everything at this point. It's not just the baby, it's Chris's job, me not finding a job, etc. I need this baby to get here so I can hold him and know he is alright. I also need a name for this baby. My hubby is being a little difficult in this department! Ugh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Spring Break and I feel so bad for my poor little bored children. We can't really go anywhere because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; and money, so they are starting to go crazy, but I'm so glad we have a nice backyard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know it will all be over soon, and while part of me is so relieved, the other part of me is a little sad knowing this is our last one. I feel like some huge chapter in my life is coming to a close. Obviously, we have to stop sometime, but I didn't know how old that would make me feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-9048507998033612014?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9048507998033612014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=9048507998033612014' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/9048507998033612014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/9048507998033612014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='End of Pregnancy Update'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4805510831861995824</id><published>2009-03-05T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:49:21.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, it's been awhile since I've blogged, so here's a quick update. I had a great birthday and Valentines Day last month. I posted a picture of me and the kids eating delicious chocolate covered strawberries on Valentines Day. Chris got some for me and his little princess. I think she'll really like being the only girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also posted a picture of my wonderful husband teaching Ryan how to treat a lady. My feet are killing me in this pregnancy, so he offered to rub them for me, and the kids wanted in on the fun. Hey, any time I can get a foot rub is a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKVOHrjuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mtEiYSBQ7ks/s1600-h/February+09+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896057842011874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKVOHrjuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mtEiYSBQ7ks/s320/February+09+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKUiVHcYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DCx3Lo06IX4/s1600-h/February+09+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896046087205250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKUiVHcYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DCx3Lo06IX4/s320/February+09+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Ryan is growing up way too fast. He learned to ride his bike and now goes everywhere. I am so impressed at how well he does! Girls and boys are so different. When Ki learned to ride she fell hard for the first time and took awhile to try it again. Ryan is the total opposite. He falls and gets right back on. He is such a tough guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKUHunzsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qi7yuSNZBnw/s1600-h/February+09+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896038946426562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKUHunzsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qi7yuSNZBnw/s320/February+09+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had a wonderful diaper party thanks to Ashlee and my mom! I got so much great stuff, we ate great food, and played fun games. The funnest one involved running across the lawn with a water balloon between the legs without dropping it. Thus, not "breaking your water." It was hilarious, but my camera died just before a got a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896021882440658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKTIKQC9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ApHrFZR5vNU/s320/March+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last picture is of Kiley in her adorable acorn costume her Grandma came and made for her. We tied some jean quilts for the boys and made this for her upcoming play! I think she looks so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKTh3JoaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/6HUh2ydCgr0/s1600-h/March+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896028781650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKTh3JoaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/6HUh2ydCgr0/s320/March+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812459429693096564-4805510831861995824?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4805510831861995824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4805510831861995824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4805510831861995824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4805510831861995824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-its-been-awhile-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SbCKVOHrjuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mtEiYSBQ7ks/s72-c/February+09+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1805091755466918637</id><published>2009-01-28T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:14:35.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're making this harder than it needs to be!</title><content type='html'>Oh forget it! We cannot decide on a name. I agree with ALL of the comments, but now I feel like we are moving further from finding a name. Chris and I set all evening and talked about a name and now we have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two more on our list&lt;/span&gt;! Like I said, we're moving further away from a decision. I think we are just going to have to wait till our little guy is here. We would still love to hear any comments you have. The two new names are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;. The downfall of Jaxon is that there are a ton of them, and I don't think it's my mother-in-law's favorite name; however, I think it is so cute with our last name. The only parts about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brigham&lt;/span&gt; and Brandon I'm not crazy about is having two kids with Br names right next to eachother in birth order. Jay is definately still in the running too, but I'm not sure I like Jay without saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt; Nolen. Oh well, we'll figure it out eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my kids and I are sick. Bryson got croup and ended up needing steroids for a couple of days. The older two have some stupid head cold with a fever. There are hilarious though. The other day, I told Kiley not to breath on me (even though I knew I'd get it). So, here's a little conversation that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't breathe right in my face sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Ki: Have you ever smelled Ryan's breath?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not lately. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ki: It smells like Super Stop&lt;br /&gt;Me: Super Stop the little store?&lt;br /&gt;Ki: Ya, it smells like that with cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What does Super Stop smell like?&lt;br /&gt;Ki: I don't know. Ryan's breath I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1805091755466918637?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1805091755466918637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1805091755466918637' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1805091755466918637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1805091755466918637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-making-this-harder-than-it-needs.html' title='We&apos;re making this harder than it needs to be!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7278588853338656933</id><published>2009-01-16T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:06:22.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help us choose a name</title><content type='html'>Okay we are trying to narrow the name down for this baby, and we have come down to two. If you would please vote on what you would choose. Keep in mind, that no matter what the middle name will be Nolen. Say it out loud a couple of times and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brigham (Brigs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7278588853338656933?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7278588853338656933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7278588853338656933' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7278588853338656933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7278588853338656933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-us-choose-name.html' title='Help us choose a name'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-3033808811080124787</id><published>2008-12-30T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:45:17.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Christmas and A Happy Birthday to Chris</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas! It is so much fun to watch my sweet kids enjoy the Christmas spirit. Christmas gets better and better as they grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622195179012642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SVpNYdCQwiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1VkjNYU_lz8/s320/December+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also got some snow here! We tried to go to the mountain, but the roads were so icy we ended up near the bottom of the mountain. Not much snow (there was actually more at the house), but it was still fun to go. Even Grandad came to play! We also built a tiny sorta scary snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285624662373346162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SVpPoEDOq3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/kv4I2MbO_TM/s320/December+08+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622213656925666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SVpNZh3vVeI/AAAAAAAAAgA/tWhisfy2O-0/s320/December+08+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also Chris turned 30!!! His parents came to visit and we had a great time. As you can see, Deano won't leave Dad's lap!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285624657171791746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SVpPnwrFP4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/suwtSonbVoM/s320/December+08+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-3033808811080124787?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3033808811080124787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=3033808811080124787' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3033808811080124787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3033808811080124787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-birthday-to.html' title='A Merry Christmas and A Happy Birthday to Chris'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SVpNYdCQwiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1VkjNYU_lz8/s72-c/December+08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-2596694473529212003</id><published>2008-12-18T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:11:26.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Programs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Christmas brings lots of programs, so I thought I would share a few pictures. Kiley had a dance recital and her school program, and Ryan's preschool did a cute little program. They did so well in all of their programs. We laughed at how crazy Ryan is but that's why we love him. He even yelled in the middle of the program, "Hey Mom! Clap!" He's too funny. Kiley is the exact opposite; she is so serious about what she is doing. I love how different they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281378307455726546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUs5lrRaM9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ef4E1ln70AA/s320/October+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                  Kiley and Kylie backstage after dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281378310417311586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUs5l2TgZ2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IaoCcnja29s/s320/October+08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Kiley lookin' so cute before her school program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281378337850049522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUs5ncf-w_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ajDyeHWCd5I/s320/October+08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Ryan and Hanna Layton. They are so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             He calls her his Hanna Montana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281378325539588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUs5muo8ChI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fq3jnPuQwws/s320/October+08+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                             Ryan on stage. He looks kinda tough getto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-2596694473529212003?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2596694473529212003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=2596694473529212003' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2596694473529212003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2596694473529212003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-programs.html' title='Christmas Programs'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUs5lrRaM9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ef4E1ln70AA/s72-c/October+08+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-10448152512092616</id><published>2008-12-10T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:19:47.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lofgreenlegacy.blogspot.com/2008/12/husband-tag.html"&gt;Husband Tag...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How long did you date before you got married? 3 1/2 months. Which we both swore would never happen, but when you know, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. How long have you been married? 7 1/2 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What does he do that surprises you? I love days when he calls me out of the blue just to say he loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What is his best feature? His dimples! I love them. Oh, he's also got one nice tush, but we won't go into that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What is his best quality? He is so kind. I have never seen him drive by a broken vehicle without helping or not give his change to the homeless. He is also very trusting in Heavenly Father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Does he have a nickname for you? He always calls me gorgeous. One day, he and Marco are riding in the truck, and Chris says, "I love you gorgeous." Marco thought that it was some spanish word meaning Fatso! So, Chris explained, but it still bugs Marco to hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. What is his favorite color? He says black if Kiley asks. She's big on favorite things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is his favorite animal? Again, Kiley's asked this one to which he replies tiger. It definately isn't dogs or birds right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What is his favorite food? He loves Italian food, but right now he is in love with my egg rolls. He wanted me to take them to Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What is his favorite sport? Motocross if you count that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. When and where did you first kiss? January 14, 2001 at his house! Good kisser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Favorite thing to do as a couple? We like watching movies and reading together. We also both like staying up late talking about anything; however, the next day we aren't so thrilled with ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Do you have any children? The best 4 kids in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Does he have a hidden talent? He has a great singing voice and he is super smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. How old is he? Almost 30, and I remind him of it daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Who said 'I love you' first? He did, and I'm so very glad he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. What is his favorite music? He loves rock and Christmas music. He says he doesn't like country, but he knows more songs than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Do you think he will read this? Nope. He's not a blogger. If he ever does, I love you Chris! Thanks for always supporting and loving me. You are so good to me, and I love you so much! Can't wait for eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Here' s some pictures of him being the great dad he is as he runs the kids up and down the yard in a wagon and pictures of the wonderful job he did on the Christmas lights. We've had complements on how perfect they are!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278242446080932994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUAVihUK_II/AAAAAAAAAe4/Bu1zkocG9VE/s320/October+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278242440643051842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUAViNDrgUI/AAAAAAAAAew/z6JCQiWTBFQ/s320/October+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278242456052391170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUAVjGdjXQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_-kk0ZBvfKE/s320/October+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-10448152512092616?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/10448152512092616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=10448152512092616' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/10448152512092616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/10448152512092616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/husband-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SUAVihUK_II/AAAAAAAAAe4/Bu1zkocG9VE/s72-c/October+08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5706564915022679415</id><published>2008-12-04T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:46:24.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marco</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Friday, 11/21, around noon, Chris's friend Marco suffered a brain hemorrhage (a cerebral aneurysm that burst). He had been outside working on the playhouse and shed he is building. He reached down to pick up some shingles, and complained to Chris of a sudden headache. Chris was helping him roof the shed. Chris and Carmen, Marco's wife,  had Marco lay down, and as his condition did not improve, they called 911. Marco was taken to the Mt. Graham Regional Medical Center, then flown to the Barrow Institute in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it has been a miracle that Marco is doing as well as he is, but there is still progress to be made. I write this post for two reasons. First, I ask that people reading this blog will think of this kind man and his family in their prayers. Second, I think it's a reminder of what's really important in life and how fragile it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's company started a blog for Marco if you are interested in following his progress. The address is, &lt;a href="http://www.miraclemarco.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.miraclemarco.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks for any prayers that come to him, his wife, and his two sweet daughters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5706564915022679415?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5706564915022679415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5706564915022679415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5706564915022679415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5706564915022679415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/marco.html' title='Marco'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7832147566754540256</id><published>2008-11-14T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:07:51.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, because of some conversations with other people, I've been thinking about life, my testimony, and the things that happen along the way to get you where you are. I remember often thinking that my life was rougher than normal, and wishing that I had some of the lives of my friends. Now, I am so grateful for the lessons my life taught me, how it shaped me, and how it changed me. I don't believe any of this is an accident. We all experienced trials and successes because it would make us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for a religion that has deeply blessed me throughout my life. Without the knowledge and belief in a Heavenly Father and a Savior who love me, I would be lost. I don't have a knowledge of the hows and whys of the gospel, but I have a testimony of the principals of the gospel and know they are true and there. I want more than anything to watch my sweet children grow up faithful and diligent. I wish there was some magical way to ensure that, but I think it takes faith and diligence (and maybe the Palmer secret. Just kidding). A non-member friend and I were talking, and she mentioned the obviousness of people who preach their religion but fail to practice it; I hope to never be one of those people. I do not want myself nor my children to do any more than live the gospel we are taught, and I admire people who are genuine people. They are few and far between, but they are there. Many of you are these people, and I am grateful for your example.&lt;br /&gt;I think that life is beautiful and hard. I am grateful to go through it with a husband who is kind, loving, and a leader by example. I am grateful for all of the blessings and trials I have been given. I am so grateful for four beautiful children. I find it humbling and frustrating to be a mother, but I also find it truly rewarding. I believe, I understand love when I look at them. They are my happiness. I love them and want nothing more than their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for a life that has taught me how to love, stand up for what I believe in, not be oblivious to how it really is, and most importantly, a life that has taught me that this life just isn't perfect, but it's still wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;I know this is a random post, but I felt it important to use this sort of journaling to remind myself of a few things. I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving. My mom, Chris, the kids and I are going to our friends' Amy and Jacob's house. She is the best hostess in the world! When I asked Chris if he wanted to go there, he replied, "Yes, she has the best food!" She really does! Have a great Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7832147566754540256?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7832147566754540256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7832147566754540256' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7832147566754540256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7832147566754540256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/11/lately-because-of-some-conversations.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-8805091099715669221</id><published>2008-10-29T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:18:29.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S  A  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  .  .  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is all we posted in our text, and for everyone that lives here, we carved a pumpkin letting them know. So here's the pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SQkknCdCTDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BO653YD6xb0/s1600-h/October+08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262777892651289650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SQkknCdCTDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BO653YD6xb0/s400/October+08+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are very excited for this beautiful boy! I can't believe I'm having ANOTHER BOY, but I am so grateful he is healthy! Everything looked perfect - from the heart to the kidneys. I am so blessed! Kiley cried for awhile, but quickly got over it when she realized how spoiled she will always be. She will make the best big sister in the world! She already is. Ryan thinks it's great and said, "Good, we can all watch movies together." Bryson cried, but I think it was just a reaction to Kiley's reaction. I'm not sure what I will do with three boys, and Chris really isn't sure what he will do, but I know one day I will be so proud to watch them grow up together as good friends, hold the priesthood, go on missions, and be great husbands and fathers for their own families. I look forward to easier teenage years, lots of food being eaten, and crazy boys that will always leave me tired and happy.  Thank heaven for little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SQkkKs_LP_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/MJCmHicWkPY/s1600-h/October+08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-8805091099715669221?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8805091099715669221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=8805091099715669221' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8805091099715669221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8805091099715669221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-pumpkin.html' title='The Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SQkknCdCTDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BO653YD6xb0/s72-c/October+08+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-3684647563404838293</id><published>2008-10-25T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:32:19.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Those of you who look at this post will probably be thinking, "Wow, she is one moody pregnant lady!" But, at the sake of that, I am posting anyway. Here are a few things on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You know those bumper stickers that say, "Mean People Suck." Well, I am all for that saying. I guess I'm not talking about mean people as much as people who go around intentionally hurting other people's feeling or making other people feel bad. I'm not sure the reasons for this behavior, and I'm sure it varies from person to person, but I think it's rude. Chris calls these people "Choppers." They are the people that will make you feel small and stupid until they feel better than or above you. Ya, well, I don't like these people. They are worse than "One Uppers" as Chris says, who always top what you say. I think their needs to be classes on etiquette and proper behavior towards people. I know that I sometimes say or do things to hurt or offend someone, but I don't do it intentionally. I don't wake up and think, "Hmm, who can I be rude to today?" Anyway, I want to give a shout out to my good friends who don't do this. I want to thank all those who are the exact opposite of what I'm discussing, you know, the people who always try to make others happy. It doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What happens after you have three kids? Well, let me show you a little picture for demonstration. In this picture, my third child is standing on the table eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, we say, "Get down." But, do we mean it? Nope. We just go on. Kiley would have NEVER been allowed to do this. I was saying this morning, I feel almost bad for her. The first child has so much put on them and expected of them. The more children you have the more you realize it isn't the biggest deal and move to something else. I always swore, all my kids would have the same rules/same expectations, but it just didn't happen. In my defense Kiley has the best manners and is the most well behaved, but Ryan isn't badly behaved either. The verdict is still out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bryson's&lt;/span&gt; manners; I hope he learns them sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261244355466577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SQOx3bQdR3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/RNTHBuqACww/s200/October+08+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am scared out of my mind about the economy. I have prayed and cried, and I know all I can do is trust all will be fine, but I am really nervous. I try to listen to some of the news and keep up on what's going on, but I can't stand the thoughts it creates. I never want my kids to go without. I don't mean going without the nicest things, I mean going without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;. I am a natural "what ifer", and I don't do well with the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I can hardly wait for my sonogram. Ki and I are counting down the days. It's true, all I want is a healthy baby. A girl would even things out, but my boys are lots of fun. Someone asked to see a picture of me growing bigger. So here it is, but it comes with a disclaimer: Yes, I am huge this time! I swear, I took the pregnancy test and put my maternity clothes on. Want something really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt;, most of my maternity pants didn't even fit! Oh well, this is my last child, and I'm not going to worry about it. I really am just thankful to carry babies, and since this is my last one, I want to enjoy it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261244349229184690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SQOx3EBWNrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/T8USR8aSMAk/s200/October+08+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-3684647563404838293?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3684647563404838293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=3684647563404838293' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3684647563404838293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3684647563404838293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SQOx3bQdR3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/RNTHBuqACww/s72-c/October+08+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-6179520761933951099</id><published>2008-10-19T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:42:43.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SPvEkgdn6VI/AAAAAAAAAX0/maX1BuEumMo/s1600-h/October+08+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I'm not the most faithful blogger. So, here's a quick update on us. Everyone has been well for a couple weeks now! Hooray! I had parent teacher conference last week, and Kiley got rave reviews! I am always so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nana and I took the kids for our traditional pumpkin patch trip. I love to watch them pick their very favorite pumpkin; they all have very different reasons. Kiley wanted a "perfect pumpkin." Ryan wanted one with a huge stem, and Deano liked the littlest ones. He thought it was great until he noticed the caterpillar crawling up his hand. He freaked! It was hilarious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259011137495082082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SPvCxCA3pGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/427I7fMKKA4/s200/October+08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259011151464594786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SPvCx2DdfWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/s6BbwjHoTks/s200/October+08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259011161413077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SPvCybHXSzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xn87vXGHBxQ/s200/October+08+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259011143175505746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SPvCxXLMB1I/AAAAAAAAAXU/wJeMdhqgpcA/s200/October+08+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 10 days left to find out whether we are having a boy or girl! I am getting really excited. I just want a healthy baby. I've got a couple of ideas for names, but absolutely nothing set in stone. If you don't mind it being taken, I would love suggestions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-6179520761933951099?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6179520761933951099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=6179520761933951099' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6179520761933951099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6179520761933951099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SPvCxCA3pGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/427I7fMKKA4/s72-c/October+08+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-843512974923965292</id><published>2008-10-02T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:45:27.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, so two more cases of strep and it's official: I've lost my mind. I am beginning to feel like a prisoner to my house. Don't get me wrong, I like being home, but really everything in moderation. There are days, I wake up and feel like I could cry from the start. My hope is that we are getting anything and everything now, so this winter will be super healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of my mental breakdown, I have found a source of escape. In fact, I think it's becoming an obsession. For those of you who have already read the Twilight series this will come as no surprise. For those of you who haven't, you are really missing out. When I first heard of these books, I laughed at how stupid it sounded. Ooo, a bunch of stories about vampires! Then, my curiosity got the best of me and I caved. Now, I am in love. I want to be a vampire. I'm thinking about naming this baby Cullen if it's a boy (couldn't bring myself to name someone Edward, no matter how great he is)! I am almost done with the last book, and it has me so sad to see this come to a close. Chris started reading them with me and the obsession is spreading. We can't wait to get the kids in bed so we can read. I admit, he isn't into it as much as I am, but he is still trading sleep for these darn books; that right there says something. If you haven't read them. Go buy the first one and read it to at least the middle; I guarantee you'll be hooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252675695385642130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SOVAtw_KBJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NIB9jJT9f4w/s320/Twilight-Series-Covers-twilight-series-1381301-956-360.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&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/4812459429693096564-843512974923965292?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/843512974923965292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=843512974923965292' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/843512974923965292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/843512974923965292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/10/escape.html' title='An Escape'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SOVAtw_KBJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NIB9jJT9f4w/s72-c/Twilight-Series-Covers-twilight-series-1381301-956-360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-2413516067080831649</id><published>2008-09-24T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:39:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great invention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, if we don't all get well soon I am going into a deep depression and no one will hear from me for a while. Seriously, I am loosing my mind. Last week Ryan and I got the worst head cold in the world. No sleep for 3 nights, coughing ALL the time, sinus headaches, it was awful! Now, this week is turning into much of the same. I came down with another stupid stomach bug! Not a severe but still miserable. Plus, my head cold won't leave! Then Sunday, Kiley missed the Primary program for a good battle with strep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in the midst of my whining, Amy recommended I use a neti pot to relieve some of the sinus pressure. It has been a life saver. I thought about posting pictures until I saw all the stuff that comes out. You have to see it to believe it, and it's not the weak in stomach. In case you're interested, here's a picture of the neti pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249798308953970194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SNsHv1Ol1hI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h5vCrueeTks/s320/neti%2520pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-2413516067080831649?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2413516067080831649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=2413516067080831649' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2413516067080831649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2413516067080831649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-invention.html' title='A great invention'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SNsHv1Ol1hI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h5vCrueeTks/s72-c/neti%2520pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-656153487430043721</id><published>2008-09-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:21:54.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back. . . well for now.</title><content type='html'>Hey, I have become a terrible blogger. I am so sick lately that I find it hard to function let alone blog, but here's a quick update. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so sick. Then, to top it all off the whole family came down with the stomach flu! Well, by the time it got to me, it did me in. I couldn't quit throwing up. After an afternoon of IV fluids, I was still so sick, so I ended up in the hospital for a night. I want to give a great big thanks to Hope, Amy, MaryAnn, and Suzanna for all of their help.  I am feeling better now. The stomach bug is gone but the prego nausea is not. I'm hoping it won't be too much longer. Usually I recover by 14 weeks; I'm 12 today, so only 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing well. Ryan is having a hard time. Ki is gone all day, Mommy just throws up all day, and Brysons tries to hit him in the head with whatever is in Bryson's hand (We are trying hard to break him of this). So, Ryan's world is being rocked and he is not exactly enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley is doing awesome in school. I talked to her teacher the other day and got a rave review about how smart and kind she is. She has a wonderful teacher, and it felt so good to hear such awesome comments. Lately, I don't know what I would do without that little girl. She is so smart, she listens so well, and she really is kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband and my mom also deserve a shout out. I feel so blessed to have so many wonderful people in this life, but I would be lost without these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I won my first contest ever! Yay! I never win anything. I almost blew it because I've been so out of the loop, but thanks to Jenn at Girly Dos and my friend Amy, I won curlers! This may seem silly to some, but I am so pumped that I won anything! I mean I have zero luck, so this is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and hopefully I will once again become a faithful blogger. I am going to end with this tag from my sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One Word TagYou can only use one word to answer...it's harder than you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? kitchen&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? kind&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? blessing&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? traveling&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? posterity&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? none&lt;br /&gt;8 Your favorite drink? 7up&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? eternity&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you’re in? living room&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? loss&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? here&lt;br /&gt;14. What you’re not? messy&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? lemon&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list items? table&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you grew up? here&lt;br /&gt;18. The last thing you did? cleaned&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? comfies&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite gadget? phone&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? borrowed&lt;br /&gt;22. Your computer? handy&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? grey&lt;br /&gt;24. Missing someone? Kiley&lt;br /&gt;25. Your car? works&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you’re not wearing? socks&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite store? Target&lt;br /&gt;28. Like someone? Hubby&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? purple&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? noon&lt;br /&gt;32. TAG? Anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-656153487430043721?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/656153487430043721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=656153487430043721' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/656153487430043721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/656153487430043721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-well-for-now.html' title='I&apos;m back. . . well for now.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7976779479548047527</id><published>2008-08-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:15:11.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well!</title><content type='html'>We had a sonogram yesterday, and everything looked great! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;We have a tiny person with a tiny beating heart!&lt;/span&gt; I was so excited and amazed. I am amazed at the technology advances in just the last seven years. The sonogram was so detailed! We could see arm buds, leg buds, everything. When I had an early sonogram with Kiley, it was a blurry bean with a heart beat! Even more amazing, Heavenly Father created all of this spectacular creation process. I stand in awe every time I see a new baby! The fact that a person is suddenly where there once was no one is amazing! We are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;8 weeks along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and it all looks great so far! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I feel so blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Those of you who know me well, you know I am an anxious worrier, and lately I keep thinking of this song that Amber Richards (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stalder&lt;/span&gt;) and her mom sang at my baptism. I found it in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playlists&lt;/span&gt;, and I just love it. I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who listens and loves me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7976779479548047527?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7976779479548047527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7976779479548047527' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7976779479548047527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7976779479548047527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-is-well.html' title='All is well!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7957169423408025060</id><published>2008-08-18T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:07:59.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of different things</title><content type='html'>First, we'll start with the first day of school. Kiley loved it; she has a wonderful teacher and great friends in her class. She was up at the crack of dawn and ready to go. I can't believe how old she's getting. It really breaks my heart. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236028319240916002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SKocA8I9jCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_kz37E9L_aQ/s320/August+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236028439307448418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SKocH7bDcGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vtd6KEmMVWk/s320/August+08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan started preschool, and he also loved it. He has the same teacher Kiley had, and she's wonderful. His best buddy, Josh, is in his class so Ryan's world is terrific after the first week of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236028459981994594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SKocJIcP-mI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1QcNpwJS8Xk/s320/August+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236028474228928594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SKocJ9g-8FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/yDmE0gCmAqw/s320/August+08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryson was sad to see both of them go. He went and laid in Ryan's bed; it was so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236028524784251410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SKocM52T8hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PuXECtA4c-0/s320/August+08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, we would like to say goodbye to our dog. I don't have a picture of him to post, but he died Saturday night. He was apparently hit by a car. If anyone has advice about how to console a very sad four year old who misses his dog, please let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, I am so sick. My mother-in-law is here for a few days to help me, and I am so grateful for her and my mom. I literally feel like I can't get ready, I can't cook dinner, I can't even think without feeling like throwing up. I am grateful to feel like this, but I am also miserable. I'll let everyone know how far we are and if everything is okay after our sonogram later in the week. If anyone has any tips on feeling better, let me know. I've tried ginger, tea, Saltines, Zofran, and I'm now on Phenergan (? spelling). This medicine wards off the throwing up but not the nausea, and I can only take 1/4 and 1/2 doses at a time because it knocks me out! Yuck! Like I said, I know it's a good sign, so I'm just trying to think of it that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7957169423408025060?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7957169423408025060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7957169423408025060' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7957169423408025060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7957169423408025060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/lots-of-different-things.html' title='Lots of different things'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SKocA8I9jCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_kz37E9L_aQ/s72-c/August+08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-9072428530600676730</id><published>2008-08-10T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:41:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here's a question:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do the following things have in common?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laying on the couch a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't eat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crying for no apparent reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't stand the smell of Anything!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never getting ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having ZERO patience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling so thankful to be feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired, hungry, SICK, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I could start crying or get really mad.&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting fatter and fatter as if by the day.&lt;br /&gt;And, if you know what is best, you’ll stay out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;I sent my son to a friend's not sure what he wore.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, still when I think about it, I think one more.&lt;br /&gt;One more blessing would be so great,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like the news can no longer wait.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you guessed it, it’s baby number four!&lt;br /&gt;Another sweet person to love and adore.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like, I’m already 6 or 7 weeks along.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, everything is growing healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited, worried, blessed, and in love&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am grateful for my gift from above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know when or how to tell everyone; howver, everyone is quickly catching on, so here it is. We are, of course, scared because of the last miscarriage, but we are getting a sonogram done in a week and a half, and hopefully everything will be well. I am very sick which is a great sign, and Chris says I am DEFINITELY having pregnancy mood swings (I hope he's blessed for putting up with me through all these babies). This new little blessing should be here at the end of March or first of April. I couldn't feel more blessed! Leave a post or call when you see this so we know who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233124452045521874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SJ_K9n2Vg9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/bU2mDgfgCNw/s320/July+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-9072428530600676730?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9072428530600676730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=9072428530600676730' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/9072428530600676730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/9072428530600676730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SJ_K9n2Vg9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/bU2mDgfgCNw/s72-c/July+08+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7804373580641026031</id><published>2008-07-29T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:07:26.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>I've been watching HGTV's Design Star. It's a competition where people compete to design the best rooms. One of the finalists, Jen, painted this really cool leaf design in one of her rooms. I loved it, so here it is. The first picture is Jen's design, the rest are my recreations on my own wall. Let me know what you think. I was really excited to try something different. I feel like I live in beige land, so this was a quick easy was to change it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228560191765525314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SI-TytTus0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/arJCuWPHpbw/s320/Photo_Video_143756138_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228560198090089250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SI-TzE3n4yI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xKsL0zVo3Uk/s320/July+08+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228560208770038242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SI-Tzsp6-eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YT5E3Xfk4WE/s320/July+08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228560217822346434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SI-T0OYKPMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pgG7I8W3DNo/s320/July+08+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7804373580641026031?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7804373580641026031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7804373580641026031' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7804373580641026031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7804373580641026031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SI-TytTus0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/arJCuWPHpbw/s72-c/Photo_Video_143756138_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7995288629665509565</id><published>2008-07-22T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:48:36.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24th of July in 2 Places!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYqrb0FpxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xQBmYlswjMY/s1600-h/DSC05983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225911343299012370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYqrb0FpxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xQBmYlswjMY/s200/DSC05983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYqr9miKLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Tw24Ct5fetM/s1600-h/DSC05946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225911352368965810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYqr9miKLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Tw24Ct5fetM/s200/DSC05946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoOW4-rYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vNerRtgJcT0/s1600-h/DSC06005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908644737887618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoOW4-rYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vNerRtgJcT0/s200/DSC06005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoOq_wnuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ODHe9rQnmPs/s1600-h/DSC05947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908650135035618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoOq_wnuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ODHe9rQnmPs/s200/DSC05947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoPC0tORI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6fX3MHjvJeI/s1600-h/DSC05958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908656531126546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoPC0tORI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6fX3MHjvJeI/s200/DSC05958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoPcZ9vYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2rYRdT2Iu5M/s1600-h/DSC05998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908663398284674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoPcZ9vYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2rYRdT2Iu5M/s200/DSC05998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoPx67fTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/niiZZ2XA35o/s1600-h/DSC06004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908669173693746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYoPx67fTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/niiZZ2XA35o/s200/DSC06004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I were able to be here for the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; festivities at the football field, but we also made a surprise trip to Snowflake. For some reason, the unplanned trips always turn out to be the funnest. At 8:00pm on Friday night, we decided to head up there. We only told my sister-in-law, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, we were coming. We left at 9:00 and were there a little after midnight. My mother-in-law was so surprised. We stayed up talking, got up early, went to their parade, ate lunch, Chris and the kids rode 4-wheelers, and we came home. It was fast but fun. The kids loved seeing all of their cousins, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; was hilarious. I think he knows how cute he is. Thanks TJ for taking all the pictures. (My camera could not withstand Bryson EATING the lens.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7995288629665509565?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7995288629665509565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7995288629665509565' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7995288629665509565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7995288629665509565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/24th-of-july-in-2-places.html' title='24th of July in 2 Places!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SIYqrb0FpxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xQBmYlswjMY/s72-c/DSC05983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-8036063934036020412</id><published>2008-07-17T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:42:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SH_Kub_yskI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Ey8UANFn9Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116991911178818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SH_Kub_yskI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Ey8UANFn9Y/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, sorry I post so much about my kids, but they're funnier than me. So, we're walking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart yesterday, and I'm looking for Children's Tylenol, and this is the discussion I had with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley: "Awesome, they have this drink in chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla. It looks yummy, and I think it's healthy. Is it healthy mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over at the stacked Ensure boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, it's healthy, but we don't need any. It's for old people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley: "Then you should get some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm not old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Yes sir Mommy. You're old and we're new, so you that drink is for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny to hear him say new instead of young and not so funny that they were completely serious about me being old. I guess, in their eyes, I am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, they're a lot "newer" than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-8036063934036020412?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8036063934036020412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=8036063934036020412' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8036063934036020412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8036063934036020412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-old-am-i.html' title='How Old Am I?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SH_Kub_yskI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Ey8UANFn9Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-6404877021894108834</id><published>2008-07-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:11:07.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SHrfr68TaNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wAmV16sqI9s/s1600-h/birds-bees-logo-1553.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222732663539067090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SHrfr68TaNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wAmV16sqI9s/s200/birds-bees-logo-1553.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we had an interesting talk with Kiley. Yep, you guessed it we had "the talk." She wanted to know where babies come from, and up till now, we have told her that when a man and woman get married, they pray for a baby, and Heavenly Father sends one if they're ready. This answer was apparently insufficient for a six year old. She wanted to know how He, "just sent them?" I did my best to explain it as rationally as I could. I explained that Heavenly Father does play a huge role, but it is also part of the mom and dad's role. I told her that it involved "special parts," and I reminded her of how sacred this experience was and told her this is why people should be married. I said "um" about 50 thousand times, but all in all I think it came out okay. She was very mature about the whole thing. She listened, giggled a little, asked too many questions, but I think she really understood. Ryan, on the other hand, was listening the whole time with a strange grossed out look. I think this is a touchy subject. I didn't want to wait until they already knew all the wrong things, but I also didn't want to be to graphic. Chris and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; about how we were told and had some laughs. I said that I could borrow a book from a friend of mine, but my mom said her parents used a book, and it horrified her. If any of you have any suggestions for future questions, please post them, and good luck to any one getting ready for this interesting experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-6404877021894108834?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6404877021894108834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=6404877021894108834' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6404877021894108834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6404877021894108834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/tonight-we-had-interesting-talk-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SHrfr68TaNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wAmV16sqI9s/s72-c/birds-bees-logo-1553.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-3065319290040504209</id><published>2008-07-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:03:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>This was on my friend MaryAnn's blog.. it is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you first meet the 1st person on your list?&lt;/strong&gt; Amy is the sister of my high school best friend, Amber. She is so fun and always has been. I think the first time I met her was at my friend's birthday party. She was the cool older sister everyone wanted to hang out with. If it wasn't at the birthday party I met her, it was when I was hanging out with Amber one day and she took me for a ride in her pinto while Ace of Base was blarring! As I think about that I can actually hear the songs! Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like about the third person on your list's blog?&lt;/strong&gt; Kooliana was in the same grade in high school but in a different town. She was always so cute and happy all the time. I haven't been around her in awhile, but judging from her blog, she is a great mom and still always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like best about the 5th and 6th people on your list? &lt;/strong&gt;Emily is 5th and she is wonderful. I don't think I have ever hear her say a bad thing about anyone in her life. She is expecting her first child, and everyone who knows her is thrilled because she will make such a great mom.&lt;br /&gt;Britany is 6th on my list. I went to high school with her and she was always in style. It is no wonder she went to school for cosmotology. She's beautiful and a great mom to her cutie pie little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What impresses you about the 11th and 22nd people on your list? &lt;/strong&gt;The 11th person on my list is Gordon and Nicole. Gordon and Chris were friends in school. Gordon lived with Chris when he and I met, and I was always impressed by how spiritual he was. He also has the biggest smile in the world. I am impressed with Nicole just for looking so good even after having a baby. Way to go girl!&lt;br /&gt;The 22nd person on my list is my mother-in-laws side of the family. They are all such sweet terrific people. Chris's grandpa passed away a few years ago, but Chris still looks up to the example this man set. Chris's grandma is awesome. She raised great kids and has a great attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, the 22nd person is actually Marisa. I know her because we went to school together. She was always so outgoing and friends with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is a memory you have with the 23rd person on your list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 23rd person on the list was my best friend in high school. We went everywhere together and had a lot of fun. Her and Deanne were the ones who took the missionary disscussions with me. Those are of course fond memories for me. I was grateful the first time I met with the missionaries as I could have been so embarrased by my missing piece of eyebrow. Let's go back to the night before, I thought it might be easier to shave my eyebrows rather than pluck. This may have worked except that I sneezed and missed. Oops! My mom filled in the missing piece and I thought I was in the clear. Then, it rained. Yep, my missing piece came shining through. The sister missionaries were so sweet they didn't say anything until the very end, and Amber and Deanne never noticed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-3065319290040504209?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3065319290040504209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=3065319290040504209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3065319290040504209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3065319290040504209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4583436207699628282</id><published>2008-07-03T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:25:03.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's a bunch of random updates about our summer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are in swim and just finished up baseball. I have never been so thankful for an activity being over as I am baseball. I'm glad they have the opportunity to play, but sometimes I wonder why I put us all through it. It is ridiculously hot outside; Ryan, no matter how many times you tell him, will always run to second after hitting the ball?; and Kiley hates to, "get all sweaty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming has been fun this year for all of us except Bryson. I decided to take a job as swim instructor. I thought it would be a great way to make a little extra money and really be a part of something the kids (mainly Kiley) really love. It worked out well, and other than having the grossest feeling hair in the world, I enjoyed doing it. Poor Bryson; however, did not like it. The combination of the heat and not being able to go to mom got to him. The crying got to me, so I quit. The kids are still in swim, I found a great replacement, and I promised I would sub anytime. Here's a picture of all of us leaving in the morning and Ryan with his tongue out as he swims. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218883999192253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SG0zWK_TA9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/KKyWaiJYC1E/s200/July+08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218884010595991986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SG0zW1eKQbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9iNdtNKtXSM/s200/June+08+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kiley also did a cheer camp with her friend Raynee, and she got her picture in the paper. She was so cute out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218883989259041634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SG0zVl_CO2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/aj4FuiexxMQ/s200/July+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picute from the paper below. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218883985602536082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SG0zVYXQYpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B4PSAtwecqU/s200/Kiley+in+newspaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chris has been working on our yard, and it looks great. For once, we have grass. Chris and his friend, Marco, laid sod a couple of weeks ago, and it is taking root. I am amazed. We can't grow anything, so this feels like quite an accomplishment. Plus, the trees we planted earlier in the year are still alive! Hooray! I think by next year, we'll be ready to take on gardening. If anyone out there can give me some pointers, they would be greatly appreciated. I even have a plant in the bathroom that has been growing for months! I feel so Martha Stewartish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218885050741614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SG00TYUM6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HJvTuG145nk/s200/June+08+291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218884001119186354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SG0zWSKtrbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SAl208J8R-Y/s200/June+08+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We hope you are all having a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-4583436207699628282?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4583436207699628282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4583436207699628282' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4583436207699628282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4583436207699628282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SG0zWK_TA9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/KKyWaiJYC1E/s72-c/July+08+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5426009479811868347</id><published>2008-06-25T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:22:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGM03q02_bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/64_OmoG149k/s1600-h/June+08+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weekends ago; my dad, stepmom, grandma, and sisters came down. We haven't seen them for three years, so it was fun to see how much everyone has changed. I'm sure most of you didn't know I had sisters. Well, I have one stepsister, Ashley (Yes, you read that right), and one half-sister, Savannah. Here's a picture of the three of us. We took pictures that said Happy Father's Day Dad. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMu0NDQ61I/AAAAAAAAAO8/zdVuUow4jk4/s1600-h/June+08+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216064267816594258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMu0NDQ61I/AAAAAAAAAO8/zdVuUow4jk4/s320/June+08+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMu0U996gI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XqYeMmFnEX0/s1600-h/June+08+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216064269941860866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMu0U996gI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XqYeMmFnEX0/s320/June+08+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While they were here, we went to the mountains to ride 4-wheelers. Here's a picture of Chris and my dad trying to get the gas stove to light. We forgot matches, so these two crazy people decided to use jumper cables and rebar (Men are so weird). It worked we cooked great hot dogs and later found a box of matches in Chris's truck. Oh well, it made for a great memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMu0t-PZsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BNDyownxQBg/s1600-h/June+08+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216064276653893314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMu0t-PZsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BNDyownxQBg/s320/June+08+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Kiley. I took it while we were doing the Father's Day sign. She is actually pouting, but I really love the way she looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216067634339183234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMx4KUy-oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/UWwN0GXS86I/s320/June+08+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Chris and the kids rolling down the hills at EA. It was fun except when rolling down hills, kids should try not to put feet and heads near each other. Ryan looked like a boxer for a few days. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216067624419663362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMx3lXzHgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mGMublTqbvE/s320/June+08+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's Kiley, Savanna, and Ashley. Cute Girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5426009479811868347?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5426009479811868347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5426009479811868347' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5426009479811868347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5426009479811868347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/couple-of-weekends-ago-my-dad-stepmom.html' title='Family Visit'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SGMu0NDQ61I/AAAAAAAAAO8/zdVuUow4jk4/s72-c/June+08+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5839636539152526394</id><published>2008-06-22T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:10:57.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kiley</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346372580074&amp;amp;site=widget-ea.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346372580074&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/p1/648518346372580074/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346372580074&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/p2/648518346372580074/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346372580074&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/p4/648518346372580074/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley turned six this week! Her party was back in May so she could invite her friends. We had a finger paint day, and it was a blast; unfortunately, I can't find those pictures. So, here's the ones from this week. Kiley had our normal birthday morning. Then, we went to the pool, so Mommy could go to work and she could do lessons. Later, Kiley went with Mommy and Nana to get pedicures, and the whole family went to see Kung Fu Panda. We came home for presents and cake. It was a lot of fun. I can't believe my baby is six! Ki is so sweet, smart, creative, and thoughtful. She is a great sister, always a leader, and the best daughter in the world. We love you Kiley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5839636539152526394?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5839636539152526394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5839636539152526394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5839636539152526394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5839636539152526394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-slide-show_22.html' title='Happy Birthday Kiley'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5573592435352931370</id><published>2008-06-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:27:45.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SFdKzJefeJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wmjpUIksPAU/s1600-h/June+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212717336282232978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SFdKzJefeJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wmjpUIksPAU/s320/June+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SFdJLeKR80I/AAAAAAAAAOo/egiYgQOa3uA/s1600-h/June+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This may seem like a silly post, but I can't tell you how much grief this wall has cost me. Chris started this wall almost 4 months ago. He thought it would be a quick project, but it was way more work than we realized. He built it almost 2 feet high all the way around before I convinced him to let the pros do it. We hired the pros to do it, they brought about 10 guys, and it was done in 6 hours. It was amazing to watch! I am so proud of Chris though. He really worked hard, and he did a great job. I am thankful for a husband who can do anything he puts his mind to. Anyway, I love the wall. It makes me feel like my kids are safer, and neighbors are happy the dog is finally confined to the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5573592435352931370?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5573592435352931370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5573592435352931370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5573592435352931370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5573592435352931370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SFdKzJefeJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wmjpUIksPAU/s72-c/June+08+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7086582923550877685</id><published>2008-06-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:27:40.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SEySyLV4YSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ccH2RSQQjE8/s1600-h/May+08+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209700259696501026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SEySyLV4YSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ccH2RSQQjE8/s320/May+08+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SEySzgOLxPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5-__nfV-3WA/s1600-h/May+08+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209700282481231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SEySzgOLxPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5-__nfV-3WA/s320/May+08+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209700274907153394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SEySzEAYg_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/YLSs6PbhcG4/s320/May+08+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My intro song fits this new post, turn the volume up and listen. I had to write a quick post about these three crazy boys. Ryan has two great friends, Clint and Josh. They are all so sweet, and the three of them are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! They love to do things together and they get along great. I couldn't ask for better friends for my son. I hope they are always great friends growing and learning together. I am thankful for them and their wonderful families for raising such great boys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7086582923550877685?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7086582923550877685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7086582923550877685' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7086582923550877685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7086582923550877685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-ol-boys.html' title='Good ol&apos; boys!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SEySyLV4YSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ccH2RSQQjE8/s72-c/May+08+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-3795912223532987728</id><published>2008-06-03T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:47:11.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEYLAND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-00.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346371374848&amp;amp;site=widget-00.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346371374848&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p1/648518346371374848/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346371374848&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p2/648518346371374848/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346371374848&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p4/648518346371374848/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom is wonderful! She decided to take some money and go on a once in a lifetime trip to Disneyland! It was wonderful! Here's a brief overview of our trip:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1: Fly to California. Nana and I had tickets to go see Wicked; however, Ryan came down with a high fever and a bad rash that landed us at urgent care in California. Hours later we learned he had a virus called Fitz Disease or the slapped cheek disease! He was okay on Motrin. We missed Wicked, but were glad Ryan was seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2: Disneyland! I can't tell you all how much fun we had. The kids loved it. We got to eat breakfast with Minnie and Friends and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a highlight. Kiley loved Minnie Mouse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of the trip asked that we refer to her as Minnie! Ryan loved all the characters, except Captain Hook, but he especially loved seeing Tiger and Mickey Mouse! Later, during one of the shows, Ryan was chosen to be the Beast and dance with Belle! I was so excited! He makes a perfect prince. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; was a perfect baby all day. He loved the rides and was just happy to be carried all day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3: We went to California Adventure. It had some great rides. I'm not big on the whole ride thing, but I loved some of them. Chris was crazy and rode this giant ride that drops you! The kids loved the P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ixar&lt;/span&gt; games and shows and Ryan went Crazy for Playhouse Disney! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4: We decided to try Sea World. It was fun, but I wouldn't do it again. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; too much for one trip. Everyone was exhausted, but it was cool to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; and feed the dolphins. We went out for dinner, and went to the beach! It was 9pm and we went to the beach, but Kiley wouldn't leave California without seeing the ocean! This beach was beautiful and the cool part was that we had the whole thing to ourselves. Ki and Ryan loved it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; not so much. It was beautiful and it always reminds we of how amazing Heavenly Father is to create such wonderful things!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 5: We flew home. It was a wonderful trip! Thanks Nana for taking us! We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-3795912223532987728?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3795912223532987728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=3795912223532987728' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3795912223532987728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/3795912223532987728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='DISNEYLAND!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5638525205785020444</id><published>2008-05-23T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:19:13.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow up too fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDbeGx1FrMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PoqXooo71Q8/s1600-h/May+08+320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203590627509775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDbeGx1FrMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PoqXooo71Q8/s320/May+08+320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This post makes me so sad. Kiley is finished with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. I am so proud of her. She is such a great student and a wonderful daughter. I feel like it was just the other day that I was crying because she was leaving for the first day of school. Kiley is my helper, my friend, always creating something, always watching over her little brothers, always making new friends, always making others feel right at home. She is my daughter, and I am so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDbeHB1FrNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jKimRlSoISc/s1600-h/May+08+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203590631804742866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDbeHB1FrNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jKimRlSoISc/s320/May+08+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PS - Here's a picture of the back of her hair. MaryAnn gave me the cutest website with all these fun hair ideas, so I tried one! She's adorable.&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/4812459429693096564-5638525205785020444?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5638525205785020444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5638525205785020444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5638525205785020444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5638525205785020444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-grow-up-too-fast.html' title='They grow up too fast!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDbeGx1FrMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PoqXooo71Q8/s72-c/May+08+320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4864464493125626034</id><published>2008-05-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:58:07.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDWkYB1FrLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JpIJXDXjfQg/s1600-h/MarysHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203245677211397298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDWkYB1FrLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JpIJXDXjfQg/s400/MarysHeart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture, and I am is need of a great picture like this for my front room. I figured this contest is worth a shot. Check out this blog to enter this awesome giveaway opportunity, &lt;a href="http://matageframing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://matageframing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Even if I don't get drawn, I love the picture on this blog of "When Did He Know?" It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth looking at. It was a great opportunity to think of Christ as a child. To look at the way Mary adores her little one, the way mothers do makes me want to cry. What great pieces of meaningful art. &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/4812459429693096564-4864464493125626034?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4864464493125626034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4864464493125626034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4864464493125626034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4864464493125626034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-this-picture-and-i-am-is-need-of.html' title='Beautiful Artwork'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDWkYB1FrLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JpIJXDXjfQg/s72-c/MarysHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5513941190106581469</id><published>2008-05-18T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:33:50.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of year FuN!</title><content type='html'>The end of the school year is crazy. I feel like every other day is another event. So, here are a few of the things we've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kiley had a kindergarten show, "Get Up and Grow," a couple of weeks ago. She makes such a great tulip, Haley and Kiley planned their flower together, and they were adorable. All of the kids did great. Kiley didn't even look nervous during her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860118523902434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4N5fjeeI/AAAAAAAAANI/fshuJ2rbU2Q/s200/May+08+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A little late, I know, but I had a great Mother's Day. I can't believe I am showing this picture, but it was all I had. Chris and the kids made me breakfast in bed. I opened the coolest Crystal Light container vase I've ever seen, and some beautiful homemade cards. At church, the kids filled out these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;questionnaires&lt;/span&gt; about their mom. Ryan's was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! He said that if he could get me anything for Mother's day it would be "a gold Transformer!" And, just about every other question had, "cornbread" for the answer! Apparently he was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4OZfjefI/AAAAAAAAANQ/onUYUOkUDHg/s1600-h/May+08+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860127113837042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4OZfjefI/AAAAAAAAANQ/onUYUOkUDHg/s200/May+08+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. The kids had their end-of-year gymnastics show. I pity his gymnastics teachers. He was crazy! He ran around the whole time literally bouncing off the walls. I don't know how they control all those boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4OpfjegI/AAAAAAAAANY/aZ8EiYH9qKA/s1600-h/May+08+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860131408804354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4OpfjegI/AAAAAAAAANY/aZ8EiYH9qKA/s200/May+08+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Kiley was super cute in her show. She does a pretty good cartwheel. All I know, is there is no way I could do any of the things they attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860139998738978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4PJfjeiI/AAAAAAAAANo/OpGkB7Dfs6k/s200/May+08+309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Ryan graduated from preschool! He looked adorable! I can't believe his first year is over. He learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; and made wonderful friends. Again, the teachers are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt;! I have no idea how they handled this class of mostly boys. Each kid was given a certificate of recognition for something. He was given an award for being one of the three musketeers. I will post about this soon, but Ryan has two great friends, Clint and Josh, and they love playing together. Every morning of preschool Ryan would say he wasn't going unless they were there. They are such good boys. One day we will owe Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scorse's&lt;/span&gt; first education to Clint and Josh for going to preschool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4O5fjehI/AAAAAAAAANg/TIO62TwV0Pw/s1600-h/May+08+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860135703771666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4O5fjehI/AAAAAAAAANg/TIO62TwV0Pw/s200/May+08+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5513941190106581469?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5513941190106581469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5513941190106581469' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5513941190106581469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5513941190106581469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-year-fun.html' title='End of year FuN!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SDC4N5fjeeI/AAAAAAAAANI/fshuJ2rbU2Q/s72-c/May+08+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1278264700561828817</id><published>2008-05-11T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:03:23.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryan - May 5th</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346370600188&amp;amp;site=widget-fc.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346370600188&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/p1/648518346370600188/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346370600188&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/p2/648518346370600188/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan turned 4! He had a wonderful water party the Saturday before his birthday. We borrowed the Draper's water slide and it was a blast. The kids really enjoyed it. Thanks Ash!&lt;br /&gt;On his birthday, we had our normal birthday breakfast. Later that evening, we went with two of his friend's families (The Drapers and The Mangums) to watch "Iron Man." The boys loved it and spent the rest of the night being Iron Man. Ryan had his cake and opened the rest of his presents and seemed to have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is such a great kid. He makes me exhausted, but he is the sweetest kid ever. He loves to hug everyone and can't stand to let anyone be sad. He is a great son, a fantastic friend, an awesome grandson, and my favorite 4 year old boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1278264700561828817?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1278264700561828817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1278264700561828817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1278264700561828817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1278264700561828817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-out-my-slide-show_11.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryan - May 5th'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5648290821286789325</id><published>2008-05-06T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:30:56.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Deano - April 29th</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-25.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346370430245&amp;amp;site=widget-25.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346370430245&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p1/648518346370430245/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346370430245&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p2/648518346370430245/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deano&lt;/span&gt; had a great first birthday. His party was semi-canceled because of the chicken pox scare. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, a few friends still came to celebrate in this great day. It feels like I have waited so long for him to be a year old, and I am so glad it is finally here. I am thankful for his health and how far he's come. He is so much fun! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; is walking everywhere, making messes constantly, giving lots of hugs and kisses, making sure Kiley and Ryan don't get too much attention, saying several words, and just staying busy being oh so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5648290821286789325?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5648290821286789325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5648290821286789325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5648290821286789325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5648290821286789325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Happy Birthday Deano - April 29th'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5416065305022098416</id><published>2008-05-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:23:11.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpions are not my friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SB59a_N_BeI/AAAAAAAAANA/q9jVY9D0rqc/s1600-h/bark+scorpions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196728922632291810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SB59a_N_BeI/AAAAAAAAANA/q9jVY9D0rqc/s200/bark+scorpions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago I saw a baby scorpion run across Ryan's foot! I killed it, freaked out all day, had Chris spray, and prayed we woldn't see anymore. This afternoon after church, Bryson was sitting in the floor, Chris picked him up and they walked out of the room. I walked right where Bryson had been sitting and got stung by a scorpion! I was so thankful for Heavenly Father showing me the scorpion was there before one of my kids got really hurt. I am so paranoid. I am going to put Bryson's crib legs in glasses of water which I read would help, but I am truly scared of these little visitors around my children especially Bryson. We get sprayed reguarly, but I'm wondering if any of you have any advice? Between this and the gila monster we found on Thursday, I am starting to get really nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5416065305022098416?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5416065305022098416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5416065305022098416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5416065305022098416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5416065305022098416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/scorpions-are-not-my-friends.html' title='Scorpions are not my friends!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SB59a_N_BeI/AAAAAAAAANA/q9jVY9D0rqc/s72-c/bark+scorpions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-917900172056865256</id><published>2008-04-26T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:50:45.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken pox, dish detergent, and the temple</title><content type='html'>Okay, you might be wondering what in the world the things in the title have to do with each other. Well, they are way too related in our lives lately.&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I decided to take a trip for our 7th wedding anniversary (I can't believe it's been that long). We booked two nights at a resort in Scottsdale with a water park. We thought, "We'll do dinner, the temple, some shopping, swimming, and sleeping in. This will be great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193780732526265778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SBQEDvN_BbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0jZ15q3lygk/s200/chicken+pox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then, Wednesday morning, Kiley woke up with chicken pox! That's right, chicken pox. She's had her vaccine and everything. At first I thought no big deal. We all got chicken pox; it's just a right of passage. Then, I started reading online and found that it can be very harmful to young children who haven't been vaccinated and take steroids! So, Chris and I rushed Bryson to the pediatrician's office in Tucson. We got him an early varicella vaccine hoping to ward off the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193780736821233090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SBQED_N_BcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sJ5wfQ6QorM/s200/cascade.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then, Thursday, Bryson got hold of a dishwasher detergent package. He swallowed some of the powder and all heck broke loose. I called poison control; they panicked and told me to rush him to the hospital. I couldn't because I had Kiley, Chris was out of town, and Nana was in a meeting. Since Ki and Bryson can't be in the same car, I called my good friend Hope. She rushed over to watch the older kids. What a great friend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took Bryson to the hospital and Chris and Nana came to help. We are standing outside and Bryson breaks out in this awful rash. We rush him in the give him Benadryl and never do understand why the rash came. Thankfully, his breathing stayed great, they released us, and we promised we were still going to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193780741116200402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SBQEEPN_BdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/chUXhFtigEU/s200/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law came to take care of the healthy kids, my mom was here to take care of Kiley, and Chris and I went to Mesa. We had a good time except for the chronic worry about my kids. The temple was beautiful! It will be great to have one here. We left the temple and got a phone call that Ryan had come down with chicken pox! This is so rare we can hardly believe it. Only 2% of vaccinated children get chicken pox. Why my kids are the 2%, no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we cut our trip short and came hope this afternoon. Thanks moms for letting us go for the night. We couldn't have done this without you. Seriously, what would the world be like without great moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems okay, but now we are just waiting to see if Bryson gets it. We pray hard he doesn't. Some of the side effects sound really scary. His birthday is in a couple days, and I can't believe what a long first year this little man has had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, let this be a lesson to us. Satan will do anything to keep you away from the temple. I'm glad we didn't let him win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-917900172056865256?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/917900172056865256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=917900172056865256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/917900172056865256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/917900172056865256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/04/chicken-pox-dish-detergent-and-temple.html' title='Chicken pox, dish detergent, and the temple'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SBQEDvN_BbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0jZ15q3lygk/s72-c/chicken+pox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7100889084348867677</id><published>2008-04-21T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:30:32.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxmmGNAOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zFdeNuwm00w/s1600-h/April+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191719747071049954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxmmGNAOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zFdeNuwm00w/s200/April+08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxnmGNARI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z78F5lZaLjs/s1600-h/April+08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191719764250919186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxnmGNARI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z78F5lZaLjs/s200/April+08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxnGGNAPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9TCDCqLy1pM/s1600-h/April+08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxnWGNAQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWp_fRndjKY/s1600-h/April+08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191719759955951874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxnWGNAQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWp_fRndjKY/s200/April+08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dedicating this post to my boys. While Ki is away at school, these boys keep me going. I never knew how much fun they could be. They are always going, always coming up with off the wall stuff to say, and always sweet. My boys are so good at showing me I'm loved. This morning, I cut my foot with a butter knife (don't ask), and Ryan immediately offered up his Spiderman Bandaids. I am so lucky to be their mother. Someday, they will make awesome husbands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7100889084348867677?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7100889084348867677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7100889084348867677' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7100889084348867677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7100889084348867677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAyxmmGNAOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zFdeNuwm00w/s72-c/April+08+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4082068882991928649</id><published>2008-04-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:44:41.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROBIY7_BI/AAAAAAAAALw/B4Q4VnyWxkQ/s1600-h/April+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189358451976567826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROBIY7_BI/AAAAAAAAALw/B4Q4VnyWxkQ/s200/April+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROBoY7_CI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rJG_uiLFZug/s1600-h/April+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189358460566502434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROBoY7_CI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rJG_uiLFZug/s200/April+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROB4Y7_DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jFxUfaQmWXs/s1600-h/April+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189358464861469746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROB4Y7_DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jFxUfaQmWXs/s200/April+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to plant these Purple Flowering Plum trees in our front yard; above are pictures of us in the tornado like wind trying to do this (not a great idea). Ryan got bored, but thought the hole for the tree was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, we are terrible at growing anything! I mean we really have a black thumb. We tried to gow grass several times at our old house and eventually gave into gravel for landscaping. Our whole yard is gravel, and it needed some life. Hopefully, this will turn out well, but if any of you have advice, please let me know. Below I have posted pictures of what the tree should look like in a few years (Left) and what the tree will look like if we touch it (Right). LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROA4Y7-_I/AAAAAAAAALg/6vQHMQQsMmA/s1600-h/Purple+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189358447681600498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROA4Y7-_I/AAAAAAAAALg/6vQHMQQsMmA/s200/Purple+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROA4Y7_AI/AAAAAAAAALo/ihkaeeEUpps/s1600-h/dead+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189358447681600514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROA4Y7_AI/AAAAAAAAALo/ihkaeeEUpps/s200/dead+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-4082068882991928649?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4082068882991928649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4082068882991928649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4082068882991928649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4082068882991928649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-trying-to-plant-these-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/SAROBIY7_BI/AAAAAAAAALw/B4Q4VnyWxkQ/s72-c/April+08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5861076749995436472</id><published>2008-03-31T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:36:54.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HIB07oMyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pwQiUP9gSJw/s1600-h/March+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184144579794318114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HIB07oMyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pwQiUP9gSJw/s200/March+08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HICE7oMzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nIWWWjHgHbU/s1600-h/March+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184144584089285426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HICE7oMzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nIWWWjHgHbU/s200/March+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is here! The weather is warm, windy, and good for kite flying! Weeds are growing! Easter came! The kids are doing activities again! Bryson went to church for his first time since July! And, we are trying out our AC! Yeah! It's looking like it will turn into a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFyk7oMtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qY3LiaRaJMk/s1600-h/March+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFyk7oMtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qY3LiaRaJMk/s1600-h/March+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142118778057426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFyk7oMtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qY3LiaRaJMk/s200/March+08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFy07oMuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zH72WT6M4-g/s1600-h/March+08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142123073024738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFy07oMuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zH72WT6M4-g/s200/March+08+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFyU7oMsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/auNLGAAcHUk/s1600-h/March+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142114483090114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFyU7oMsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/auNLGAAcHUk/s200/March+08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFyk7oMtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qY3LiaRaJMk/s1600-h/March+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HFyk7oMtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qY3LiaRaJMk/s1600-h/March+08+049.jpg"&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/4812459429693096564-5861076749995436472?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5861076749995436472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5861076749995436472' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5861076749995436472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5861076749995436472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R_HIB07oMyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pwQiUP9gSJw/s72-c/March+08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4466636363298591244</id><published>2008-03-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:03:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>THE HISTORY TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. was in kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;2. had a horrible mullet style &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. loved letter people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. just got a driver's license&lt;br /&gt;2. thought the world revolved around high school!&lt;br /&gt;3. had only been a member of the church for 7 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. was taking daily pictures of my beautiful 9 month old, Kiley.&lt;br /&gt;2. was considering taking some classes to pursue a nursing degree.&lt;br /&gt;3. had just moved, and thought our trailer was HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. was trying to remember to take pictures of my handsome 10 month old, Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;2. was dealing with a 3 year old with a broken arm.&lt;br /&gt;3. was finishing prerequisites to start NAU in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1. was almost due with my sweet Bryson.&lt;br /&gt;2. was getting ready to graduate from NAU.&lt;br /&gt;3. was picking out house plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year I...&lt;br /&gt;1. felt blessed as Bryson grows and gets better each day.&lt;br /&gt;2. have wept as my baby went to kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;3. have moved into a beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I...&lt;br /&gt;1. babysat for a friend&lt;br /&gt;2. watched Dan in Real Life&lt;br /&gt;3. took Ryan and his friends to gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Flew kites with the kids&lt;br /&gt;2. Did laundry&lt;br /&gt;3. watched an intense game of Candy Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I...&lt;br /&gt;1. will take Ryan to preschool&lt;br /&gt;2. will take outgrown clothes to storage.&lt;br /&gt;3. hope to buy some flowers for our front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next year I shall...&lt;br /&gt;1. take my highly qualified exam for science.&lt;br /&gt;2. enjoy my kids growing up.&lt;br /&gt;3. sweep my floors over 600 times! (I think I am obsessed with my floors)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-4466636363298591244?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4466636363298591244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4466636363298591244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4466636363298591244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4466636363298591244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1664104982447369860</id><published>2008-03-22T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:13:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Book Tag</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up a book (at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;2. Open to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the fifth sentence on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From ages three to five, children begin to use their imaginations, so encourage them with construction sets, washable crayons or markers, and modeling clay. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks TJ for the aweosme new blog title!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1664104982447369860?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1664104982447369860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1664104982447369860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1664104982447369860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1664104982447369860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-book-tag.html' title='Blog Book Tag'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4505272294039112220</id><published>2008-03-17T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:05:21.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiley looses her first TOOTH!!!</title><content type='html'>Kiley lost her first tooth on Saturday. Maybe this is a silly thing to post about, but I am so excited! I can't believe how fast they grow up. The tooth fairy came with glittery dollar bills, fairy dust on the pillow, and a special fairy bottle for the teeth to be kept in (thanks for the glitter idea Ash). Kiley you rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178769616253369954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R96vhxZePmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pm8T8P6rxYs/s200/Kiley%27s+tooth+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178769642023173746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R96vjRZePnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HLB7KHWxl_o/s200/Kiley%27s+tooth+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178771003527806610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R96wyhZePpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Si9HGj08xJg/s200/Kiley%27s+tooth+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-4505272294039112220?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4505272294039112220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4505272294039112220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4505272294039112220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4505272294039112220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/03/kiley-looses-her-first-tooth.html' title='Kiley looses her first TOOTH!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R96vhxZePmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pm8T8P6rxYs/s72-c/Kiley%27s+tooth+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-5990438028547681004</id><published>2008-03-08T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:02:34.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of changes (good and bad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me start this post with GREAT news. . . Bryson has gained 1/2 pound in one week! We took him to the gastroenterologist on the 29th, and she put him on a high fat diet. When I say high fat, I mean HIGH FAT. He gets heavy cream in his bottles, Haggen Daz ice cream as a snack and butter and oil whenever he pleases. I know, it's every woman's dream diet. He is so lucky! But, it's working, and we are ecstatic! He dropped below the weight on the charts, so it's good to see him back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had surgery on the 6th, and everything went well. He had new tubes put in his ears and his adenoids taken out. He did great other than acting goofy all day. He was hopped up on morphine, threw up in Villiage Inn, and wanted to be held all day. At one point he would come in and chew me out. When I asked what's wrong, I was told that his name was Ryan. Then, out of nowhere, he would sing and act fine. Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bad news. We found out several weeks ago that we were expecting another child. The news was unexpected, but we were still excited. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. We began to miscarry yesterday. I am so sad. I don't know how something that has never been seen, felt, or heard can mean so much, but it definitely does. We are doing okay, and just waiting to get past this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just grateful for my many blessings. I know that the Lord ALWAYS knows better than we do, and difficult as it may be, we must submitt to his will. I have been so richly blessed in my life, and I am thankful for all Heavenly Father has given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-5990438028547681004?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5990438028547681004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=5990438028547681004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5990438028547681004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/5990438028547681004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-full-of-changes-good-and-bad.html' title='Life is full of changes (good and bad)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-2864847917878976598</id><published>2008-02-06T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:31:38.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning, growing, and being kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry, it's been awhile since my last post. Here's how we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiley&lt;/span&gt; is doing great. She is loving her new school, but she misses her teacher and friends in Pima. She got off the bus a couple weeks ago and stated that she wanted a hair cut! So, she got one! It is so cute. She recently learned to ride a bike with no training wheels! We are so proud of her; when he gets an idea in her head, you can bet she'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6ozohknuyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WktoqqkEGjk/s1600-h/miscellaneous+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163996694033447714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6ozohknuyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WktoqqkEGjk/s200/miscellaneous+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6o0XRknuzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Xie67izHgKU/s1600-h/miscellaneous+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163997497192332082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6o0XRknuzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Xie67izHgKU/s200/miscellaneous+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6oy2xknuxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HvMNAgIddlA/s1600-h/miscellaneous+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; is doing great. He recently became a Sunbeam! I can't believe how fast he is growing up! He says he likes primary, but as he says, "but, Mom it's not as fun as nursery cause they don't have enough Golfish and snacks!" As always, he loves to make a mess, and now he loves to mess up Sisa's room while she's at school! What fun! He came down with strep and an ear infection last weekend! We missed our annual trip to the zoo, but took a fun trip to the ER. Poor guy, it looks like we will have to put his tubes back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6o3axknu1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YsrEG2TRLOM/s1600-h/miscellaneous+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164000855856757586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6o3axknu1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YsrEG2TRLOM/s200/miscellaneous+014.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6pCaBknu5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jTldHt8i6JU/s1600-h/miscellaneous+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164012937599761298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6pCaBknu5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jTldHt8i6JU/s200/miscellaneous+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; is doing great. He is into EVERYTHING! His lastest interest, unrolling the toilet paper. It's that wonderful time in a baby's life when doors are closed, cabinets are locked, and plugs are covered! He is so much fun. He loves bathtime, Daddy, and staying up with Mom after Ki and Bubba go to sleep. He says Mama ALL the time, but it is music to my ears! Currently, he has croup, so he's back on steroids, but he still does better each day, and we are hoping for an early spring. If we can keep him off steroids, we can get him allergy tested and find out more about what makes him sick. We'll keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6pDBxknu6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8S4kEaV5Yfc/s1600-h/miscellaneous+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164013620499561378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6pDBxknu6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8S4kEaV5Yfc/s200/miscellaneous+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6o7oBknu3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QuQp45szZ0g/s1600-h/miscellaneous+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164005481536535410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6o7oBknu3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QuQp45szZ0g/s200/miscellaneous+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-2864847917878976598?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2864847917878976598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=2864847917878976598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2864847917878976598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2864847917878976598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-its-been-awhile-since-my-last.html' title='Learning, growing, and being kids'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R6ozohknuyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WktoqqkEGjk/s72-c/miscellaneous+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4727841294748072843</id><published>2008-01-05T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:19:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home!</title><content type='html'>Here's some pictures of our new home. We are glad to finally be home. The kids are loving their big yard and great neighborhood. Bryson is doing awesome here. His breathing sounds great, and we couldn't ask for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346368022330&amp;amp;site=widget-3a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346368022330&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/p1/648518346368022330/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346368022330&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/p2/648518346368022330/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812459429693096564-4727841294748072843?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4727841294748072843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4727841294748072843' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4727841294748072843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4727841294748072843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='We&apos;re Home!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7155310623518276917</id><published>2007-12-27T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:04:46.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned</title><content type='html'>Sorry, we are in the process of settling into our new home, but stay tuned and we will post some pics real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-7155310623518276917?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7155310623518276917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7155310623518276917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7155310623518276917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7155310623518276917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/12/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1345974616687077764</id><published>2007-12-12T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:15:39.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the craziest time of the YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel so overwhelmed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday we are having a yard sale; it's taken 3 weeks to prepare for it, and I really hate yard sales. There are always those people that show up at 4:30 in the morning, and what do you do with all the stuff that doesn't sell. We'll take it to the dump, but that feels so wasteful. Why am I worried about throwing away garbage? It doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next Wednesday, our house should be done!!! Next Friday, I want the town inspector and our appraiser to come inspect it so we can move in ASAP. I can't wait, but I must be crazy to move all of my Christmas stuff! I feel like I've waited and waited; there is just NO way I can wait any longer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I walk in, I feel like I'm dreaming! It is so beautiful! Thanks to good friends, the colors all came together well; I think! The only part I'm not looking forward to is the payment! Ouch! Growing up is no fun! My loan will close the Thursday after Christmas; how scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas is in less than two weeks! Thankfully, I am done shopping! I love Christmas, and it will be awesome to spend it in my new home. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bryson's&lt;/span&gt; first Christmas, and I know it's just another day to him, but it's awesome to his mommy! I love to watch my kids counting down the days. It still makes me excited to watch them tear off those construction paper chains! Kiley tears the red; Ryan tears the green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, in the midst of all this, my stomach started hurting yesterday, and the doctor thinks my gallbladder is going haywire. I need an ultrasound. If it is that, I have to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' gallbladder out! What! It turns out if you are female and have children you increase your risk! Does that seem fair? Seriously, what do the men have to do? They don't have childbirth, cramps, excess fat from pregnancy, stretchmarks, and the older they get the more mature and sexy they are supposed to be. Meanwhile, women get old, fat, and wrinkly. What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, it is the most wonderful time of the year, and the craziest, happiest, grouchiest, time too. But, none of that matters. It only matters that it is Christmas, and Christmas is a blessing for so many reasons.&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/4812459429693096564-1345974616687077764?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1345974616687077764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1345974616687077764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1345974616687077764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1345974616687077764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-craziest-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the craziest time of the YEAR!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-6168791025267384004</id><published>2007-12-02T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:51:21.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from PLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R1N8Zw-TIOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5F_vyyXIklM/s1600-R/Merry+Christmas+from+PLS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139588381844644066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R1N8Zw-TIOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/McwBShcF28w/s200/Merry+Christmas+from+PLS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my husbands Merry Christmas greeting! You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9626561253"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9626561253&lt;/a&gt; . I want to do one for my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-6168791025267384004?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6168791025267384004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=6168791025267384004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6168791025267384004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/6168791025267384004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-pls.html' title='Merry Christmas from PLS'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/R1N8Zw-TIOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/McwBShcF28w/s72-c/Merry+Christmas+from+PLS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-8431984111238131495</id><published>2007-11-23T20:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:07:55.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks and Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346367068888&amp;amp;site=widget-d8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346367068888&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p1/648518346367068888/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346367068888&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p2/648518346367068888/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;amp;id=648518346367068888&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/m/648518346367068888/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812459429693096564-8431984111238131495?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8431984111238131495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=8431984111238131495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8431984111238131495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8431984111238131495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Thanks and Giving'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-2247981660065750646</id><published>2007-11-23T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:24:29.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Blessings</title><content type='html'>We hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! We had a wonderful day out at Jacob and Amy's ranch. They are wonderful people, and we always have fun going to their beautiful home. Kiley loves to visit her best friend Kylie Kathleen, and both kids love to see the cows and horses! Amy prepared an amazing feast! It seriously looked like something out of a home and gardening magazine. She's awesome at stuff like that. Between Amy and my mom, all I had to prepare was rolls, thanks Golden Corral! Above is a slide show of our good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news is that Bryson could use some extra prayers. He is sick for the second time this month and back on steroids. We did everything in our power to keep him well, but when Kiley got sick, he managed to pick it up. Please, pray for him. If you go to the temple, put his name in. I'm trying everything to keep him healthier. I am even changing his baby bottles since I read that some are unsafe in the microwave. Ultimately, it is only Heavenly Father who can help. Thanks for the prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-2247981660065750646?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2247981660065750646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=2247981660065750646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2247981660065750646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/2247981660065750646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful-for-blessings.html' title='Thankful for Blessings'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-8254021249759020618</id><published>2007-11-15T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:33:46.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love about you. . .</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my family. I would like to say something I love about each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Where do I start. She is my rock. She listens to all of my complaints, my joys, my sorrows, my excitments. She puts up with me no matter how grouchy I am. She is the first one I want to tell my news to. She loves my kids so much. She is a great Nana! The kids love her so much especially Ryan. I swear he would live with her if I would let him. I am grateful for her help on the days when I feel like I'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris:&lt;/strong&gt; He is a fabulous husband, and I consider myself the luckiest wife in the world. He treats with respect. He always says "I love you" before he hangs up the phone with me. He is a super hard worker. He's an amazing dad. The kids adore him. He alwasys acts excited to see them and seems disappointed if they are all in bed when he gets home. He holds the priesthood, and that's amazing. Oh, did I mention, he's hot. I love his dimples and his nice body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiley:&lt;/strong&gt; She is so smart! She loves to learn and she is so kind to her brothers. She has been sick for a couple of days, and it is driving her crazy to not be with Bryson. She loves that baby. It is awesome to watch her teach Ryan new things, watch out for both of the boys, and always lend Mommy a hand. She loves to make up jokes and games. She is quite the in charge personality. She keeps us all in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan:&lt;/strong&gt; He is my ball of excitement! I love him so much. He is always full of fun ideas and things you never thought of. He is all boy. He loves Transformers, TMNT, Spiderman, helping dad, and building things. He keeps me running, but he is definately my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryson:&lt;/strong&gt; He is the sweetest baby in the world. He is only 6 months old, but he is always smiling. He constantly lets me know that he loves me. He reaches for me, gives kisses, and pinches my cheeks to show me he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and I am so grateful for all they do for me. I don't do enough to show them everyday that I couldn't live without them. I have such a wonderful life because of the wonderful people I am blessed to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-8254021249759020618?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8254021249759020618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=8254021249759020618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8254021249759020618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/8254021249759020618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-love-about-you.html' title='What I love about you. . .'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1504671751018775200</id><published>2007-11-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:44:59.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Sorry it has been so long since I've posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, Bryson has been quite sick for a couple of days. He has some sort of virus which has irritated his airway. He is back on steroids for a little while, hopefully, he will come off today. Please, keep him in your prayers. It is so scary not knowing what to do for him. The doctors here don't know enough about his condition, so they aren't extremely helpful. We saw the pulmonologist last Friday; he was full of pessimist ideas and worst case scenarios. I just need him to be okay, so please please keep in in your prayers and thoughts. I need that happy little boy more than life itself. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE5GZqcKzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zLJEEYut6NU/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+Pics+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE5GZqcKzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zLJEEYut6NU/s200/Miscellaneous+Pics+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129944232682597170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is fine. The fall tradition of going to the pumpkin patch was fun. This year the kids got to take a friend, so Raynee and Clint came with us. The kids were so cute in their matching shirts, and it was hillarious to hear all the whispers about me having two sets of twins and a baby. Do I look crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE575qcK0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RvuPqlrLAgo/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+Pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE575qcK0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RvuPqlrLAgo/s200/Miscellaneous+Pics+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129945151805598530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a very happy Halloween. They are so cute! They went as Tinkerbell, Peter Pan, and a Lost Boy. I'm not a huge fan of Halloween, but I must admit, those kids make me melt. Now, if I only knew what to do with all that stinking candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE6tJqcK1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NGyUm9rxuKA/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+Pics+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE6tJqcK1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NGyUm9rxuKA/s200/Miscellaneous+Pics+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129945997914155858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzgEP-LfLpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A09lkHWUfPI/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+Pics+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzgEP-LfLpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A09lkHWUfPI/s200/Miscellaneous+Pics+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131856447824408210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is coming along. We're grateful for that! Now that it has been sheet rocked it really looks like a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE7QpqcK2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jRopvoan6yg/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+Pics+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE7QpqcK2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jRopvoan6yg/s200/Miscellaneous+Pics+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129946607799511906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1504671751018775200?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1504671751018775200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1504671751018775200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1504671751018775200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1504671751018775200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RzE5GZqcKzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zLJEEYut6NU/s72-c/Miscellaneous+Pics+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-7426262749897158458</id><published>2007-10-14T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:02:44.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-40.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564247263296&amp;amp;site=widget-40.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564247263296&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-40.slide.com/p1/432345564247263296/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564247263296&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-40.slide.com/p2/432345564247263296/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;amp;id=432345564247263296&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-40.slide.com/m/432345564247263296/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812459429693096564-7426262749897158458?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7426262749897158458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=7426262749897158458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7426262749897158458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/7426262749897158458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1928312180210235057</id><published>2007-10-14T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:13:25.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey all! We've had quite an exciting week or two! We took Bryson to the doctor on Wednesday. We discussed the possibility of using lasers to help correct his breathing problems. We are fasting today for an answer, and we'll let you know what we decide. There are pros and cons to the laser. The pros are that it could make Bryson breathe easier, require the use of steroids less frequently, and allow Bryson to have a more normal life. The negative aspects of this surgery are its risks of a tracheotomy if something goes wrong, it may not prove as effective as we hoped, and it's another surgery with another set of anesthesia etc. So, we are facing a difficult decision! To me, this is the hardest part about being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other excitement includes our house being started! We are so excited. I have never looked at dirt and concrete and thought it was so beautiful. Sorry, there's no pics. Chris has them on his computer, but when I get them, I'll post the show! It's really great to see it started, and it's been a long time coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we finally got family pictures; however, I remembered why it has been so long. It was crazy. Bryson never cries, but he cried through the whole ordeal. Ryan was bored easily with the whole thing. So, the pictures aren't the best we've ever had, but they will have to do till next year. (It will take that long to forget the agony of picture taking with three kids!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1928312180210235057?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1928312180210235057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1928312180210235057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1928312180210235057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1928312180210235057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-all-weve-had-quite-exciting-week-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-4431724443700375313</id><published>2007-09-30T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:53:02.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBIXcUv7TI/AAAAAAAAACY/bI1OnCnhZ6U/s1600-h/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116168744270294322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBIXcUv7TI/AAAAAAAAACY/bI1OnCnhZ6U/s320/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Bryson to the doctor on Friday. It was just a routine appointment. Everything is looking good; we are trying a new allergy medicine, and we are hopeful this will help. We still have some nights that worry Mommy; however, we feel really blessed at how much better he is. Throughout it all, he keeps smiling! We can't take him to church, and it breaks my heart. I see all of these people come in with their adorable babies and I want Bryson to be there. I know it's for the best though. Whatever we have to do to keep him well.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, please meet the baby who is always smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBP5cUv7bI/AAAAAAAAADY/CqMHMHjBeCk/s1600-h/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116177024967241138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBP5cUv7bI/AAAAAAAAADY/CqMHMHjBeCk/s320/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday, after a very quick trip back from Tucson (thanks for going Ashlee) we also had fun at the PLS group party. I am so grateful for all the people Chris works with. Everyone is so nice and a lot of fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom, Chris, and Reed trying to grill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBMqcUv7XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZX0l4Ac4QoA/s1600-h/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116173468734319986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBMqcUv7XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZX0l4Ac4QoA/s320/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hotdogs must be delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen, Ryan, Chris, and Marco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116176148793912738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBPGcUv7aI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2qwrHmkbOsk/s320/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan, Kylie Kathleen, and Kiley Reanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the party we had Kiley's best friend Kylie because her mom just had a baby. (Congrats Amy!) The girls are so cute. Kiley believes you must have the same name to be best friends. I overheard her tell Ryan one day, "I'm sorry you'll never have a best friend." I asked her why she would say such a thing? She knowingly replied it was because she had never even met another Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-4431724443700375313?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4431724443700375313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=4431724443700375313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4431724443700375313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/4431724443700375313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-took-bryson-to-doctor-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RwBIXcUv7TI/AAAAAAAAACY/bI1OnCnhZ6U/s72-c/Pictures+of+the+kids+1+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812459429693096564.post-1266982387709193275</id><published>2007-09-19T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:36:25.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hey everyone! I seem to have a lot of free time at home, so I guess we will join the blogging wagon. I'm not very good at this, but here it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RvMQO8Uv7LI/AAAAAAAAABU/UUxP4NY_ZT8/s1600-h/Kiley+ties+her+shoes+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112447850893012146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RvMQO8Uv7LI/AAAAAAAAABU/UUxP4NY_ZT8/s320/Kiley+ties+her+shoes+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing great! Kiley is in kindergarten, which is really hard to believe, and she loves it! She loves to chase all the boys and picks cute clothes every morning. She just learned to tie her shoes, and she is so proud. She is doing great, and we are so proud of her. She is going to Pima since we were planning on building a house out there. Well, we decided not to build, but now we are asolutely stuck and running out of options. We plan on keeping her in Pima until we decide what to do. She says she always wants to be a Roughrider! She loves horses, so for her Pima is a great fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RvNlwcUv7QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IGL43C_HiUY/s1600-h/Ryan+Loves+Preschool+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112541884906990850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RvNlwcUv7QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IGL43C_HiUY/s320/Ryan+Loves+Preschool+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is going to preschool and really enjoying it. He seems to be doing fine. I can't imagine trying to be his teacher. He is quite the active boy and very stubborn. It took me over an hour just to get him to learn my cell phone number. He's really hyper, but he's also really sweet. He loves to give hugs and kisses and is always trying to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RvMSmMUv7NI/AAAAAAAAABk/eDQeofCH9-Y/s1600-h/Bryson+loves+to+smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112450449348226258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RvMSmMUv7NI/AAAAAAAAABk/eDQeofCH9-Y/s320/Bryson+loves+to+smile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Bryson is doing awesome. Thanks again for all of your prayers. He got a little rough sounding a couple of weeks ago, but he had just got his immunizations. He didn't go into retractions. We treated him with steroids and it seemed to improve. It is such a relief just knowing what is wrong and how to treat it. We continue to pray he will do better and better. We are aprehensive about what winter will bring, but all we can really do is hope for the best. He is such a sweet and happy baby. He's finally gaining weight, and he's up to 14lbs. 5oz.! He loves to roll over and smile at everyone all the time. He is the easiest baby I've ever had. He almost beat Ryan when it comes to sleeping through the night! He's awesome, and we are so blessed to have him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chris and I are fine. I'm happy to be a stay at home mom. I admit, I get a little stir crazy, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I feel so blessed to be able to stay at home and watch my little ones grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris still works all the time, but he's got a great job. We feel really blessed that he gets to work with great people in a great environment. He's doing what he loves, and I'm really proud of my surveyor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope all is well with each of you. I'll try to figure this blog thing out as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812459429693096564-1266982387709193275?l=chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1266982387709193275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812459429693096564&amp;postID=1266982387709193275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1266982387709193275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812459429693096564/posts/default/1266982387709193275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisashleyandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-everyone-i-seem-to-have-lot-of-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13910146153182561685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLWjSMthCO4/RvMQO8Uv7LI/AAAAAAAAABU/UUxP4NY_ZT8/s72-c/Kiley+ties+her+shoes+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
