<?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-2717995730642431472</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:40:42.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ipson Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is the very essence of life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-4808581394474270996</id><published>2011-11-11T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:19:18.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>The Ipson family extends our unwavering gratitude to our veterans.  You valiantly protected and do protect this, the greatest nation in the world.  You are always in our prayers!   I hope that we always prove ourselves worthy of your great sacrifices!   Thank you, thank you, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrOeGWMQAfQ&amp;amp;feature=youtu.be"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;America the Beautiful, we so proudly call you home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I are instilling in our boys a love for this great nation, our brave men and women that valiantly serve in the military and reverence and respect for our beloved flag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEUCWscRQQ/Tr9Pr5uSP5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/mS6kcQ8Xalo/s320/110911_IMG_8531.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674341671158038418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as a small baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xC3IZv7u3ow/Tr9ProBaBLI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SQD8wuhHJcw/s320/110825_IMG_8281.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674341666406401202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again for all that you do past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 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 &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It has been three long years since my nearly perfect brother-in-law, Duane passed away. I wish things got easier, or you missed him less, but its not that way -- it is still hard for all of us. So, this year I am going to share one of my earliest, sweet memories of Duane.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Becky and Duane met and started to date when I was only 8 year old, they were so inseparable that they would stay up late, talking through the night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Duane’s parents didn't want him driving home so late at night so sometimes he just crashed on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One Saturday morning I came out of my room to watch cartoons as I normally did, however, I saw someone on the sofa and raced back to my parent’s room scared!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told my Mom there was a man on the sofa and she just very casually told me, “Megan, don’t worry, it’s just Duane.” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I smiled, shrugged my shoulders and thought “Oh, ok.” And went back out to the living room, turned the TV, sat crossed-leg on the floor and started to watch cartoons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must’ve woke Duane up, because he turned over saw that I was watching cartoons, got up, went into the kitchen poured himself and me a bowel of cereal, came back to where I was in front of the TV, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gave me mine, sat down next to me on the floor and we watch cartoons together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I dearly love and miss my brother-in-law.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He really was so much more like a big brother to me and I will always cherish those little moments we shared.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He really did make my world more secure, happier and complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-1417848505040155780?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1417848505040155780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1417848505040155780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1417848505040155780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1417848505040155780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-years.html' title='Three Years'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8353829541329148027</id><published>2011-10-31T22:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:40:42.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben-Space Bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zack- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Esc&lt;/span&gt; Key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Max-The Mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me-Any Key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAf-CT6VxX4/Tt7lgqXF8wI/AAAAAAAAAek/I7dBgTGNjt4/s320/111031_IMG_9015.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683232129077867266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it is such a fun Holiday get to dress up in something completely different and get to eat&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;CANDY&lt;/span&gt; see all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;different costumes.&lt;/span&gt; Also in my family we order &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PIZZA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-8353829541329148027?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8353829541329148027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8353829541329148027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8353829541329148027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8353829541329148027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAf-CT6VxX4/Tt7lgqXF8wI/AAAAAAAAAek/I7dBgTGNjt4/s72-c/111031_IMG_9015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-522082373552500534</id><published>2011-10-12T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:05:08.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish &amp; Chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is Zack's version of Fish &amp;amp; Chips. What more can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yusB1TyIeH8/TrNDuyTS9xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/B7J6TEn5OGw/s1600/110911_IMG_8535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yusB1TyIeH8/TrNDuyTS9xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/B7J6TEn5OGw/s320/110911_IMG_8535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670950826845337362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-522082373552500534?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/522082373552500534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=522082373552500534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/522082373552500534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/522082373552500534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/10/fish-chips.html' title='Fish &amp; Chips'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yusB1TyIeH8/TrNDuyTS9xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/B7J6TEn5OGw/s72-c/110911_IMG_8535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6800865483686847539</id><published>2011-09-11T09:57:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:21:36.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Never Forget! Will You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;For  the husband who told his wife I love you one last time before his plane  went down in a field, for the wife who stopped in the stairs to call  her husband to say I will love you forever, for the mothers and fathers  who kissed their kids goodbye the morning they died,for the policemen  who rushed in with the firemen to help get others out only to die  themselves, for the soldiers who fought back and lost their lives.  Today, tomorrow, ten years from now, we will remember♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Today marks 10 years since the attack.  Our lives changed forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We as a country, united together and became close to one another.  We wanted to fight for our country.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For those of us who are still standing lets stand together, fight together to elect into office the right people to make this country a better one, to rebuild it into what it was intended to be.  A great country...One nation, under God, indivisible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-weight: normal; font-size: 21px; line-height: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-weight: normal; font-size: 21px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-weight: normal; font-size: 21px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;Ben and I are fighting for our country, we stand united with the purpose rebuild this into "One nation, under God, indivisible!  Ben and I are teaching our boys that we need to stand-up for our rights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are you guys doing? Are you forgetting? I am NOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMgjhI57Mnk/TnFjBbw76RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Nd93R4xUpfs/s1600/100712_img_5223.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMgjhI57Mnk/TnFjBbw76RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Nd93R4xUpfs/s320/100712_img_5223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652407883610712338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 12px;  font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 12px;  font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 12px;  font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 12px;  font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 12px;  font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2717995730642431472-6800865483686847539?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6800865483686847539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6800865483686847539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6800865483686847539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6800865483686847539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-will-never-forget-will-you.html' title='I Will Never Forget! Will You?'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMgjhI57Mnk/TnFjBbw76RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Nd93R4xUpfs/s72-c/100712_img_5223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-5071347060221518479</id><published>2011-09-05T20:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:05:11.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Maxwell Benjamin Ipson was blessed on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;September 4, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful in-laws were able to travel from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; to participate with Max's naming and blessing. Joining Ben in the circle was: My Dad, Pete; Ben's Dad, Larry, Ben's Uncle Alan, Bishop Clutter, Bro. Long, and our Home Teacher Bro. Randy Hill. My nephew Ben, held the microphone. It was a very spiritual sweet moment in our lives. We are so blessed to have this funny, loving little man join our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Max looks a bit bored by the whole proceedings.  He was an absolute angel and never peeped a sound during the blessing.  He wore the gown that his great-grandmother Durney sent Zackary for his blessing.  Again, I cannot stress enough what a wonderful day it was.  The next day we celebrated his blessing with a combined family barbeque!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDAYrLc_iM/TrNB-s_POAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/32_U_DWE5uI/s1600/110904_IMG_8376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDAYrLc_iM/TrNB-s_POAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/32_U_DWE5uI/s320/110904_IMG_8376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670948901273679874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combined family that gathered for the blessing!  Minus my grandparents and Richard &amp;amp; Phyllis Summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbnVA6RIT68/TrNB-OhkT7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/HR9HZsDvjTw/s1600/110904_IMG_8366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbnVA6RIT68/TrNB-OhkT7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/HR9HZsDvjTw/s320/110904_IMG_8366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670948893096169394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-5071347060221518479?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5071347060221518479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=5071347060221518479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5071347060221518479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5071347060221518479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDAYrLc_iM/TrNB-s_POAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/32_U_DWE5uI/s72-c/110904_IMG_8376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1400450533268103925</id><published>2011-08-01T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:38:31.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Max!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVzy-W9wx4Q/TjoTlrZVKXI/AAAAAAAAAck/omZNHr_5xDQ/s1600/DSC01115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVzy-W9wx4Q/TjoTlrZVKXI/AAAAAAAAAck/omZNHr_5xDQ/s200/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636839421632653682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love really is the very essence of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kO7_4BlEKz0/TjoQzFcPpuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Deej7ObJc9c/s400/DSC01117.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636836353427613410" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Gb6dVinZ00/TjoTZCsJ8iI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oMyotJqPbS0/s200/DSC01114.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636839204547326498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Happy birthday and welcome to the wacky Ipson world!  Our little boy was born August 1, 2011 at 11:07 a.m.  He weighed in at 7 lbs. 12.4 oz. and is 21-3/4" long!  He has wave sandy hair and is very alert!  Ben and I couldn't be happier, our life together just keeps getting better and better.  I am truly blessed and am overwhelmed by the love our Heavenly Father has for me.  I never thought I would be so blessed.  I am deeply in love with Ben, Zack and our new little Maxwell Benjamin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2717995730642431472-1400450533268103925?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1400450533268103925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1400450533268103925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1400450533268103925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1400450533268103925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-max.html' title='Happy Birthday Max!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVzy-W9wx4Q/TjoTlrZVKXI/AAAAAAAAAck/omZNHr_5xDQ/s72-c/DSC01115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2481060655139377979</id><published>2011-07-31T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:55:55.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, the ticker is right --  I am . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;40 weeks and 1 day pregnant.  I am officially overdue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2481060655139377979?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2481060655139377979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2481060655139377979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2481060655139377979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2481060655139377979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/yep-ticker-is-right-i-am.html' title='Yep, the ticker is right --  I am . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7808345391103679542</id><published>2011-07-27T22:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:41:34.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Oscar . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The combination of the oppressive heat and being 9 months pregnant has turned me into:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ytEuURcyrU/TjDZzGuMLeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fqSefivfMd4/s320/th_oscar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634242605841395170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The good news is, if I do not deliver this little one by Monday morning, I am going to be induced.  Ben and I are to report to the hospital at 5 a.m. Monday, August 1st.   Thank you Ben for being so loving and patient!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-7808345391103679542?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7808345391103679542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7808345391103679542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7808345391103679542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7808345391103679542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-call-me-oscar.html' title='Just Call Me Oscar . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ytEuURcyrU/TjDZzGuMLeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fqSefivfMd4/s72-c/th_oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-5969222323820626185</id><published>2011-07-20T23:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:32:34.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barefoot and Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lyyaCStOmk/Tihwhkb0LsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LYjtjmmHarU/s320/DSC01082.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631875056045141698" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGOgYlkHAlA/TiemEMt7NtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-uSKOWlsGI8/s1600/DSC00020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGOgYlkHAlA/TiemEMt7NtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-uSKOWlsGI8/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631652450113631954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had my weekly OB/GYN visit today and I am dilated to a 2-3.  It won't be long now.  9 more days until I am due.  I can't wait for this new little one to become a part of our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, I know . . . Barefoot and Pregnant!  Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am truly blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2717995730642431472-5969222323820626185?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5969222323820626185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=5969222323820626185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5969222323820626185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5969222323820626185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/almost-there.html' title='Barefoot and Pregnant'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lyyaCStOmk/Tihwhkb0LsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LYjtjmmHarU/s72-c/DSC01082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7473103889020736548</id><published>2011-07-19T17:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:32:10.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Left My Camera at Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRs5Cs5FF5w/TiZZ1x4xRUI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SBoRFgq3gW0/s1600/mcdonalds-logo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRs5Cs5FF5w/TiZZ1x4xRUI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SBoRFgq3gW0/s200/mcdonalds-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631287164532770114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Zack and I went to McD's with my Mom, big Sister and 5 nieces today.  It was noisey, crowded and wild!  But Zack loved playing with his cousins -- especially Grace, Hannah and his buddy, Emma.  The older group (from Katie up to Mom) sat and discussed the most recent Harry Potter movie.  We had a wonderful time.   About 10 minutes before we left, Zack started interacting with another 2 year old boy.  (Isaac) and the 2 of them were bouncing their little bums off the emergency door and making it rattle.  Each time it rattled, they would burst out in hysterical laughing.  You just couldn't help but laugh with them.  I hated to pull them apart but it was already after 2 and way past nap time -- at least for me!  As we were leaving little Isaac called out, "Bye-bye Uncle Zack!"  (he has an Uncle Zack) It just melted our hearts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life is blessed and just a touch of giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-7473103889020736548?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7473103889020736548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7473103889020736548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7473103889020736548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7473103889020736548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/left-my-camera-at-home.html' title='Left My Camera at Home!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRs5Cs5FF5w/TiZZ1x4xRUI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SBoRFgq3gW0/s72-c/mcdonalds-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8334028431288930815</id><published>2011-07-18T22:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:08:40.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Ice Cream Day and Romance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su2eCh8LLl8/TiT8gR3qGbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/X--K6MgA8S4/s1600/menu_ice_cream_cone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su2eCh8LLl8/TiT8gR3qGbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/X--K6MgA8S4/s320/menu_ice_cream_cone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630903065602824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;R&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronald_Reagan" title="Ronald Reagan" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;onald Reagan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; designated July as National Ice Cream Month in 1984.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; He also appointed the third Sunday in July as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;National Ice Cream Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. Reagan recognized the popularity of ice cream in the United States (90% of the nation's population consumes ice cream)and stated that these two events hould be observed with "appropriate ceremonies and activities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;I married into an ice cream lovin' family. They don't take their passion for this frozen treat lightly, they pile bowls  full to celebrate even the slightest occasion and being a true Ipson my little Zack has become a true ice cream officienado. His favorite at this moment is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strawberry -- YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;On Zack's 2nd birthday when we had difficulty getting downstairs to open his presents, we asked him; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Zack, do you want some ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;?" and lickety split, he flattened out his body and slid down the stairs in a matter of a second.  Of course, we temporarily skipped the presents and devoured cake and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, why am I discussing ice cream, other than it is National Ice Cream Month?  On Sunday, we celebrated National Ice Cream day with giant waffle cones filled with ice cream and my precious, loving, romantic husband had attached a silver ice cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cone charm on my cone.  He said it was t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o represent ice cream day and becoming a Mom again, but I've always wanted an ice cone to represent him on my bracelet.  So, to me it represents all of that, but mostly, my sweet my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7fTyHMWysM/TiT48lYh_oI/AAAAAAAAAbE/F-l0WOCwOuw/s320/CM-1117.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630899153830805122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love my husband so much, I couldn't have asked for a better, harder-working, more honorable man.  I am truly blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2717995730642431472-8334028431288930815?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8334028431288930815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8334028431288930815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8334028431288930815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8334028431288930815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/national-ice-cream-day-and-romance.html' title='National Ice Cream Day and Romance!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su2eCh8LLl8/TiT8gR3qGbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/X--K6MgA8S4/s72-c/menu_ice_cream_cone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2115787129335562001</id><published>2011-07-02T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:42:32.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is the Very Essence of Life . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DsNZR_9G08/Tg90MEupZCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XeC7goBJvHc/s1600/Barnett%2BFamily%2BReunion%2B123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DsNZR_9G08/Tg90MEupZCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XeC7goBJvHc/s320/Barnett%2BFamily%2BReunion%2B123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624842210385683490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Barnett Family Reunion 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;"Love is the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is not found only at the end of the rainbow. Love is at the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arched across the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shining through death. How rich are those who enjoy it in their associations with family, friends, and neighbors! Love, like faith, is a gift of God. It is also the most enduring and most powerful virtue." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/313356.Gordon_B_Hinckley" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; font-size: 14px; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/582938" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; font-size: 14px; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Standing Something Cd: Ten Neglected Virtues That Will Heal Our Hearts And Homes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; "&gt;Thank you President Hinckley for this reminder.  I am so blessed to have my life filled with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2717995730642431472-2115787129335562001?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2115787129335562001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2115787129335562001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2115787129335562001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2115787129335562001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-is-very-essence-of-life.html' title='Love Is the Very Essence of Life . . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DsNZR_9G08/Tg90MEupZCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XeC7goBJvHc/s72-c/Barnett%2BFamily%2BReunion%2B123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2090012520326416347</id><published>2011-07-01T13:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T08:50:59.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father Like Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOnEuUlwPKM/Tg4To_gbjoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HUatjCgiNZY/s1600/DSC01079.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/-YOnEuUlwPKM/Tg4To_gbjoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HUatjCgiNZY/s320/DSC01079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624454579595480706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkPSw074H8/Tg4Thiuhj_I/AAAAAAAAAas/o6CLND11vfs/s1600/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ben loves to eat plain lemons, my dear little Zacky does, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkPSw074H8/Tg4Thiuhj_I/AAAAAAAAAas/o6CLND11vfs/s1600/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkPSw074H8/Tg4Thiuhj_I/AAAAAAAAAas/o6CLND11vfs/s1600/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkPSw074H8/Tg4Thiuhj_I/AAAAAAAAAas/o6CLND11vfs/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624454451610882034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2090012520326416347?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2090012520326416347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2090012520326416347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2090012520326416347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2090012520326416347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father Like Son!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOnEuUlwPKM/Tg4To_gbjoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HUatjCgiNZY/s72-c/DSC01079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7412411349678882831</id><published>2011-06-17T19:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:34:18.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About One Month to Go . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9prbyz5pbHc/Tfv1itOIrgI/AAAAAAAAAak/u-QLgQrzYK0/s1600/Meg8months.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9prbyz5pbHc/Tfv1itOIrgI/AAAAAAAAAak/u-QLgQrzYK0/s320/Meg8months.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619354936678067714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Feeling as big as a barn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;With my 2nd child coming really soon, the old doubts and fears of whether I am capable of handling all of this has been overwhelming me.  I'm scared, it's just that simple.  Can I give everything to Zacky that he'll need and be everything to this new little one that I so deeply love already. Poor Ben, he's had to put up with a very tired, grumpy wife.  Food is still disgusting to me.  (well except for ice cream, some fruits and deep-fried things.)  I've started getting terrible cramps in my thighs and I feel as big as a barn.  So, I thought maybe I could make myself feel better by better occupying my mind.  I found this piece of advice recently.  (Okay, I was really looking for a wooden swing set/slide/fort combo but made myself look for something more uplifting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In a recent talk, President Monson reminded us of Pres. Benson's advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Thinking of the example of his own mother and that of his beloved and faithful wife, Flora, President Benson has offered ten specific suggestions for mothers as they guide their precious children:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take time to always be at the crossroads in the lives of your children, whether they be six or sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take time to be a real friend to your children.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take time to read to your children. Remember what the poet wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You may have tangible wealth untold;&lt;br /&gt;            Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.&lt;br /&gt;            Richer than I you can never be—&lt;br /&gt;            I had a mother who read to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take time to pray with your children.&lt;br /&gt;5. Take time to have a meaningful weekly home evening. Make this one of your great family traditions.&lt;br /&gt;6. Take time to be together at mealtimes as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;7. Take time daily to read the scriptures together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;8. Take time to do things together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;9. Take time to teach your children.&lt;br /&gt;10. Take time to truly love your children. A mother’s unqualified love approaches Christlike love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(see Ezra Taft Benson, To the Mothers in Zion, pamphlet, 1987, pp. 8–12; see also Ezra Taft Benson, Come, Listen to a Prophet’s Voice, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1990, pp. 32–36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope I can be and do all of those things.  I hope I can be a good mother of two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/2717995730642431472-7412411349678882831?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7412411349678882831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7412411349678882831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7412411349678882831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7412411349678882831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/06/about-one-month-to-go.html' title='About One Month to Go . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9prbyz5pbHc/Tfv1itOIrgI/AAAAAAAAAak/u-QLgQrzYK0/s72-c/Meg8months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1743553195726870184</id><published>2011-06-11T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:58:43.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Sister and Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeP9Sk_wo6o/TfQXTcn8MiI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-6G8_MHWEYs/s1600/IMG_7462.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeP9Sk_wo6o/TfQXTcn8MiI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-6G8_MHWEYs/s400/IMG_7462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617140258106520098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For Mother's Day my big sister and I collaborated and gave our mother pictures of the two of us.  In some things we are so similar:  love of family, country, Rascal Flatts (country music), reading, our religion and chocolate.  In other ways we are so very different:  She's funny, very creative, artsy and her in-laws adore her and I'm more serious, organized, question my abilities all the time and my in-laws tolerate me for my husband's sake.  I admire her very much, her courage and strength through adversity, her talent for cooking and anything artistic, her ability to have so many friends and people outside of our family love her and admire her.   She is just a very good, honorable, kind person.   She (along with my own mother) is a wonderful example of Motherhood.  She is one of my heroes, I love her very much and feel blessed that our Heavenly Father put her on this earth to be my big sister and to help guide me along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-1743553195726870184?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1743553195726870184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1743553195726870184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1743553195726870184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1743553195726870184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-big-sister-and-me.html' title='My Big Sister and Me!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeP9Sk_wo6o/TfQXTcn8MiI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-6G8_MHWEYs/s72-c/IMG_7462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-4636810265190766951</id><published>2011-04-18T09:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:05:43.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of the ICE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyK9D0wUEGg/TaxKWH4QKOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BfkyFrDfxzo/s1600/110209_img_7074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyK9D0wUEGg/TaxKWH4QKOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BfkyFrDfxzo/s400/110209_img_7074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596930180847249634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is what Zack calls his pacifier.  Yesterday, during Sacrament Meeting Zack dropped his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt;.   A baby, a few pews in front of us  popped up and had the exact same one that Zack had dropped.  My little monkey got this look of "Hey!"  Zack looked down and then looked up and exclaimed,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "My Ice! My Ice!"  &lt;/span&gt;The baby went back down and Ben picked up Zack's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span&gt;ice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the baby popped back up without the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 4px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; i &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 4px; "&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;but then, the baby was given back his&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt; ice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 4px; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Zack had this look of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;huuuuuh?&lt;/span&gt; That's weird how can he have the same one as me, I have mine right here."   So a lesson was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;ice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is very important to my 2 year old.&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-4636810265190766951?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4636810265190766951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=4636810265190766951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4636810265190766951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4636810265190766951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/04/importance-of-ice.html' title='The Importance of the ICE!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyK9D0wUEGg/TaxKWH4QKOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BfkyFrDfxzo/s72-c/110209_img_7074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1853341764761294439</id><published>2011-04-09T22:08:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:48:58.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding Tip For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujtiGQkz2sU/TaEfmeUtpJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JK6aQbSjPAg/s1600/080303_img_0199.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujtiGQkz2sU/TaEfmeUtpJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JK6aQbSjPAg/s320/080303_img_0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593786958006297746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the top of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt; cake at our one year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Normally any cake that's been in the freezer for a year is freezer burned and tastes nasty-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did:  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*First, freeze it a bit so the frosting will harden a bit&lt;br /&gt;*Wrap it in saran wrap very generously&lt;br /&gt;*Generously wrap it in aluminum foil&lt;br /&gt;*Put it in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tupperware&lt;/span&gt; or other air-tight freezer container.  Seal tightly.&lt;br /&gt;*Put it into the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DOES WORK!!!! A year later when you take the top layer out  and it UN-thaws it is amazing!  You can celebrate your first anniversary with wedding cake that taste like it is only a&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;week old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So,  no more bad-tasting, year-old wedding cake!&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2717995730642431472-1853341764761294439?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1853341764761294439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1853341764761294439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1853341764761294439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1853341764761294439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-tip-for-you.html' title='A Wedding Tip For You'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujtiGQkz2sU/TaEfmeUtpJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JK6aQbSjPAg/s72-c/080303_img_0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1668724256280053653</id><published>2011-03-31T07:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:07:14.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is having more fun.</title><content type='html'>So which&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; generation&lt;/span&gt; is having more fun. Is it the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?   You make the call I want to know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ9qL9nMtu4/TZXOFosHTgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7AbbG9I_tU4/s1600/110307_img_7281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ9qL9nMtu4/TZXOFosHTgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7AbbG9I_tU4/s320/110307_img_7281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590601108667452930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love my men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-1668724256280053653?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1668724256280053653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1668724256280053653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1668724256280053653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1668724256280053653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-is-having-more-fun.html' title='Who is having more fun.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ9qL9nMtu4/TZXOFosHTgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7AbbG9I_tU4/s72-c/110307_img_7281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8874482172913274838</id><published>2011-03-15T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:53:57.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed A Little Snack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgTjq6bP_3A/TaNgQN-UTjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mI-Yly5pyKA/s1600/110306_img_7254.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgTjq6bP_3A/TaNgQN-UTjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mI-Yly5pyKA/s400/110306_img_7254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594420993869499954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After most of the guests had left Zack's 2nd birthday party he decided he needed a little snack.  So what  would any creative, determined 2 year old do?  Climb on top of the table and help themselves to the chip, salsa and guacamole dip of course!  Zack just need to have a little small smackeral of something yummy for his tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a cutie!  I am so blessed to be this active little guy's Mommy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-8874482172913274838?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8874482172913274838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8874482172913274838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8874482172913274838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8874482172913274838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/04/needed-little-snack.html' title='Needed A Little Snack'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgTjq6bP_3A/TaNgQN-UTjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mI-Yly5pyKA/s72-c/110306_img_7254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-3194759261463462611</id><published>2011-03-07T21:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:05:20.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zack -- aka Yikes I have a 2 y/o!</title><content type='html'>My baby, Zack is 2 years old now!  How did time go by so quickly?  Zacky's grandparents (Ben's parents) came from UT to help us celebrate his 2nd birthday.  The whole family gathered at our home for a Sunday birthday dinner.  Of course we had to have an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9p5ZN9MP_k/TZXMdgp7UhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZhS49H0N4Yo/s1600/110306_img_7193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9p5ZN9MP_k/TZXMdgp7UhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZhS49H0N4Yo/s320/110306_img_7193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590599319804400146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for presents he was a bit excited but when the presents were taken away from him in order to have him unwrap another one he got a little upset and got off my lap and started to head up the stairs.   Grammy, (my mom) asked Zack if he wanted some cake but he just ignore her and continued up the stairs.  He was a little more then half way up when my mom asked if he wanted some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he immediately flattened himself out and quickly slid down the stairs on his tummy.   I wish we had our video cam out at that time. It was so classic and so funny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78810Vliaro/TZXNLLhA4zI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_lk8oRC0uLw/s1600/110306_img_7211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78810Vliaro/TZXNLLhA4zI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_lk8oRC0uLw/s320/110306_img_7211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590600104403854130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we took a break from opening presents and had some cake and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKtneCB8o0M/TZXMwbolsBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/z2rBDr4oEyM/s1600/110306_img_7225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKtneCB8o0M/TZXMwbolsBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/z2rBDr4oEyM/s320/110306_img_7225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590599644874125330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After he had his ice cream we went back to opening presents&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWOb8nFhTOg/TZXNm5Rc2gI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yVE5wR5Ycsw/s1600/110306_img_7243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWOb8nFhTOg/TZXNm5Rc2gI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yVE5wR5Ycsw/s320/110306_img_7243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590600580543076866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a wide variety of cars, Thomas the train set, balls, Max and Ruby DVD, a recorder, clothes, my church ABC book, trike, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was his actual birthday and we celebrated again!  (Shouldn't everyone have a 2 day celebration?)  We gave him our presents.   Gymboree bubbles, ABC little books, clothes and more trains!  We had the leftover cupcakes, homemade mac and cheese with little smokies,  green beans, fruit and some homemade rolls -- all of his favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great 2 days to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; our little monkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so absolutely blessed to be this clever little guys Mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-3194759261463462611?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3194759261463462611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=3194759261463462611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3194759261463462611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3194759261463462611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-zack-aka-yikes-i-have-2.html' title='Happy Birthday Zack -- aka Yikes I have a 2 y/o!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9p5ZN9MP_k/TZXMdgp7UhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZhS49H0N4Yo/s72-c/110306_img_7193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1528283866970691829</id><published>2011-02-19T13:25:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:12:30.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>Zack loves to learn -- he constantly wants to do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of his&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;flash cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;over and over, wants to read his &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, watch his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Baby Can Read&lt;/span&gt; videos,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( and he does have to be supervised or he colors other things) and learning&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;new signs&lt;/span&gt;.  He creatively plays with his&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; toys!&lt;/span&gt;  But, I admit he does love watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Max and Ruby&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so glad that he loves&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as much as Ben and I love&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt; him.   We are also looking forward to doing things like this with Zack's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new sibling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that's due around July 30&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that the 95% of the mind develops between birth to five years develop and that their brains are like a sponge; It's so true.   So as parents we &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to find that balance between teaching, cherishing, and playing so that they grow up to be intelligent, responsible, honorable, contented adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've noticed a lot of Mom's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bragging&lt;/span&gt; about their gifted children, or that their child is better "because . . . "  Sometimes, it makes me feel like I'm not doing enough -- so, how do you find that peace in yourself about balancing his emotional, spiritual and intellectual needs and still have time for household chores and yourself?  One of the things I've had to do is just tune out the other Mom's.  I'm doing what is best for my boy and for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the most important things I can teach &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;kind, sweet and respectfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;towards his&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and those he comes in contact with and to work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQuuIOBp5O0/TYuPlIe70wI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4lPCGVCgqrY/s1600/100724_Barnett%2BFamily%2BReunion%2B123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQuuIOBp5O0/TYuPlIe70wI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4lPCGVCgqrY/s320/100724_Barnett%2BFamily%2BReunion%2B123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587717630778397442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&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/2717995730642431472-1528283866970691829?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1528283866970691829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1528283866970691829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1528283866970691829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1528283866970691829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/02/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQuuIOBp5O0/TYuPlIe70wI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4lPCGVCgqrY/s72-c/100724_Barnett%2BFamily%2BReunion%2B123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8860335142448435627</id><published>2011-01-19T07:00:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:25:17.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lesson #483</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; pudding cups will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if/when they fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TT9EDXbq9TI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FlUKcu5oTP0/s1600/pudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TT9EDXbq9TI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FlUKcu5oTP0/s320/pudding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566242489073595698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today when I was putting away some things in the fridge the pudding cups fell for some reason ( my fridge is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;packed at all) and Two of them broke Well I guess that is one way that you have to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the little lessons we learn in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-8860335142448435627?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8860335142448435627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8860335142448435627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8860335142448435627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8860335142448435627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-lesson-483.html' title='Life lesson #483'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TT9EDXbq9TI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FlUKcu5oTP0/s72-c/pudding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8775233040791460017</id><published>2010-11-10T13:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:35:23.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Duane,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNrwW5bZHTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/in82677F5ss/s1600/Simpsons6x13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNrwW5bZHTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/in82677F5ss/s320/Simpsons6x13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538002967968947506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't believe that it has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;since you left this mortal probation.  You were the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:x-large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of hard-work, unconditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;love and sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.  I learned so much from you and felt loved by you, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;brother.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;one could ever have ordered up a better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;brother.  One of the last things I learned from you was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me no matter how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; anything was, it was worth doing if you did it for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  Recently, I struggled with the decision to accept a new calling, they called me to be in the nursery --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; This will be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3rd time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;in the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:x-large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;following your example&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;sacrifice and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I honored our Heavenly Father and accepted the calling because I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:x-large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"Doing it for Zack."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:x-large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Already I understand why I was called to this position and I am so grateful that I did.  I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;attacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; it with enthusiasm and dedication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; brother for the many, many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; you taught me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-8775233040791460017?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8775233040791460017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8775233040791460017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8775233040791460017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8775233040791460017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-duane.html' title='Dear Duane,'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNrwW5bZHTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/in82677F5ss/s72-c/Simpsons6x13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6008798226419210895</id><published>2010-11-05T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:12:59.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNYmzwS4TlI/AAAAAAAAAYI/durwOGqccbU/s1600/Z%26B+Surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNYmzwS4TlI/AAAAAAAAAYI/durwOGqccbU/s320/Z%26B+Surprise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536655462477876818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I took this picture when we were at the Visitors Center in Independence, MO this past July.   It's a feel good, this is how we roll kind of picture.  I'm so in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with my men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2717995730642431472-6008798226419210895?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6008798226419210895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6008798226419210895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6008798226419210895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6008798226419210895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-because.html' title='Just Because . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNYmzwS4TlI/AAAAAAAAAYI/durwOGqccbU/s72-c/Z%26B+Surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2554381346687638814</id><published>2010-10-31T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:47:57.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNB0dZ-xBWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/tF5TgKXITfs/s320/Meg+and+Ben+trunk+or+treat.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535051990577513826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorite holiday -- I love the festive colors, the trick or treating, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; everything and the costumes!  This year we wore bee related costumes.  I was the Queen Bee, Zacky was a drone and Ben was our flower.  (I loved the fact that he took on being the flower.  His had to be a bit more simplistic, because he had to play in a concert on the night of Trunk or Treat at church.)  Because this year Halloween fell on the Sabbath we decided to dress up in our costumes, have our traditional dinner of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; homemade pizza&lt;/span&gt;, hand-out candy and talk about the importance of death and the resurrection.  Friday night, we did Trunk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; Treat at church so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zacky&lt;/span&gt; got his fill of candy and on Saturday we did our traditional &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; movies and other festive activities.  In other words, I got to spread &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; out over &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Yay us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autumn&lt;/span&gt;, the look of trees ablaze in magentas, gold and oranges.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love the crisp new crop of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;apples&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;smell &lt;/span&gt;of the air on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;, crisp Autumn night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love that my family was a part of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mayflower and the Fortune&lt;/span&gt;.  Brave pilgrims that helped settle this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As much as I love these, I love my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Heavenly Father&lt;/span&gt; and my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;little family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2554381346687638814?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2554381346687638814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2554381346687638814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2554381346687638814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2554381346687638814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TNB0dZ-xBWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/tF5TgKXITfs/s72-c/Meg+and+Ben+trunk+or+treat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1322424882522467381</id><published>2010-09-14T07:31:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:41:01.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Young Is To Young To Start Chewing Gum????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4kX7oA-Yfs/TWNML2TtFwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wAaarW5ac0Q/s320/chewingugm.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576384530055239426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(A little history)I always have had gum and tic-tacs in my purse for my nieces and nephews to be able to have. When they were born I told them that I will always have tic-tacs and gum for them.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4cquIr7AQQ/TWNMFVib7pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/AF1nY_GSAsU/s320/Tictacs.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576384418179444370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this day they still go in my diaper bag now and look for them whenever we get together as a family. They even go to the bubble gum machine when we are all at my parents house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt; discovered the bubble gum machine when he was 14 months and wanted some but I kept telling him no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anzudR3lTRM/TWNM7AuIysI/AAAAAAAAAZA/I4J-GjEQE0o/s200/thgum_machine.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576385340304313026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when he was 16 months he found some OLD bubble gum in one of my purses and he unwrapped it, well most of it and started to chew away on it! Well I took the gum out of his mouth. ( I've had to do this more then once.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we were at Lowes doing some pricing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt; was good but he was started to get tired so I gave him one of his FAVORITE snacks, yogurt-melts. But those went fast since the bag was almost empty.  Mr. Zack, got into my diaper bag pulled out my gum, unwrapped most of the wrapper and started to chew!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best pic I could get of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Zack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chewing&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; gum&lt;/span&gt; outside when it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-1322424882522467381?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1322424882522467381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1322424882522467381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1322424882522467381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1322424882522467381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-young-is-to-young-to-start-chewing.html' title='How Young Is To Young To Start Chewing Gum????'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4kX7oA-Yfs/TWNML2TtFwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wAaarW5ac0Q/s72-c/chewingugm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6447416770719942668</id><published>2010-08-26T09:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:33:41.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work is  Starting to Pay Off!</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, August 19th Ben and I were reviewing Zack's reading flash cards with him, my sweet Ben was doing them randomly just to see if Zack was really learning words or not, well he did showed him "Eddie" and Zack &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;pointed to his Eddie&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Eddie was on the other side of the room and little Mr. Man himself went and got him!  We were so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the program&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Your Baby Can Read"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they count it as reading when your child does the motion, points to the things, signs and of course says the words that they see on the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is an older picture( taken in Oct 2009) of Zack  and Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THRf1-kogoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HEW7_Th5Gfc/s1600/img_2362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THRf1-kogoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HEW7_Th5Gfc/s400/img_2362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509133625115312770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THRf1eHO0CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9dxLgvUbjRc/s1600/091031_img_2834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THRf1eHO0CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9dxLgvUbjRc/s400/091031_img_2834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509133616402059298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being Zack's mommy so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-6447416770719942668?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6447416770719942668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6447416770719942668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6447416770719942668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6447416770719942668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/hard-work-is-starting-to-pull-off.html' title='Hard work is  Starting to Pay Off!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THRf1-kogoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HEW7_Th5Gfc/s72-c/img_2362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-3447003774386558656</id><published>2010-08-23T09:32:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:41:09.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lesson #246</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Always make sure the pantry doors are  always completely close and anything potential messy should be put up high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack opened the pantry door and got the&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;food coloring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;out (I didn't know that he could open a door much less reach that high.) and managed to dye himself fairly well.  I think he was trying to become a red Easter egg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ3wqWaD2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ztyNJ3YUmR8/s320/100729_IMG_5593.JPG" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526611370622717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ3wqWaD2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ztyNJ3YUmR8/s1600/100729_IMG_5593.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ah well, life isn't fun if we don't make it more colorful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-3447003774386558656?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3447003774386558656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=3447003774386558656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3447003774386558656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3447003774386558656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-lesson-246.html' title='Life lesson #246'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ3wqWaD2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ztyNJ3YUmR8/s72-c/100729_IMG_5593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8148086091669520582</id><published>2010-08-22T18:32:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:27:38.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Example or Through My Son's Eyes</title><content type='html'>Two months ago,  Zack was playing with his baby doll, Lydie.  When she didn't perform for him as he wanted her to he mirrored exactly what I always do when he misbehaves.  While pointing his finger at her he began to gently scold, when he was all done he picked  Lydie up kissed her and said; "I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago while our little family was returning from the annual Bumpus  family reunion in Mt. Vernon, IL, Zack wanted his books and his little  Lydie doll.  He began to babble (read) out of the book he held to his precious little baby  Lydia.  Zack and I love to read together!!!  Hope you enjoy the moments I captured on video of him reading to  Lydia. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7dbfb723a3e66507" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dbfb723a3e66507%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330058513%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F10F7089D037102410DCB63031618A2149203E.5EED536708BD8F914568E7ED5DC375015B61541F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dbfb723a3e66507%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_8uhL6s9zFzEBjEnjSwHJKHXo2c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dbfb723a3e66507%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330058513%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F10F7089D037102410DCB63031618A2149203E.5EED536708BD8F914568E7ED5DC375015B61541F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dbfb723a3e66507%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_8uhL6s9zFzEBjEnjSwHJKHXo2c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bishop H. Burke Peterson of the Presiding Bishopric said this in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ensign&lt;/span&gt;, Jan. 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harmony in the Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The most effective examples a child will ever have—for bad or for good—are his own parents. Few of us realize how very pliable and teachable children are in their primary years of life. How quick they are to pick up parental habits and traits and teachings!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We need to be good examples to our children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Know that they are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;That they will grow up and become good, kind, respectable adults,Good parents and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-8148086091669520582?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8148086091669520582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8148086091669520582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8148086091669520582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8148086091669520582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-of-example-or-through-my-sons.html' title='The Power of Example or Through My Son&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-3352504615769717301</id><published>2010-08-20T06:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:41:04.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to the Library.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On August 19th was Zack's first trip to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I know I probably waited a bit too long, but honestly I was apprehensive about taking my little Mr. Man into the library.  I loved seeing him &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;surrounded by all of those books and yet even as much as he loves books he was distracted enough by all the pretty little girls. (That's what he's doing in this pic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THWpDkE7-oI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8mgJMlwS15w/s1600/DSCI0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THWpDkE7-oI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8mgJMlwS15w/s400/DSCI0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509495597846755970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to the children section and guess what was the first book he picked out????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TG5w-IuoWYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vIq9q9kyN_E/s1600/monkey+monkey+monkey+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TG5w-IuoWYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vIq9q9kyN_E/s400/monkey+monkey+monkey+book.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507463607117961602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; book.  He was making monkey sounds when I saw the book and I said to him "Zacky, what a surprise a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;monkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;book!"    We&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; looked&lt;/span&gt; at books and he played with the noodle toy  that they had there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we were on our way out we just had to check out that book and honestly I was thrilled that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zack did not want to leave, like his Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy Zack loves books!  He was a bit difficult to control while I was checking out books because he kept trying to escape back to the Children's section!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so glad that he is my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-3352504615769717301?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3352504615769717301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=3352504615769717301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3352504615769717301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3352504615769717301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-trip-to-library.html' title='First Trip to the Library.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/THWpDkE7-oI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8mgJMlwS15w/s72-c/DSCI0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8446803482871482887</id><published>2010-06-10T14:58:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:54:11.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splah I was taking a bath -- well sorta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TBPc3lQCd_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/usX0nOBsyMg/s1600/spah+park2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TBPc3lQCd_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/usX0nOBsyMg/s400/spah+park2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481968018890323954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Zack and I went to a splash park along with his Grammy and cousins--Gracie, Hannah, Emma, Jacquie, Ciera and Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack had so much fun; it was so adorable watching walk around to the various water areas and interact with them.  It made my heart so happy to watch him with his cousins.  All of them  were so attentive and included him in all their water games.  You can see the family love and bond.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TBPbgrzsUyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9kLsPw8Qpxo/s1600/spah+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TBPbgrzsUyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9kLsPw8Qpxo/s400/spah+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481966526001861410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TBPcG5OM-YI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fKruXTgk4LA/s1600/sp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TBPcG5OM-YI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fKruXTgk4LA/s400/sp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481967182437742978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun, adventurous,  great AND blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-8446803482871482887?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8446803482871482887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8446803482871482887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8446803482871482887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8446803482871482887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/06/splish-splah-i-was-taking-bath-well.html' title='Splish Splah I was taking a bath -- well sorta.'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TBPc3lQCd_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/usX0nOBsyMg/s72-c/spah+park2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7343434888785320096</id><published>2010-06-02T15:03:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:37:42.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye My Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the funeral of my long time friend &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Andrew Kneib. &lt;/span&gt;He fought cancer for 15 years and was one of the strongest persons I have ever known.   He was one of my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TH3OU9MwrJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ln_1NXuw3i8/s1600/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TH3OU9MwrJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ln_1NXuw3i8/s320/Andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511788378392145042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As kids, and teens we both had brain tumors/cancer.  We even were in the Make A Wish program together.  It always seemed that when I got better that Andrew got better.  But then our old enemy, cancer struck him once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so  blessed that I was able to know him in this life.  He is such a great person and friend. I have no doubt where he is going and that he is doing many great and wonderful things on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was said at his funeral is  such a wake up call to me because he did not let his cancer stop him from doing anything!  The following are some of what was said at the funeral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"He got his eagle scout when he was only 14....., He worked in high school even had two jobs in his Senior year....., always did his school work even when he was under going his chemo treatments he was even able to graduate form high school in 2005 on time.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was always willing to serve in the church. He started doing home teaching at 12 and did it regularly. After high school he taught primary for 3 years. He loved the kids he taught and they loved him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;He always made a big deal about celebrating their birthdays, and they always enjoyed taking turns pushing him in his wheelchair from class to sharing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;He always wanted to be a missionary, but that wasn’t possible. Instead, he served a mini-mission with Moises Echeverria. They would get together and study scriptures and then go out with the missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;"When he was originally told that he would only have 2-3 months to live, it was arranged for him to go to the temple to receive his endowments. During that time period, he and Arlana(his mom) did a lot of traveling around the country, and he got to visit 16 temples. He greatly enjoyed going to the temple and went every month. He truly understood the plan of salvation, and the gospel, and he had a strong testimony that families can be together forever.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much more said, he went to New York to see a Yankees game (with his dad) on their home field and many more things.  He lived his life to the fullest!  How many of us really do that, live our lives to the fullest? All of us need to start doing that.  We all really need to enjoy our lives, see and know what is really important and what really matters.  We should&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; NOT &lt;/span&gt;have any regrets in our lives; our mortal lives are so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget you Andrew. You will be greatly missed and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have known Andrew in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-7343434888785320096?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7343434888785320096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7343434888785320096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7343434888785320096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7343434888785320096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-old-friend.html' title='Good-bye My Old Friend'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TH3OU9MwrJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ln_1NXuw3i8/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6244449892674862391</id><published>2010-05-28T09:47:00.039-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:39:24.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae Kwon Do</title><content type='html'>Some of you know that  I did Tae Kwon Do for 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Master Beers &lt;/span&gt;last class. I went for the first time in 6 years(I don't have great equalibrium anymore since I hit my head on the corner of my closet door when I was getting out my uniform and the pain went to my surgical area. then got a huge migraine, when trying to do the spinning got dizzy and got a bigger headache every time and I still have that problem).&lt;br /&gt;He was totally surprised when he saw me well he was surprised to see me and a bunch of his former students that came as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ2pLc6pXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1T9oULEZBSI/s1600/100527_img_4775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ2pLc6pXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1T9oULEZBSI/s320/100527_img_4775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526610142557807986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crowded that we were squeezing in so we all can have some room and figure out who goes where since we were all &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;black belts&lt;/span&gt;( see who has seniority over who.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ0IcEm_TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/jkdf9z33nhE/s1600/100527_img_4710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ0IcEm_TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/jkdf9z33nhE/s320/100527_img_4710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526607381060320562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went around introducing everyone telling some  things about each student at one point that he was introduction everyone that he stopped and  said, "I do not deserve this."   then I spoke up out loud and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"yes you do" &lt;/span&gt;and clapped then everyone else joined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJwxxwukRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gcq7cqlaL9c/s1600/100527_img_4717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJwxxwukRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gcq7cqlaL9c/s320/100527_img_4717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526603693210636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got to me he toiled about "How remarkable I am and how it took me longer to get to black belt cause of my brain tumor.That when I gave my report there was not a single dry tear in the room and and that I am a mother now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ0JCcuB7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/BzdJ7KhGwpg/s1600/100527_img_4721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ0JCcuB7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/BzdJ7KhGwpg/s320/100527_img_4721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526607391361992626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he was done  telling everyone who is who the class began. It was a very short class cause of how &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the class was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ4rA0OlmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/N96TMlILIk4/s1600/100527_img_4728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ4rA0OlmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/N96TMlILIk4/s320/100527_img_4728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612373085787746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ1dLF5CfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XbRZ1BGj_rM/s1600/100527_img_4726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ1dLF5CfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XbRZ1BGj_rM/s320/100527_img_4726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526608836791175666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end we all said &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;KAM SA HAM NED DA &lt;/span&gt;which meas thank you in Koren which is that is what we say at the end of each class. Then we all clapped for a good 2-3 min for the job well done that he had done well and it is obvious all of us that came are black belts and it was just not us who got the black belt we had great inspiration  to make it to the black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the little party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ0JsHw5hI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EUCZgaADMhk/s1600/100527_img_4740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ0JsHw5hI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EUCZgaADMhk/s320/100527_img_4740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526607402548389394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bit later on my mom brought &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He at first was a little shy and clung on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJwyTSycyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EfMiJagCwzQ/s1600/100527_img_4768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJwyTSycyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EfMiJagCwzQ/s320/100527_img_4768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526603702211867426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he realized that there were other babies he was on the go and playing with them he was a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;party animal&lt;/span&gt; he was all over the do-jang. Of cores I was taking him to all of my TKD buddies and they all loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to see everyone again and to be able to do one last class and to be able to bow to master beers and the flags one last time. I am grateful that I was able to do Tae-Kwon-Do and do this one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJwuhNg4oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/V579SWAiGPs/s1600/100527_img_4708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJwuhNg4oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/V579SWAiGPs/s320/100527_img_4708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526603637228364418" 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/2717995730642431472-6244449892674862391?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6244449892674862391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6244449892674862391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6244449892674862391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6244449892674862391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/tae-kwon-do.html' title='Tae Kwon Do'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/TLJ2pLc6pXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1T9oULEZBSI/s72-c/100527_img_4775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2344504481263651716</id><published>2010-05-06T10:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:52:07.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What can I say Zack loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It all started when he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;months old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; when i was nursin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g him one morning and trying to find something good to watch on t.v.(we only have basic t.v. :P)  I surfed into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Elmo's World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and when Zack heard&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Elmo's&lt;/span&gt; cute&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;voice he sat up and looked at the t.v. and grinned from ear to ear and started to cooed.  YES!!! My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!! that was the start of it all; of loving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Elmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_v-u-nfECI/AAAAAAAAATg/zZ3vAOAtMsU/s1600/kiss+me+elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_v-u-nfECI/AAAAAAAAATg/zZ3vAOAtMsU/s400/kiss+me+elmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475249855035019298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For Christmas he got a little stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s me Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that his aunt Becky gave him which he loves very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In January Zack was playing with his smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and he confused it with his big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kiss Me Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  It just made me laugh watching him trying to get his little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt; to perform.  Finally,  I had to explain to Zack that his little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elmo &lt;/span&gt;does not do that only his big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kiss Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say my monkey loves  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;his blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; chuck trucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balls,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;passies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;etc... My &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt; just likes a myriad of things --  he is a well rounded kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2344504481263651716?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2344504481263651716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2344504481263651716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2344504481263651716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2344504481263651716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/elmo.html' title='Elmo!!!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_v-u-nfECI/AAAAAAAAATg/zZ3vAOAtMsU/s72-c/kiss+me+elmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7767800512151688122</id><published>2010-04-29T13:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:47:47.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Nubbin!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S9sXJEn7fyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QQ9r2ziONDA/s1600/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S9sXJEn7fyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QQ9r2ziONDA/s400/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465988017371709218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As long as I can remember I have not been to eat the end of most foods.  In my family it's called "the nubbin."  You know, that last bite of a french fry, etc.  When I was very small instead of popping that last bit of fry into my mouth, I would lay it on my plate/wrapper.  Mom asked me why I wasn't eating it and I replied, "I don't like the nubbins."  It's stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My little Zack is much like his Daddy, he LOVES all things potatoes.  Most of the time when Mom and I are in the car together he starts communicating he wants french fries.  He'll make the sign for "more" and start blowing. (mommy always blows on then before giving it to him) Well, the other day I was getting him out of the carseat, I spotted . . . NUBBINS! Zackary is becomimg like his mommy and does not like eating the very last bite of his foods. Oh no, what have I created???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being Zacky's Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCindy%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-7767800512151688122?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7767800512151688122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7767800512151688122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7767800512151688122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7767800512151688122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-nubbin.html' title='It&apos;s a Nubbin!!!!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S9sXJEn7fyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QQ9r2ziONDA/s72-c/DSC00468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-3237490480981327265</id><published>2010-04-28T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:28:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being so cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;April 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was preparing for Zack's bath -- turning the water on, gather toys, towels and soaps when I heard some noises on the stairs.  I turned and saw him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as he was climbing up the stairs bringing his little  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and one of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to join him for bath time!   Elmo and Monkeys -- the best of 2 worlds.  &lt;/span&gt;That boy worked very hard, but he made it up the stairs with no assistance from me.   Needless to say he was very pleased with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;April 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while I was giving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his bath he was doing his usual splashing and playing with his bath toys.  At one point he picked up his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;walrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;bath toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and held it like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zack rocked it from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;side to side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and kept saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; baby&lt;/span&gt; over and over.  It was so cute but,  Zack IS cute so why wouldn't he be doing cute things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being Zack's Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCindy%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-3237490480981327265?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3237490480981327265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=3237490480981327265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3237490480981327265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3237490480981327265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-so-cute.html' title='Being so cute'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8381132840971006997</id><published>2010-04-24T17:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:00:48.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I did it!!! Yesterday, I finally took my drivers test and I passed . . . I am an official licensed driver! At age 16 when everyone else was learning to drive, I was fighting for my life. Well, now I have a beautiful life AND a drivers license!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; At the age of 16 when all of humanity is thinking of nothing but driving and dating, I was waging a battle for my life.  I had a malignant brain tumor.  Surgeries, meds, and other procedures left me drugged and with blind spots.  I lost all confidence in myself regarding driving and for many years, I just was too afraid to attempt driving . . . then, I married my Ben.  Ben has always believed I could do anything, including driving.  He bought me a car and I started practicing.  Everywhere we went, he had me drive.  He never gave up on me!  So yesterday, with the threat of my permit expiring at the end of the month and with a blessing from my husband I took my driver's test -- I passed!  I couldn't believe it, I passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S9N1y0OP82I/AAAAAAAAARg/rz5vbxPqBrA/s1600/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S9N1y0OP82I/AAAAAAAAARg/rz5vbxPqBrA/s400/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463840288802861922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terrible picture, but had to prove I am a proud owner of a driver's license.  To celebrate the great event, my husband and baby boy went out and bought me a charm for my bracelet.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S9N2X65QcJI/AAAAAAAAARo/HYLPMfKi-rM/s1600/key+charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S9N2X65QcJI/AAAAAAAAARo/HYLPMfKi-rM/s400/key+charm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463840926249021586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am blessed and have a beautiful life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCindy%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! 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 We drove up to Blackfoot, Idaho with Ben's parents and his little brother Danny to celebrate along with most of the descendant's of Gordon Durney (Ben's Great Grandpa) his 100th Birthday -- Yes, you read that right, 100th!!!  It was so exciting to see that happen in your very own family, since it is so rare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to see that sweet man again and this time &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zack &lt;/span&gt;was more aware. When we were getting our picture taken  Zack would not even look at the camera ( normally he poses) he just couldn't keep his eyes off of his &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Great Great Grandpa Durney!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_H6EKEipyI/AAAAAAAAASo/X51U6R4U9Zk/s1600/100220_img_4070.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_H6EKEipyI/AAAAAAAAASo/X51U6R4U9Zk/s1600/100220_img_4070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_H6EKEipyI/AAAAAAAAASo/X51U6R4U9Zk/s400/100220_img_4070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472429971561686818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_H6EKEipyI/AAAAAAAAASo/X51U6R4U9Zk/s1600/100220_img_4070.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_H5efEv6KI/AAAAAAAAASY/FpSad9oJ0S8/s1600/100220_img_4069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_H5efEv6KI/AAAAAAAAASY/FpSad9oJ0S8/s400/100220_img_4069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472429324364671138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a joyous occasion I am so happy that so many family members came for this celebration.  It's amazing that so many people can descend from just one person in 100 years and that he actually had the chance to see it for himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IExg-jJ1I/AAAAAAAAASw/0ldcgvBf2xE/s1600/100220_img_4084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IExg-jJ1I/AAAAAAAAASw/0ldcgvBf2xE/s400/100220_img_4084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472441745920960338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all chatted and mingled getting to know more of the extended family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IFlvHGDfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PxoT5reJJrQ/s1600/100220_img_4085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IFlvHGDfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PxoT5reJJrQ/s400/100220_img_4085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442643068095986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sang happy birthday to him it was just such a nice day to be able to see this mark in history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be able to take pictures of family with him but towards the end his energy was just getting depleted.   But, I was able to snap a few of  him with his children and then with their spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IGJqtDa1I/AAAAAAAAATA/Pp_HoQnE9gA/s1600/100220_img_4089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IGJqtDa1I/AAAAAAAAATA/Pp_HoQnE9gA/s400/100220_img_4089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472443260360420178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IHrUkA6LI/AAAAAAAAATQ/p4-5KCy9SMI/s1600/100220_img_4091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IHrUkA6LI/AAAAAAAAATQ/p4-5KCy9SMI/s400/100220_img_4091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444938044106930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We unsuccessfully tried one last time before we left to get a picture of him with Zack looking at the camera but Zack was true to form . . . he was fascinated with his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Great Great Grandpa Durney.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IHrhvzI-I/AAAAAAAAATY/bdjo6G3LhaM/s1600/100220_img_4097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IHrhvzI-I/AAAAAAAAATY/bdjo6G3LhaM/s400/100220_img_4097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444941583197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the most precious moment of all (depicted in the following picture) Ben's Uncle Brian and Aunt Kristy's son Alex announced to his great grandpa "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandpa I am going on a mission"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Wouldn't that be so incredible to hear that from one of your great grand children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IGw-A6LOI/AAAAAAAAATI/QaL09e4Misw/s1600/100220_img_4096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_IGw-A6LOI/AAAAAAAAATI/QaL09e4Misw/s400/100220_img_4096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472443935558872290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a truly blessed live he has lived!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! 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I had never really longed to be a mother like some women, mostly because of my health.  But, once he was here I cannot imagine ever having lived without this glorious, precious experience.  I love being a mother and I love my Zack more than I could ever even explain.  March 7th we celebrated &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zack's first birthday, &lt;/span&gt;it was such a fun day!  He wore his Birthday Boy outfit with a matching bib and cute little socks to church  and then afterwards, during his nap time Ben and I finished getting ready for the party! We had all of our family over. My parents, my sister Becky and her kids Molly, Ben, Katie, Jack, Hannah, Emma, my grandparents, Richard and Phyllis (Duane's parents), Ben's uncle Alan and Aunt Lori, and their children, Jessie, Christan,Jackie, Ciera, and Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We got out all the monkeys we had all over the living room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-yQbpZBDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n9i2Vd0Icro/s1600/100307_img_4184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-yQbpZBDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n9i2Vd0Icro/s400/100307_img_4184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476291667274826802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one of Zack's Favorite meals -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PIZZA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  We decide to order and get Papa Merphy's the night before and then we baked them the next day. So much easier to do that then making home made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 birthday cakes one for Zack to destroy it had a monkey on top of it and one for everyone else to have which was a banana and it was so yummy and it was homemade.&lt;br /&gt;Zack had some of that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with his cake he destroyed it really well. it was like an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-y8DF-rZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZvkiOjy_Xc0/s1600/100307_img_4207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-y8DF-rZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZvkiOjy_Xc0/s400/100307_img_4207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476292416598093202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well with his cake he destroyed it really well. it was like an&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; earth quake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had happen on that cake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-y8DF-rZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZvkiOjy_Xc0/s1600/100307_img_4207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-y8DF-rZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZvkiOjy_Xc0/s400/100307_img_4207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476292416598093202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S-Fh-3pmZ1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/YZx2XIWsf9A/s1600/100307_img_4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S-Fh-3pmZ1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/YZx2XIWsf9A/s400/100307_img_4255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467759155322709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S-FhiBEpEGI/AAAAAAAAASI/yRDPuBCeEqE/s1600/100307_img_4250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S-FhiBEpEGI/AAAAAAAAASI/yRDPuBCeEqE/s400/100307_img_4250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467758659635843170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received so many presents -- chuck&amp;amp;friends trucks, books, little shoes, alligator xylophone, sesame street stuffed characters, Elmo See &amp;amp; Say, an old fashion toy phone that both Ben and I had when we were kids, bath toys, lots of clothes and a lot more!  One of his sweetest presents was a homemade afghan that his Daddy made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night he was really tired form all the excitement. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-wje2Po_I/AAAAAAAAATw/jtZ7qdNlwdA/s1600/100307_img_4211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-wje2Po_I/AAAAAAAAATw/jtZ7qdNlwdA/s400/100307_img_4211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476289795528303602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-wjMp_smI/AAAAAAAAATo/WCrOres2xqw/s1600/100307_img_4213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S_-wjMp_smI/AAAAAAAAATo/WCrOres2xqw/s400/100307_img_4213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476289790645088866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it was a really great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have Zack in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; 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&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently, a hurricane has made its way to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It blew in sometime yesterday morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was applying some makeup and styling my hair for the day and noticed that it had gotten a bit quiet in the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm, I decided I’d better go hunt for my little shadow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was he in the kitchen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S43A0g0-etI/AAAAAAAAARY/NEL8VKR2qZw/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S43A0g0-etI/AAAAAAAAARY/NEL8VKR2qZw/s400/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444219532958661330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nope, but what’s this???&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I didn’t leave it in this condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was he in the living room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S42_FOJQArI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LtzVNcq8fiY/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S42_FOJQArI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LtzVNcq8fiY/s400/DSC00411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444217620977943218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nope, but what’s this???&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It must be a natural disaster . . . Tornado?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Earthquake?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I heard some noise in the bathroom and hurried back to discover . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S42_AR1uyCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2DcwKtzn2mE/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S42_AR1uyCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2DcwKtzn2mE/s400/DSC00410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444217536070469666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hurricane Zackary had struck again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S43AJz5XWoI/AAAAAAAAARA/eh_7Xxh41b0/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S43AJz5XWoI/AAAAAAAAARA/eh_7Xxh41b0/s400/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444218799342967426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How could this innocent creature cause so much havoc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so richly blessed, natural disasters or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCindy%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S1-q4-YOTyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iuMcia0XsLo/s400/z+my+men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431247571426103074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey, hobo man, hey Dapper Dan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You both got your style,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're never fully dressed without a smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're clothes may be "Beau Brumelly,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They stand out a mile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're never fully dressed without a smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S1-qo8Mn3GI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ajEw4SsdCbQ/s1600-h/z+dapper+dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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as a mom. . . I am struck with awe when I contemplate what a sweet blessing it is to be a mommy and to be able to celebrate such a precious holiday with my wee family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve we joined the Barnett Clan for their traditional CE dinner -- Chinese out, of course! It is a tradition that my family looks forward to every year.  Once we had tamales, but it just wasn't the same.  On our way to the restaurant an ice/snow mixture began to fall; by the time we reached the China Star it was icing really hard!!  We all enjoyed dinner but kept an eye on the windows and realized that the storm had turned into a full-fledge blizzard!  A blizzard in Oklahoma is unheard of, they had not had one in about 40 years.  I could not believe it we had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLIZZARD&lt;/span&gt; on Christmas eve!!!! Because of the treacherous roads we all agreed to cancel the rest of our traditions and went to our own homes.    So Ben, Zacky and I nestled into our home for the evening and celebrated the magic of the holiday as our little family.  We read scriptures,  watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Christmas Eve On Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt;, (one of the Ipson family traditions) drank eggnog and our little Zacky enjoyed a biter biscuit.  When the evening dwindled down, we turned down the lights and enjoyed opening our Christmas eve presents by tree lights and firelight.  Of course our present HAD to be PJ'S!!!!!  We left the usual milk and cookies for Santa and an apple and carrots for the reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04hp2I0OII/AAAAAAAAANQ/4DImpdlPVSo/s1600-h/091224_img_3250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04hp2I0OII/AAAAAAAAANQ/4DImpdlPVSo/s400/091224_img_3250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426311603818870914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( We didn't dream of, we lived a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; Christmas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S12kjSyLLeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fGLhVWI_XDM/s1600-h/091225_img_3303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S12kjSyLLeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fGLhVWI_XDM/s400/091225_img_3303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430677651923348962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I were so anxious for Zack to wake up and discover that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; had not only come and left presents, but that he ate the cookies, drank the milk and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reindeer&lt;/span&gt; had eaten the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;carrots&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack had us laughing hysterically, he really wasn't interested in opening his presents but was fascinated by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;had given him.  Eventually the presents sparked some interest and  Zack did loved the end results.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04kOQlaTsI/AAAAAAAAANg/J-XHfZpssEg/s1600-h/091225_img_3266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04kOQlaTsI/AAAAAAAAANg/J-XHfZpssEg/s400/091225_img_3266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426314428416675522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04kPHlvgdI/AAAAAAAAANo/o_k_hv20an0/s1600-h/091225_img_3271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04kPHlvgdI/AAAAAAAAANo/o_k_hv20an0/s400/091225_img_3271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426314443182014930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04kPpJtH9I/AAAAAAAAANw/zL6BoxGUIAM/s1600-h/091225_img_3275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04kPpJtH9I/AAAAAAAAANw/zL6BoxGUIAM/s400/091225_img_3275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426314452191223762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04lsvHVbJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dZk36EbmOt8/s1600-h/091225_img_3277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04lsvHVbJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dZk36EbmOt8/s400/091225_img_3277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426316051519728786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we ventured out on the treacherous roads and carefully made our way over to my parents house to open presents, feast on prime rib and an assortment of Christmas goodies and enjoy the company of the rest of my family.   It is always mayhem and great joy when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ENTIRE&lt;/span&gt; family joins together and opens all the presents from each other.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S125Ep3ztII/AAAAAAAAAOo/JyZIkKanT4c/s1600-h/091225_img_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S125Ep3ztII/AAAAAAAAAOo/JyZIkKanT4c/s400/091225_img_3337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430700215289230466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S126cZji66I/AAAAAAAAAOw/XgWORRKnlGs/s1600-h/091225_img_3336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S126cZji66I/AAAAAAAAAOw/XgWORRKnlGs/s400/091225_img_3336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430701722737765282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the present opening was Zack's reaction to the present from his Aunt Becky.  She very wisely chose a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kiss Me Elmo!&lt;/span&gt;   Zack laughed so hard and would not put his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; down.   It was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; success and I believed it brought real happiness to Becky's heart to know that she scored big time with her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; nephew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04lukEEIRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Do-3Hvyju_k/s1600-h/091225_img_3370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04lukEEIRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Do-3Hvyju_k/s400/091225_img_3370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426316082912960786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've contemplated about the blessings of the season, the greatest blessing of all our elder brother Jesus Christ willingness to come to earth to offer himself a living sacrifice so that we could return to our Father.  Oh how I love this time of year when we are greatly reminded of His great love, when others draw closer to God and are kinder to each other.   I am so grateful that after so many trials and heartbreaks that our Heavenly Father sent Ben and Zack into my life.  I am so grateful for loving, strong parents that enveloped me with love all my life and a big sister that set an extraordinary example of love, and for snow on Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am richly blessed in this precious life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCindy%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2738263671147460139?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2738263671147460139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2738263671147460139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2738263671147460139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2738263671147460139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2010/01/zacks-1st-christmas.html' title='Zack&apos;s 1st Christmas'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S04hp2I0OII/AAAAAAAAANQ/4DImpdlPVSo/s72-c/091224_img_3250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-5111312110961771431</id><published>2009-12-10T13:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:37:56.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zack Thinks He's Mastered Feeding Himself . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These shots were examples of our little Mr. Man feeding himself back in November.  What a funny little guy, he was insistent that he do it himself, but I'm pretty sure he got more on himself than IN himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19H4E9W5eI/AAAAAAAAAPo/myTfkWdmLP8/s1600-h/z2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19H4E9W5eI/AAAAAAAAAPo/myTfkWdmLP8/s400/z2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431138704361448930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HzpNGx4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/0LX-wYQqX2M/s1600-h/z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HzpNGx4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/0LX-wYQqX2M/s400/z1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431138628191831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19Htyhsi8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/qqp3Mc728nA/s1600-h/spag5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19Htyhsi8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/qqp3Mc728nA/s400/spag5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431138527614897090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HpmBhdvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ovH_ECgr5g4/s1600-h/spag+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HpmBhdvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ovH_ECgr5g4/s400/spag+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431138455539250930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HkXIXRNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S5ZeDJGRBIg/s1600-h/spag+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HkXIXRNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S5ZeDJGRBIg/s400/spag+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431138365642065106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HgYEm3vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EfxTf6pIup0/s1600-h/spag+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HgYEm3vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EfxTf6pIup0/s400/spag+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431138297175269106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HcF-7ZnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ymh5K6TEaOE/s1600-h/spag+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19HcF-7ZnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ymh5K6TEaOE/s400/spag+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431138223600133746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am blessed in this precious life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/60/75E4F3DA37FC566B17C80ECEE84C6433.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-5111312110961771431?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5111312110961771431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=5111312110961771431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5111312110961771431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5111312110961771431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/12/zack-thinks-hes-mastered-feeding.html' title='Zack Thinks He&apos;s Mastered Feeding Himself . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/S19H4E9W5eI/AAAAAAAAAPo/myTfkWdmLP8/s72-c/z2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8209368043748479618</id><published>2009-12-03T12:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:29:24.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Utah and Zacky's first Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ben and I went out to Utah for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; our Zacky's first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.   We went to grandpa and grandma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Durney's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; house for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and of course it was nice to see so much family.  Zack of course was happy as a clown and everyone absolutely loved him. ( why wouldn't they?)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was able to share with Ben's family our family story about the first Thanksgiving and we sang "Because I Have Been Giving Much."  (my favorite hymn) After we all ate we just chatted with each other and had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Saturday following Thanksgiving was the big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; vs the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; game.   Ben's parents had tickets for the game and his sweet mom gave up her ticket so Ben and his Dad could have a little male bonding time. . . SO my lucky Ben got to go to the game. While the men were bonding at the game and tailgate party, Ben's sisters,  mom and I (Zack too of course) went out to lunch and indulged ourselves with pedicures.   After all that indulgence we went to Uncle Dean and Aunt Tonis' house to watch the game.  The game went into over time But at the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; won 26 to 23!!!  It was a perfectly fun way to end the afternoon.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On Monday my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; little family popped over to visit my high school alma mater -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Liahona Academy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was wonderful to visit with and see the Degraffs again and be able to introduce my handsome, sweet husband Ben and the joy of my life, Zack!  I was invited to audit one of Br. DeGraff's classes.  We laughed so much and Ben was able to witness what wonderful educators the DeGraffs were and the type of education I received at that school.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-8209368043748479618?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8209368043748479618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8209368043748479618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8209368043748479618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8209368043748479618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-to-utah-and-zackys-first.html' title='Trip to Utah and Zacky&apos;s first Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2099357922034727737</id><published>2009-11-10T11:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:16:54.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is the one year anniversary of Duane's passing. My sister and the kids have made it through all of the firsts. Not to say it would get any easier but at least all of the firsts are over wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;th.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane was a good, kind, hard worker etc. whom was loved and respected by so many people. Becky and Duane had one of those rare marriages that they were always looking like that they were falling in love, they were newlyweds or still on their honeymoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SvmjHM_akMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TIApSj2v8dI/s1600-h/Duane+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 299px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402528572149240002" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SvmjHM_akMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TIApSj2v8dI/s400/Duane+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week, while Ben was in the hospital, I took over the after-school/dinner duty with Becky's kids. I went up to Becky's room to help make the bed and tidy things a bit and she has displayed a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;LARGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; picture of Becky, Duane and Molly as a baby; I showed Zack the picture. Zacky let out this loud squeal, which I thought was for his Aunt Becky, but the fact was he completely ignored Becky and the baby and went straight for his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uncle Duane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. He smothered Duane's image with kisses; it was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that he recognized his Uncle Duane and he wanted to give him a kiss. Duane loved babies and I am sure the two of them would've had a great relationship. In fact, I know they have this great &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;between the two of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so blessed to be a part of Duane's earthly journey, he really loved everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; his family and he made all of our lives better just knowing him. As for me, I am glad all the firsts are over as well. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are so many memories that I will treasure all of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; mortal life about Duane. (Like giving me his jacket the day of my wedding, when I was so very cold.) I really miss my big brother today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2099357922034727737?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2099357922034727737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2099357922034727737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2099357922034727737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2099357922034727737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-year.html' title='A Long Year'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SvmjHM_akMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TIApSj2v8dI/s72-c/Duane+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2480690778098523933</id><published>2009-11-07T18:06:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:38:15.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Swg0wUB2p0I/AAAAAAAAANI/q7g0G1GxBJg/s1600/091031_img_2832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Swg0wUB2p0I/AAAAAAAAANI/q7g0G1GxBJg/s400/091031_img_2832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406629357273130818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; and to make it even more special it was Zack's first&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.  I decided to have Zack be a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(seriously, what else would I choose, a murloc?  LOL)     Not surprising, he was absolutely &lt;/span&gt;adorable in his costume!&lt;br /&gt;Ben was the crocodile hunter who ventured to Africa to pick up a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;.  I was Storm from X-MEN.  As Ben said it:  he was the crocodile hunter who went to Africa to pick up a monkey and called up Storm to have clear weather for the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;We had our traditional &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; dinner pizza and cheese bread from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nico's pizza &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rootbeer&lt;/span&gt; to drink.   The weather was on the warm side so we didn't build a fire in the fireplace but we did have some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;hot apple cider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUM YUM!!!&lt;/span&gt;  My precious husband, Ben was so sweet and surprised me with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;present.   He got us two &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; plates and mugs from  Pfazltcraft and got our Zacky two &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben took Zack to a little bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;trick-or-treating&lt;/span&gt; --  he took him around our little cul-de-sac.  When they got back home Zack did have a little bit of candy and he had a blast getting into his trick-or-treat bag.  He inherited my old &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;trick-or-treat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bag that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Duane&lt;/span&gt; made for me when I was only 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SwgzYGEDrrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/b1XQ8P4CHSQ/s1600/091031_img_2830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SwgzYGEDrrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/b1XQ8P4CHSQ/s400/091031_img_2830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406627841695788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SwgzYf5PAtI/AAAAAAAAANA/isqyGS3KD4I/s1600/091030_img_2802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398504260680330322" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SutXBchIrFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DD-JhFc5QXQ/s400/img_2422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The other day while I was starting dinner &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt; was squealing with delight and laughing and I went over to see what it was and it was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;connector toys.  &lt;/span&gt;Just two of the links, he keep grabbing them and they kept rolling. He was having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; thing can entertain a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &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/2717995730642431472-8336397280118317212?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8336397280118317212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8336397280118317212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8336397280118317212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8336397280118317212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-what-little-things-can-do.html' title='Oh what little things can do!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SutXBchIrFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DD-JhFc5QXQ/s72-c/img_2422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7795285784041490137</id><published>2009-10-24T17:28:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:18:35.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SuN_3ZvN-GI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9SIHaRp-rvY/s1600-h/piano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396297368298453090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SuN_3ZvN-GI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9SIHaRp-rvY/s400/piano1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SuN_t8TGIrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RokikBhQQ6o/s1600-h/piano2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396297205777048242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SuN_t8TGIrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RokikBhQQ6o/s400/piano2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the things I love about my dear husband is his love of music and his talents. He is very proficient on the piano and clarinet.  Both Ben and I play the piano although Ben plays so much better then I do.  Lately,  Zack has shown a real interest in "playing the piano."  He plays away  and is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;quite proud and happy&lt;/span&gt; about it. (He does use enough strength to make them strike the strings on the piano.) What tickles me so much is that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Zack &lt;/span&gt;even looks at the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when he "playing" the piano. Now lets hope he gets &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ben's music ability&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rather then &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-7795285784041490137?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7795285784041490137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7795285784041490137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7795285784041490137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7795285784041490137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/piano-buddies.html' title='Piano Buddies'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SuN_3ZvN-GI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9SIHaRp-rvY/s72-c/piano1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-3768171526985048020</id><published>2009-10-20T07:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:46:51.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love -- 'nuff Said!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St20TIPMQ-I/AAAAAAAAALg/pJexuMh3MYA/s1600-h/img_2441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St20TIPMQ-I/AAAAAAAAALg/pJexuMh3MYA/s400/img_2441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394666169381438434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The smile that wins my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; every single time.  I am so blessed and grateful that Heavenly Father sent my Ben to Tulsa so that we could meet, fall in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and create this precious &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; together.  He is truly a happy, funny little guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ynvD58qI/AAAAAAAAALY/1JMTFhk1vBE/s1600-h/img_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ynvD58qI/AAAAAAAAALY/1JMTFhk1vBE/s400/img_2439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664324377211554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wearing my old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Future Missionary tag&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope and pray that we can instill in him a deep love of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and a sincere desire to serve the Lord by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;serving a mission&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ynHqdyQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KAUignNuOfc/s1600-h/img_2436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ynHqdyQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KAUignNuOfc/s400/img_2436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664313801525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His first biter biscuit!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;  Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;  Surprisingly he didn't make the mess I was forewarned about.  However, we were not so lucky his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ylidi0DI/AAAAAAAAALI/gmIMAQS511w/s1600-h/img_2394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ylidi0DI/AAAAAAAAALI/gmIMAQS511w/s400/img_2394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664286635348018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2yk4GVx_I/AAAAAAAAALA/oexB_lUlVYE/s1600-h/img_2344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2yk4GVx_I/AAAAAAAAALA/oexB_lUlVYE/s400/img_2344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664275263735794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ykVrOjTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/woQK9CwJKYk/s1600-h/img_2359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St2ykVrOjTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/woQK9CwJKYk/s400/img_2359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664266023210290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What can I say, for a fella who's vocabulary is limited to mama, dada, baba and ear piercing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;squeals&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;delight&lt;/span&gt;, and other babblings, he sure has an way of expressing himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-3768171526985048020?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3768171526985048020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=3768171526985048020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3768171526985048020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3768171526985048020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-in-love-nuff-said.html' title='I&apos;m In Love -- &apos;nuff Said!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/St20TIPMQ-I/AAAAAAAAALg/pJexuMh3MYA/s72-c/img_2441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6071197016971485750</id><published>2009-10-07T18:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:16:56.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever and a Runny Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Ss0mG7fSBAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F6DWZXfj6cs/s1600-h/sickzack.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Ss0mG7fSBAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F6DWZXfj6cs/s400/sickzack.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390006229522318338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Poor Little Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been so incredibly blessed with a healthy baby, even with all the various flues and colds flying around this area.  But today, those teeth finally did him in.  He has a runny nose, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; eyes and an elevated temp of 101.5.  I didn't know why my normally extremely happy boy was so cranky and so clingy but then realized he felt warm!  The picture is right after I put him down for a nap.  I decided to change him out of his &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; jean overalls and put on some warm, comfy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;.  I put him down and he rolled from side to side and then was scooting to grab his favorite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Eddie."&lt;/span&gt;  I picked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eddie &lt;/span&gt;up, tucked him into the corner &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zacky&lt;/span&gt; always sleeps in and he rolled over to his tummy, put his arm around &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and immediately fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-6071197016971485750?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6071197016971485750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6071197016971485750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6071197016971485750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6071197016971485750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/fever-and-runny-nose.html' title='Fever and a Runny Nose'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Ss0mG7fSBAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F6DWZXfj6cs/s72-c/sickzack.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8971089388439788529</id><published>2009-09-24T13:15:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:01:08.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, Tigers and Bears Oh My! (And a few monkeys too!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvAxz507tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8QUIvZUVO00/s1600-h/090829_img_2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvAxz507tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8QUIvZUVO00/s400/090829_img_2164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385109741430435538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, we decided that our little family needed a mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; vacation, well instead of wandering off to distant cities or n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eighboring states, we decided to get a hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;room in our own fabulous area and toured Tulsa.  One of the highlights of the staycat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ion was our tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ip to the Tulsa Zoo -- it was so fun  watching our own little &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;monkey &lt;/span&gt;taking in their little monkeys!  We even enjoyed simple things like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;pizza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;and watching cable tv &lt;/span&gt;in our hotel room.  It may have seemed silly to some, but it was such a delightful adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; taking in Tulsa as a tourist.  I love my family so much, from my #1 big monkey to my #1 baby monkey.  I couldn't be more blessed to have those two fellas in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sru4SmR7DPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wIke8pdoWB8/s1600-h/090829_img_2107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sru4SmR7DPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wIke8pdoWB8/s400/090829_img_2107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385100409104436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvDjWQaUgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O40ICy3eIYE/s1600-h/090829_img_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvDjWQaUgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O40ICy3eIYE/s400/090829_img_2113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385112791488811522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvAyf5SK2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AmXsMpI3CbE/s1600-h/090829_img_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvAyf5SK2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AmXsMpI3CbE/s400/090829_img_2209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385109753239317346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sru_mewJQJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eaux2HG_4j8/s1600-h/090829_img_2140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sru_mewJQJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eaux2HG_4j8/s400/090829_img_2140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385108447262490770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvDkBb_B_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/-gV5hbCcH4Y/s1600-h/090829_img_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvDkBb_B_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/-gV5hbCcH4Y/s400/090829_img_2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385112803080079346" 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/2717995730642431472-8971089388439788529?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8971089388439788529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8971089388439788529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8971089388439788529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8971089388439788529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/lions-tigers-and-bears-oh-my-oh-and.html' title='Lions, Tigers and Bears Oh My! (And a few monkeys too!)'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrvAxz507tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8QUIvZUVO00/s72-c/090829_img_2164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6546330686839385255</id><published>2009-09-18T09:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:06:23.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessing and a Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When looking back at my short life, I can't recall ever having that overwhelming desire to be a Mom.  My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; big sister, Becky was destined to be the mother of many children (and she is) because it was inherently a huge part of her soul.  Me?  I was content just being the spoiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; attentive aunt for a very long time . . . then I met, fell in love with and married my dearest husband and he changed my mind.  So, we decided to start a family.  After one failed pregna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ncy, which just broke my heart and was physically hard on me it took nearly a year to conceive my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zacky&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zacky &lt;/span&gt;started out a bit rough, I lost his twin and nearly lost him as well and as I look back now, I realize that it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s all Heavenly Father's way of jump starting that maternal side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zackary Duane &lt;/span&gt;was so very welcomed into our family and indeed, into my heart.  He has been that blessing that I was searching for and didn't know I needed all my mortal life.  I lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ve this boy so very much, I can't imagine my life without him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrUOioCr2PI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_8QvN84F4x0/s1600-h/Zack+Blessing+Family+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrUOioCr2PI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_8QvN84F4x0/s400/Zack+Blessing+Family+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383224917618317554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Easter, we gathered to name and bless our precious blessing.  Ben's parents and brother traveled to Oklahoma from Sandy, Utah and Ben's Uncle Alan and family came over from Jenks.  From my side, I had my sister Becky and her 7 children, my parents, of course and unbelievably, my non-member grandparents came!!!  The blessing was so sweet, it was so w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;onderful to hear him bestowed the name of Zackary (a name I have loved since I was a tweener.) Duane (for my dearest brother-in-law whom we lost to colon cancer . . . a truly great man!) Ipson and to hear all the promises and possibilities that will be his if he continues a righteous path.  I can't wait to see all that our Heavenly Father has in store for my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrUW826NIhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ol6qtTBiDZk/s1600-h/zackblessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrUW826NIhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ol6qtTBiDZk/s400/zackblessing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383234164378903058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt; was dressed in a beautiful hand-made blessing gown that his Great-grandma Ipson sent. (Thank you so much Grandma Durney, you are such a treasure in our lives.)   In the circle stood Zack's:  Daddy (my DH), Papa Pete Barnett, Great Uncle Alan Durney, Grandpa Larry Ipson, Bishop Anderson, Br. Mike McLea, Br. Bryan Dabney, Br. Randy Hill, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Br. Tom O'Dell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and my sweet nephew Ben Summers held the mike, so he could at least represent my brother-in-law Duane (his namesake) that had passed away during my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-6546330686839385255?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6546330686839385255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6546330686839385255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6546330686839385255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6546330686839385255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/blessing-and-blessing.html' title='A Blessing and a Blessing'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrUOioCr2PI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_8QvN84F4x0/s72-c/Zack+Blessing+Family+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7848871479167798230</id><published>2009-09-17T13:53:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:23:32.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrKIbHxirfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7iutYleMc3A/s1600-h/banner4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 51px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrKIbHxirfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7iutYleMc3A/s400/banner4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382514504185851378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was thinking lately about what the different components or qualities make up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;my America&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; my country&lt;/span&gt;, the land that I am so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;passionate &lt;/span&gt;about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;America&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but we are mindful not to abuse that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you take a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stand&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedoms&lt;/span&gt; and are always victorious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there are no party lines, marxists, communists, socialists, only one nation that is indivisible in the pursuit of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Liberty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;protecting and defending&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Constitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we know that we need to choose the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;path, not just the easy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happened to that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;?  Too many Americans are choosing the easy path; not voicing their fears, choices and opinions; feel they are entitled to free healthcare, housing, food, education, etc. instead of rolling up their sleeves and working for those items.  We are entitled to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness, not healthcare, housing, education and cheap cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we need to stand up for our rights and our beliefs.  We need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;defend and protect our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Constitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  We need to stand together as one Nation under God.  We must remember that all that we are and all that we have is because it has been bestowed upon us by a benevolent, loving &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heavenly Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-7848871479167798230?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7848871479167798230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7848871479167798230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7848871479167798230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7848871479167798230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-america.html' title='My America'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrKIbHxirfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7iutYleMc3A/s72-c/banner4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-9063591275053391285</id><published>2009-09-16T11:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:21:57.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ya Gotta Have Friends!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrEVQSYh7xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zf7DNUaTUkw/s1600-h/090911_img_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrEVQSYh7xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zf7DNUaTUkw/s400/090911_img_2321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382106399241269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The most beautiful discovery true frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nds make i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;s t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;t they can grow separately without growing apart.  ~Elisabeth Foley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love that quote.  I had the opportunity to visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;with my dearest old friend Holly this past week.  She married and moved to Missouri, her family lives here and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; she is able to get back a couple times a year and then, we always get together.  Holly, like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;is a brand new Mommy, so this ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;me when she traveled hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e, I ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;d her over for lunch and to watch our b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;abies interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrEVmMKpHzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XQwntqITiEc/s1600-h/090911_img_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrEVmMKpHzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XQwntqITiEc/s400/090911_img_2310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382106775529529138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her precious daug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hter A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;abelle is only 3 months, but is the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;talked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; laughe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;d, shared secrets, ate and then talked and laughed all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;h ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;w I miss my dear friend, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ut feel so blessed that I had that afternoon with her.&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/2717995730642431472-9063591275053391285?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/9063591275053391285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=9063591275053391285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/9063591275053391285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/9063591275053391285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/ya-gotta-have-friends.html' title='&quot;Ya Gotta Have Friends!&quot;'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SrEVQSYh7xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zf7DNUaTUkw/s72-c/090911_img_2321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-7659141582506875026</id><published>2009-09-12T09:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:39:57.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqurQNgtSnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/15RXaxmrEqA/s1600-h/Hike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqurQNgtSnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/15RXaxmrEqA/s400/Hike1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380582474817292914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This summer, we traveled to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Utah &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a variety of occasions, one of them was the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Ipson Family Campout&lt;/span&gt;, where we spent a few days with the ENTIRE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ipson&lt;/span&gt; clan up on Mt. T.  One of the events was a hike -- it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;breathtakingly beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I certainly appreciate the majesty and beauty of the mountains.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Zack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was a regular trooper and I think enjoyed his "front row" seat with his sweet Daddy.  How blessed we were to be able to spend more time with Ben's family and to be able to spend time in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;my favorite place on earth -- Mt. Timpanogas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mt. T is paradise on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqurVoxw82I/AAAAAAAAAIw/jqz2Xow7UAQ/s1600-h/Hike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqurVoxw82I/AAAAAAAAAIw/jqz2Xow7UAQ/s400/Hike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380582568035939170" 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/2717995730642431472-7659141582506875026?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7659141582506875026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=7659141582506875026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7659141582506875026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/7659141582506875026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiking-in-paradise.html' title='Hiking in Paradise'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqurQNgtSnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/15RXaxmrEqA/s72-c/Hike1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-962110438054360027</id><published>2009-09-08T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:36:26.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Time or Zack's 1st BYU Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Zackary's first &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football game.  (which just so happened to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;.)  He e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xperienced it through television (large-screen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; definition) at his Great Uncle Alan'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s hous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e. We were all excited to don our&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; BYU&lt;/span&gt; apparel. Zack wore an old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rt of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It may be as&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;long as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;a dress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for him, but it was cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatL6SWwhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I1hLXRudcbM/s1600-h/20090905_135020_img_2244_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatL6SWwhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I1hLXRudcbM/s400/20090905_135020_img_2244_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177225077047826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the three of us headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Alan's hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e to share this momentous event with their family (plus, they were the ones with the TV and the sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ellite connection).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatSdCysCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_iTrVQ-5Z_E/s1600-h/20090905_161340_img_2246_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatSdCysCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_iTrVQ-5Z_E/s320/20090905_161340_img_2246_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177337486225442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started out excitingly enough, but after a while we started to get worried. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; just kept making too many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatXpnGMMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ABm7oluXzLc/s1600-h/20090905_174644_img_2258_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatXpnGMMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ABm7oluXzLc/s320/20090905_174644_img_2258_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177426759069890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But we were greatly relieved when &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; made a come back and pulled it off!   Zackary had already fallen asleep due to the lateness of the game, but Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mmy and Daddy &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;celebrated &lt;/span&gt;for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatcfHVrSI/AAAAAAAAAII/e_l2wrEfHwE/s1600-h/20090905_203544_img_2267_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatcfHVrSI/AAAAAAAAAII/e_l2wrEfHwE/s320/20090905_203544_img_2267_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177509840858402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One more interesting note: On the TV they showed the reaction of Quarterback for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BYU &lt;/span&gt;Max Hall to a missed field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; goal attempt by the other team near the end of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the game. He was saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Oh, my gosh&lt;/span&gt;," or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; whatever it is they say in Provo (that is a quote from the ESPN people).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-962110438054360027?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/962110438054360027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=962110438054360027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/962110438054360027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/962110438054360027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-time-or-zacks-1st-byu-game.html' title='Game Time or Zack&apos;s 1st BYU Game!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqatL6SWwhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I1hLXRudcbM/s72-c/20090905_135020_img_2244_wl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1288099713609341313</id><published>2009-09-06T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:22:11.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You KNOW Who I Am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqQ1BiIDcbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SYoSw6C8d9I/s1600-h/Zack+campout+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqQ1BiIDcbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SYoSw6C8d9I/s400/Zack+campout+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378482155443941810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's right, I am the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ma-ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  Za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ck has been uttering my name for a couple of weeks now, but I had a witness to it when Mom took Zack and I to Wal-Mart with her on Wednesday.  Mom's eyes popped open wide and smiled from ear to ear . . . LOL, just like Zack at the same moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's right, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; the Ma-ma, and you?  You're &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the Ma-ma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqQ12phKRGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1lnEu78-InE/s1600-h/MV5BMjAzOTg1ODQxN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjU4OTg2._V1._CR38,0,409,409_SS100_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqQ12phKRGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1lnEu78-InE/s400/MV5BMjAzOTg1ODQxN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjU4OTg2._V1._CR38,0,409,409_SS100_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378483067961361506" 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/2717995730642431472-1288099713609341313?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1288099713609341313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1288099713609341313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1288099713609341313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1288099713609341313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know-who-i-am.html' title='Do You KNOW Who I Am?'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqQ1BiIDcbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SYoSw6C8d9I/s72-c/Zack+campout+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-4436372129551848679</id><published>2009-08-25T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:10:08.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOBILITY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaitRw0IqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HmBRrHFm_7U/s1600-h/20090827_155951_img_2081_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our life has become a little more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Little Zackary has started to become mobile! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiarCYH7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kTMBWhspZHQ/s1600-h/20090820_163945_img_2056_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiarCYH7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kTMBWhspZHQ/s320/20090820_163945_img_2056_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165384053628850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It started with learning to roll from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mach to his back. That was exciting for him because he did not like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e stuck on his stomach. Then he also learned to go from the back to the stomach. This combination started allowing him to roll around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiiV9ssOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aLMORUBsv18/s1600-h/20090824_160102_img_2065_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiiV9ssOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aLMORUBsv18/s320/20090824_160102_img_2065_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165515835814114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He also discovered that he liked being on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ach after all because he started being able to lift himself up higher.  Along with lifting himself up, either the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ont end or the back end but not both at once yet, he started to be able to scoot around. This added ability allowed him to move around the room to different toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiPGFX8iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GGA1PmNh0P4/s1600-h/20090814_144425_img_2016_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiPGFX8iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GGA1PmNh0P4/s320/20090814_144425_img_2016_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165185155527202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For instance here he is reaching for o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ne of his new friends (of course another monkey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaitRw0IqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HmBRrHFm_7U/s1600-h/20090827_155951_img_2081_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaitRw0IqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HmBRrHFm_7U/s320/20090827_155951_img_2081_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165703686595234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This new position also gives him a whole new perspective on one of his favorite toys.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqain2uyOuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DlpV9vdm6v8/s1600-h/20090827_155114_img_2078_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqain2uyOuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DlpV9vdm6v8/s320/20090827_155114_img_2078_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165610530978530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And even stretching things a bit farther a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s a true overachiever might, we make sure there is plenty of practice standing too. Of course he has to hold on to something (or usually have someone hold him), and what better way to hold onto something than with your mouth?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiCfEbTPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X2CzBX4juz4/s1600-h/20090812_173156_img_1970_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiCfEbTPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X2CzBX4juz4/s320/20090812_173156_img_1970_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379164968524139762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All this new-found mobility is nice, but it is also still very hard. It is a lot of work just to get across the blanket to a new toy. The best way to get around is still by using Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiIGIqICI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bnJz97EesZE/s1600-h/20090812_175730_img_1998_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiIGIqICI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bnJz97EesZE/s320/20090812_175730_img_1998_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165064910217250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-4436372129551848679?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4436372129551848679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=4436372129551848679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4436372129551848679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4436372129551848679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/mobility.html' title='MOBILITY!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaiarCYH7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kTMBWhspZHQ/s72-c/20090820_163945_img_2056_wl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-3906739457965356066</id><published>2009-08-20T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:08:34.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So3zIulFJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4FTNjkSKW1g/s1600-h/5888_101669616511255_100000046517603_52685_8151079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So3zIulFJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4FTNjkSKW1g/s400/5888_101669616511255_100000046517603_52685_8151079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372217261790930818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think the face states it all -- He does not particularly care for rice cereal.  I understand that it is the first step into the wonderful world of solids, so I will just keep trying until his resolve to dislike it changes or I melt by his sweet smiles and give him bananas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-3906739457965356066?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3906739457965356066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=3906739457965356066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3906739457965356066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/3906739457965356066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-face-states-it-all-he-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So3zIulFJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4FTNjkSKW1g/s72-c/5888_101669616511255_100000046517603_52685_8151079_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-5717798311371056454</id><published>2009-08-19T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:15:28.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Eat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have started giving Little Zackary some solid foods.  First&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; we assembled his new high chair.  I think he loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ks good in it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We feed him some food as we are eating dinner oursel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ves.  He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;always gets excited.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaeLRVRdII/AAAAAAAAAGg/n84EnUR0DfI/s1600-h/20090812_173604_img_1980_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaeLRVRdII/AAAAAAAAAGg/n84EnUR0DfI/s320/20090812_173604_img_1980_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160721409012866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he likes to take his spoon himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaeF_Npa3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/blqc8mH84v4/s1600-h/20090812_174232_img_1990_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaeF_Npa3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/blqc8mH84v4/s320/20090812_174232_img_1990_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160630645844850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqad5_dCODI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0uqtu5bOCgc/s1600-h/20090813_172838_img_2012_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqad5_dCODI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0uqtu5bOCgc/s320/20090813_172838_img_2012_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160424551954482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cutest parts is the little colored goatee that he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lways gets from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; his food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqad0fYum2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/diP83FCJfpM/s1600-h/20090817_162655_img_2036_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqad0fYum2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/diP83FCJfpM/s320/20090817_162655_img_2036_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160330044611426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is learning to use a sippy cup also.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaeA7d0RnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G9A0nGOco4A/s1600-h/20090812_174511_img_1997_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaeA7d0RnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G9A0nGOco4A/s320/20090812_174511_img_1997_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160543740577394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, as many young ones p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rogre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ss, Za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ckary would like to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; move on to even more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;solid food.  This bean is one of the few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; out o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;f the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaduzwjSwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xOl9jM3-mqY/s1600-h/20090819_100634_img_2053_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaduzwjSwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xOl9jM3-mqY/s320/20090819_100634_img_2053_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160232434027266" 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/2717995730642431472-5717798311371056454?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5717798311371056454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=5717798311371056454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5717798311371056454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5717798311371056454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-eat.html' title='Time to Eat!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqaeLRVRdII/AAAAAAAAAGg/n84EnUR0DfI/s72-c/20090812_173604_img_1980_wl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1293130518625966987</id><published>2009-08-12T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:04:11.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sleeping Position!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqacVvYP8yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SXGMR3hog6I/s1600-h/20090826_152047_img_2072_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqacVvYP8yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SXGMR3hog6I/s400/20090826_152047_img_2072_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379158702249997090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqacQWwQTpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vcDf4D19X0A/s1600-h/20090822_165804_img_2063_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqacQWwQTpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vcDf4D19X0A/s400/20090822_165804_img_2063_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379158609740451474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqabqHqhEkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fqTP7eTSfKA/s1600-h/20090813_082745_img_2002_wl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqabqHqhEkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fqTP7eTSfKA/s400/20090813_082745_img_2002_wl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379157952854823490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Our little Zackary has learned to roll over. Not only does this add to his mobility, but he has also developed a new favorite sleeping position.     Whether it be in his bed or on the floor, he likes to be bottom up.   He also tends to push his head into the corner.   Although I think he's the most adorable creature on earth, this new sleeping position does scare me a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-1293130518625966987?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1293130518625966987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1293130518625966987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1293130518625966987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1293130518625966987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-sleeping-position.html' title='New Sleeping Position!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SqacVvYP8yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SXGMR3hog6I/s72-c/20090826_152047_img_2072_wl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-4937021836146063980</id><published>2009-08-10T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:09:00.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So18OrCyX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/shBKjgVVcIQ/s1600-h/5888_101434943201389_100000046517603_46799_5343356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So18OrCyX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/shBKjgVVcIQ/s320/5888_101434943201389_100000046517603_46799_5343356_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372086522037297058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A few weeks ago I had the *gulp* privilege of hosting my in-laws for nearly 2 weeks.  They are a wonderful family and I just feel so blessed to be a part of them.  They love all things ice cream, camping and are hard-working, honest good people.  But, I had to cook for them for that time period.  Well, I muddled by and fixed a few of Ben's new favorites.  Although, I think maybe I am going to set up a digital cookbook, so it is easier to just look up the favorites, print them up and cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Zack had a great time getting to know his Grandpa Ipson better, he seemed to have the magic touch and got this little guy to just laugh all the time.  He's a wonderful grandpa.   2 days after their departure we headed out to Bumpus Family reunion.  Life has been hectic this summer and I will discuss all of it in future blogs.  I just wanted to share how blessed I feel to be a part of the Ipson family.   I love them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To the left is Zacky and his grandpa Ipson, what a lucky boy to be so loved and to have inherited his Grandpa's beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-4937021836146063980?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4937021836146063980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=4937021836146063980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4937021836146063980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4937021836146063980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-weeks-ago-i-had-gulp-privilege-of.html' title='A Family Visit'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So18OrCyX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/shBKjgVVcIQ/s72-c/5888_101434943201389_100000046517603_46799_5343356_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2718792393896085595</id><published>2009-07-16T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:33:09.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fairytale Whether in Logan or OKC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So7nruQLZCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p9C-mpcj69Y/s1600-h/5470_LoganUT_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So7nruQLZCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p9C-mpcj69Y/s400/5470_LoganUT_hr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372486143835857954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Throughout my childhood I wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uld claim that the Logan temple was my favorite temple!  I fantasized a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; fairytale wedding there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But as I grew older I became realistic and knew that being married there was just a huge inconvenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nce to my family.  So, when Ben and I became engaged we discussed where to be married and it was a no brainer . . . OKC temple.  It was only 2 hours from home, small and intimate, and we both highly respected Pres. Gillesp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ie the temple President, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hom officiated at our ceremony.  It was a wonderful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; perfect (except for that wind!) day.  But, this past summer durin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;g a trip to Utah and o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n our way up to Idaho to meet Zack's great-great granpa, we were able to stop off and I at least saw it in pers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on!  I was greatly disappo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inted that the gates were closed, but still elated to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the beauty of this old structure.  Whether it is new and small or old and grand, The House of the Lord is afterall, The House of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;d.  We are blessed to have the gospel of Jesus Christ restored and the restoration of temple blessings, especially the principle of eternal families.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So7nKGGLO8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yxemLcjw_fY/s1600-h/2009.06.28-13.02.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So7nKGGLO8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yxemLcjw_fY/s400/2009.06.28-13.02.29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372485566120803266" 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/2717995730642431472-2718792393896085595?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2718792393896085595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2718792393896085595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2718792393896085595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2718792393896085595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/fairytale-whether-in-logan-or-okc.html' title='A Fairytale Whether in Logan or OKC'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So7nruQLZCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p9C-mpcj69Y/s72-c/5470_LoganUT_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8447636655924051482</id><published>2009-07-12T12:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:05:57.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 5!  (aka 5 generations)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So2FnhOFd9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZQkZUmvPW_g/s1600-h/5+generation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So2FnhOFd9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZQkZUmvPW_g/s400/5+generation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372096844501710802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This summer &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;traveled to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; for a family &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;, a family reunion/campout and for Zack and I to meet Ben's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;great-grandfather&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;wedding was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, the camp-out was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tolerable&lt;/span&gt;, because I got to sleep in the family cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;in rather than a tent &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;(YAY ME!!)&lt;/span&gt; but the highlight of the trip was our Journey to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; Blackfoot, ID&lt;/span&gt; where I got to meet great-grandpa Durney.  He is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;amazing gentleman&lt;/span&gt;, he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;99 &lt;/span&gt;years old, still living independently in his own home and had the most &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;infectious smile&lt;/span&gt;.  He is what we would all want to be when we age.  He's never let anything stop him. We had dinner with him in his home and then traveled back.  In the photo we have from left to right:  Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;n Ipson (gen.4) Zack Ipson (gen. 5) Great-grandpa Gordan Durney (gen. 1) Grandpa Carl Durney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (gen. 2) and my mother-in-law Carolyn Durney Ipson (gen.3)  What a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; lucky boy&lt;/span&gt; Zack is to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;meet his great-great grandpa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;amazingly&lt;/span&gt;, he looks jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;t li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So2IFhl4eXI/AAAAAAAAADw/mRKrVnVUWGc/s1600-h/2009.06.28-16.40.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So2IFhl4eXI/AAAAAAAAADw/mRKrVnVUWGc/s400/2009.06.28-16.40.31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372099559020853618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ke him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So2IzJmVoMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SXLtsCTZTFs/s1600-h/2009.06.28-16.54.57_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So2IzJmVoMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SXLtsCTZTFs/s400/2009.06.28-16.54.57_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100342854295746" 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/2717995730642431472-8447636655924051482?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8447636655924051482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8447636655924051482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8447636655924051482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8447636655924051482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-5-aka-5-generations.html' title='The Big 5!  (aka 5 generations)'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/So2FnhOFd9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZQkZUmvPW_g/s72-c/5+generation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-4616761585723502736</id><published>2009-06-12T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:37:56.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of the Fittest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SjLkZFRRWFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/be7Z89zm2j0/s1600-h/zack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346586827204679762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SjLkZFRRWFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/be7Z89zm2j0/s400/zack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, Ben and I ventured out on a date to go see "Night at the Museum" it was hilarious and a good way to relax and spend an afternoon with my handsome husband! We bravely left our Zacky in the hands of his two oldest female cousins -- Molly and Katie! This was Katie's first babysitting job outside of her siblings and I have to admit they did a wonderful job. Of course he refused to take the breast milk from a bottle and he cried, but all in all he survived quite nicely without me for a couple of hours. I missed him so much, but it was wonderful just to be Ben's sweetheart for that couple of hours. I love my husband dearly and trying to find time to just be his wife seems to be a daunting task. Anyone have suggestions? Anyway, Zack was fussing a bit when I got in, but a moment in my arms and he was back to normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand Zacky wore Katie out; I guess we know who won the "survival of the fittest" competition! I'm very proud of her for the great job she did protecting and nurturing my little guy. So, the pic you see is him shortly after we got home, sporting his new "vacation" hat. He looks like he's ready to go "Down Under" with his Pop. He looks great and this was proof of the great job they did. Thanks Molly and Katie, I needed that date!&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/2717995730642431472-4616761585723502736?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4616761585723502736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=4616761585723502736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4616761585723502736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4616761585723502736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/survival-of-fittest.html' title='Survival of the Fittest!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SjLkZFRRWFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/be7Z89zm2j0/s72-c/zack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-8227204409392822527</id><published>2009-05-20T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:46:50.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShRj-JEA-UI/AAAAAAAAADA/DWLomad_mJE/s1600-h/p10472ta102931_21_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShRj-JEA-UI/AAAAAAAAADA/DWLomad_mJE/s400/p10472ta102931_21_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338001377576679746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it so terribly wrong to be this crazy in love with your baby?   I can't get enough of him.  He smells so sweet, he coos and laughs when I talk to him and he just all round thinks I am the best thing in the world -- or is it that he's really just after the free meals I provide?&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/2717995730642431472-8227204409392822527?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8227204409392822527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=8227204409392822527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8227204409392822527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/8227204409392822527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShRj-JEA-UI/AAAAAAAAADA/DWLomad_mJE/s72-c/p10472ta102931_21_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-1432901290503487423</id><published>2009-05-19T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:41:25.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survivor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShMKwQnsKXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ROY3waLocb0/s1600-h/zackshots1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShMKwQnsKXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ROY3waLocb0/s320/zackshots1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621807575607666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not sure who is more of a survivor, me or my precious buddy.  Yesterday, I took &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt; for his first round of immunizations.  ACK!  No one told me it would be more traumatic for me than for him.  The nurse held his little legs firmly between her thighs and my Mom held his arm on one side and I held his arm on the other and they gave him 3 injections.  I cried right along with my boy.  I was warned that he might have a seriously bad night -- fever, crying, etc. but, he did pretty good.  I woke him up about 2 a.m. and gave him more tylenol and fed him a bit.  But this morning, he's been napping a lot and cooing at me.  The picture above was BEFORE he got his shots, poor thing didn't have a clue.  Oh, he's growing!  He weighed in at 10 lbs 3.5 oz. and was 23" long!  I just can't believe I'm so blessed to have this little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as my son.&lt;/span&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/2717995730642431472-1432901290503487423?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1432901290503487423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=1432901290503487423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1432901290503487423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/1432901290503487423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/survivor.html' title='A Survivor!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShMKwQnsKXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ROY3waLocb0/s72-c/zackshots1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-4393738240791850771</id><published>2009-05-18T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:32:07.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles and Grins and a touch of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShGw61A16wI/AAAAAAAAACY/v1Akw_f1iE4/s1600-h/4204_85724811159_531701159_2232970_4633361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShGw61A16wI/AAAAAAAAACY/v1Akw_f1iE4/s200/4204_85724811159_531701159_2232970_4633361_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337241558120262402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This past week, I lost a very dear friend -- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Tim Flanigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tim was an extraordinary man. He was from a family of 14 children, his mom gave birth to 3 sets of twins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Tim being a member of one of those sets.  Because of some complications at birth he had a mild case of cerebral palsy.  He never let this stop him.  He graduated from BYU and Law school and served a clerkship with a federal judge.  He h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ad just settled down into a career with a great position as an attorney in Washington D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   He was very generous (I know that he donated a large sum of money to my sister's trustfund after her husband passed away.) and selfless.   Tim became an endearing presence in my life.   Because of Tim, I became a better person. He is quite honestly one of the choicest spirits I have ever known. He was my friend, in the pre-Ben days my confidant, my mentor, my good ol' buddy. I will miss you terribly dearest of friends. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days wore on after Tim's passing, the Lord blessed me with witnessing my baby's first laugh.  What joy filled my heart to hold that smiley, flirty little boy.  He laughed and I laughed with him.   I was just sitting there holding him and talking to him about whatever odd thing was in my head and he started to laugh.  Ben and I were just so tickled &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; to hear this celestial sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear there will be pictures, I'll post as soon as I catch him on film!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-4393738240791850771?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4393738240791850771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=4393738240791850771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4393738240791850771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/4393738240791850771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/giggles-and-grins-and-touch-of-sorrow.html' title='Giggles and Grins and a touch of Sorrow'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/ShGw61A16wI/AAAAAAAAACY/v1Akw_f1iE4/s72-c/4204_85724811159_531701159_2232970_4633361_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6345040301555443886</id><published>2009-05-12T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:32:58.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers of Blessings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgnY6xobMXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OcoDdsWTn94/s1600-h/meg+and+zac3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgnY6xobMXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OcoDdsWTn94/s400/meg+and+zac3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335033737863967090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It seems to me that lately there has been a considerable amount of rain fall in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.  I love the rain -- the way it smells so fresh after a spring shower, the gentle pitter patter that can lull you to sleep, even the loud crashes and light displays.   But, those are not the showers I'm talking about, I'm feel so blessed to be a Mom and to be married to such a wonderful man.  My baby Zack is growing like a weed and sees to be a non-stop eating machine!  My bathroom is finally painted and useable, our roses are blooming, I have the coolest stroller in the world and love to go for long walks and the list goes on and on.  Oh yes, life is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-6345040301555443886?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6345040301555443886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6345040301555443886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6345040301555443886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6345040301555443886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/showers-of-blessings.html' title='Showers of Blessings!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgnY6xobMXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OcoDdsWTn94/s72-c/meg+and+zac3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-5130044271999930136</id><published>2009-04-05T15:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:57:21.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The clock sure WAS ticking . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgnWK-bM-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/WC_EVafWwAU/s1600-h/baby+Zack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgnWK-bM-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/WC_EVafWwAU/s320/baby+Zack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335030717641193522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The very next day after my last post, I gave birth to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e most incredible baby boy!  Labor was 16-1/2 hours long.  It started Friday night and ended at 1:20 p.m. on Saturday, March 7th.  I went more than 36 hours without sleep.  Sleep?  LOL, I hardly know what that is anymore!  Labor turned out to be a bit more intense then I ever dreamed it would be and I was so completely grateful when after about 7 hours of labor I was finally able to have an epidural.   As my neice Hannah used to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Ah, it was bayla tu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I pushed more than an hour and finally, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zackary Duane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e his appearance!  I am bless beyond measure to be the mother to this perfect, albeit demanding boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqf6cV5OTQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YoCj1h5-Y3Q/s1600-h/116891273_753520_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/Sqf6cV5OTQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YoCj1h5-Y3Q/s400/116891273_753520_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379543644737785090" 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/2717995730642431472-5130044271999930136?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5130044271999930136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=5130044271999930136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5130044271999930136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5130044271999930136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/clock-sure-was-ticking.html' title='The clock sure WAS ticking . . .'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgnWK-bM-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/WC_EVafWwAU/s72-c/baby+Zack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2513409817040977227</id><published>2009-03-06T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:21:49.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Clock is Ticking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SbFm7Bq2G_I/AAAAAAAAABo/BWfO3VtPqM4/s1600-h/Meg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SbFm7Bq2G_I/AAAAAAAAABo/BWfO3VtPqM4/s200/Meg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310138599892982770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it?  *tick, tick, tick* the clock is ticking out the baby countdown.  5 more days!  Imagine, I'm doing my happy pregnant, but my back is killing me dance.  I've got the mini-crib up and decorated in my best neutral-gender decor.  Nope, I don't know if it's a girl or boy, but I do know that I will be happy to hold this little one in my arms soon.   Anyway, I've decided to do it in a green, brown and monkeys theme.  That gives me time to do a girl/boy thing later.  We have the names picked out, baby clothes are washed, folded and stored away.  I have a cute red basket filled with newborn diapers and wipes, and I bought 4 sage green canvas baskets to act as drawers that we're putting on a bookshelf.  I think I am as ready as I can be.  Except . . . can I really do this?  I mean, go through labor, be a good Mom (after all I have a very hard act to follow with my big sister.) and be a loving, perfect wife to my DH Ben.   Well, I pray everyday that this baby will be healthy and I will be able to be the best Mommy I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2513409817040977227?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2513409817040977227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2513409817040977227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2513409817040977227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2513409817040977227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-clock-is-ticking.html' title='And the Clock is Ticking!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SbFm7Bq2G_I/AAAAAAAAABo/BWfO3VtPqM4/s72-c/Meg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-2229865006081255938</id><published>2009-03-03T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:33:24.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgncRP7JsAI/AAAAAAAAACA/mS7Jj80lS2I/s1600-h/l_45c990115932eb5b51329286ae10691b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgncRP7JsAI/AAAAAAAAACA/mS7Jj80lS2I/s400/l_45c990115932eb5b51329286ae10691b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335037422487580674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;"&gt;I truly feel so blessed when I think of mine and Ben's marriage. We are so happy with our life and can't think of any better way to spend our life than with each other. Today we are celebrating two years of marriage!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;"&gt;I sit here and smile as I write this, so glad that I am blessed enough to be in a wonderful marriage. It makes me think of Nephi when he said that there is opposition in all things and that you must know sadness before you can know happiness. I almost wonder if the Lord's plan for my first boyfriend (whom was extremely controlling and abusive) was to make me more aware and appreciative of Ben and how wonderful he is and if it was, it totally worked. I guess that is the trick with being omnipotent, He really does know what is best for all of us. It makes me humble to realize how much the Lord must love each of us to take into consideration all of the little things in each of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-2229865006081255938?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2229865006081255938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=2229865006081255938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2229865006081255938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/2229865006081255938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Us!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SgncRP7JsAI/AAAAAAAAACA/mS7Jj80lS2I/s72-c/l_45c990115932eb5b51329286ae10691b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-5078510370091312770</id><published>2009-02-02T13:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:52:24.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessing About Size!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SYdMv1ynm5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UUZdT9S3Coo/s1600-h/belly.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SYdMv1ynm5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UUZdT9S3Coo/s320/belly.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298287871401630610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, I'm on a countdown until "itty bitty" is born, 5 weeks left!  Whoo hoo!!!  I've been told forever that I am small for being as far along as I am, but I feel like an elephant.   Seriously,  does that look that small?  Oh well, I'm still excited and scared to be a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I went shopping this weekend and we finally picked up our carseat and stroller combo and today I washed and folded what little bit of neutral gen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SYdOeoGTqII/AAAAAAAAABY/Ab1ZaWVaCJ8/s1600-h/BeeHive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SYdOeoGTqII/AAAAAAAAABY/Ab1ZaWVaCJ8/s200/BeeHive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298289774691592322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;der clothing I have.  Now, I just have to wait on a bed.   Mom has ordered a mini-crib and Ben is trying his best to craft a cradle.  Mom's next door neighbor is quit a carpenter and he's making me a crib.  I'm excited about that.  He asked us to find a picture or a design we would like him to carve into the crib, I am crazy about bees (although not a ton in the crib bedding.) I was thinking about a beehive and bees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-5078510370091312770?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5078510370091312770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=5078510370091312770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5078510370091312770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/5078510370091312770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsessing-about-size.html' title='Obsessing About Size!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SYdMv1ynm5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UUZdT9S3Coo/s72-c/belly.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717995730642431472.post-6093747014680847181</id><published>2009-01-26T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:09:09.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I just have 6 weeks left before "itty bitty" is born.  I admit that I am scared to death, is that a good thing?  I mean, I'm going to be a Mom, responsible for someone else's life and what if I completely screw them up?    HELP!  Fortunately, I have great role models in my own Mom and my supermom/sister Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717995730642431472-6093747014680847181?l=theipsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6093747014680847181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717995730642431472&amp;postID=6093747014680847181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6093747014680847181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717995730642431472/posts/default/6093747014680847181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theipsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-weeks.html' title='6 weeks!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853553355445954757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJAsj9oOI-c/SX-uCkyQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9a4Qh69pbzM/S220/meg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
