<?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-6052324903700033064</id><updated>2012-02-11T14:55:35.743-08:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The Prescott Press</title><subtitle type='html'>Richard, Katie, Haylee, and Emma</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-6592707541238041124</id><published>2012-02-03T20:08:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:27:57.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am behind on my blogging ... Big surprise, right? Well, I want to do better. I need to do better. I would like to start by sharing our Christmas festivities this past December. As Haylee gets older, Christmas becomes more and more special and more traditions are created. Here is our Christmas story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with a car ride over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house. Literally. We headed up to Bear Lake for the weekend to celebrate Christmas with my family. We enjoyed a fancy Christmas dinner at a cozy Bed and Breakfast. We headed back to the cabin and celebrated as if it were Christmas morning. Everyone got into their pajamas and we started the fire and played Christmas music. We sat around the tree and exchanged gifts. I loved watching Haylee open her presents. She was so excited and it was contagious for what was to come on Christmas Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=002-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/002-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=024-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/024-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=028-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/028-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love visiting Bear Lake and sharing time with my parents. I really hate leaving. I always get sad on the drive home that we don't live closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=001-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/001-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next festivity was the annual Grandma Nell Christmas party with Richard's family. The party was a huge success. Richard's sister and I decided to cater a bit more to the children this time around. Our macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets with dipping sauces were a huge hit with all of the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids enjoyed a coloring table and they colored sheets to compete in a coloring contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lady that was swarmed by children the entire night making anything possible out of a balloons. Haylee got a flower and a bracelet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids adore "Aunt Ti Ti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeni and Kristy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week was "Christmas week". It was the final week to prepare for the big day. Haylee and I spent spent two straight days baking. We turned on the Christmas tunes and got to work! We made a double batch of oatmeal, cranberry, white chocolate chip cookies, a batch of snickerdoodles, and a batch of peanut butter cookies with chocolate kisses in the center. Haylee's favorite part was adding the kisses to the cookies. It was a new tradition to include Haylee on the baking this year. She loved helping and being a part of one of my favorite things about the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011002-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011002-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the annual Reynolds Christmas party. It's my favorite party at Christmas. The food is the best part! And seeing my family of course! My Aunt Janet makes these homemade rolls with homemade jam that are to die for! I could seriously eat them for dessert and be satisfied. And don't forget about my Grandma's slush and sugar cookies! She brought me a zip lock bag so I could take some of her cookies home and of course I left without them. I was so upset! I tried a new recipe this year for jell-o. I made a strawberry jell-o with a pretzel crust and a whip cream/cream cheese center. It turned out so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011002-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011002-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we held our annual Christmas program with all of the kiddos. The kids use hand puppets to share the story of Jesus' birth and we sing Christmas carols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011008-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011008-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome Grandma. She is 83 years young and can out shop me anyday of the week!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011008-2-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011008-2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Rich's parent's house for Christmas Eve dinner and our gift exchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma gave Haylee a new drawing pad. She has been drawing a lot lately and loves to draw spiders, circles, and rainbows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone headed outside to leave some food for Santa's reindeer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa made an early stop and dropped off the kids' Christmas pajamas. Santa left them waiting on the fireplace while the kids were outside. While the kids opened their jammies, the reindeer had their snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home to put the kids to bed so we could get started on the final Christmas morning preperations, but not until we got cookies and milk set out for the man in red. I am almost certain that Haylee was thinking about Santa coming to our house all night to bring presents and eat the cookies and drink the milk she left for him. The first thing she said when she woke up Christmas morning was, "Did Santa eat the cookies? Lets go see." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up way too late (until 4 am to be exact) Christmas Eve - wrapping, stuffing stockings, assembling toys, and even moving furniture. I wanted everything to be perfect because I knew it would all be worth it. And it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011005-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011005-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was pure magic. It was so special. Once the entire house was awake and Emma had downed her morning bottle, we made our way downstairs together. It is always exciting to see what Santa left and what he did to make it feel extra special - candles burning, Christmas music playing, furniture moved to accomidate extra large gifts and present opening around the tree. Haylee was a bit overwhelmed at first and was not sure what to do first. Of course that did not last long. She went to her new doll stroller and bike first. Then she wanted to open presents. Well, she wanted to open ALL of the presents. We made a deal and let her open Emma's presents as well as hers. It was too much fun! Haylee was really excited to see the cookies mostly gone and the milk drank that she left for Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011009-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011009-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011017-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011017-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011025-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011025-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gift: a microphone. I think we are regreting this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011022-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011022-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa brought Haylee a "Puter". (AKA a computer, an Innotab to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we exchanged all of our gifts and the orange rolls were baked and iced, we left our stockings and headed to Grandma's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011030-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011030-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed breakfast at Grandma Vicki's (and my delicious orange rolls, of course) and exchanged more gifts. Grandma Vicki was naught and gave Haylee a Baby Alive Doll. Fortunately, Haylee is still unaware that the doll will pee when given a bottle of water. Thank goodness! I really do not need any more diapers to change! Later, we traveled down to Grandma Angel's to have lunch and visit with extended family. Grandpa Bob was so cute and had gift bags for the older grandkids and gifts for all of the little kids too. He got polar bear stuffed animals for all of the girls. The store ran out, so Emma got a lion! He did it all himself! I was so proud of him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, we were all exhausted. Haylee was excited to get home and play with all of her new treasures. Richard and I were just ready to crash and relax because the next day would start a new week full of Christmas cleanup. Our house really looked as if Christmas exploded and threw up all over our living room! Although it sounded better to just stay in bed for a week to recover instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend so much time preparing for Christmas and then it is gone in a flash. Christmas really was good to us this year. We were so lucky to spend time together with family and friends. Before we know it, Christmas will be here again and we will do it all over once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas2011009-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/Christmas2011009-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-6592707541238041124?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6592707541238041124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=6592707541238041124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6592707541238041124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6592707541238041124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2012/02/christmas-catch-up.html' title='Christmas Catch Up'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Christmas%202011/th_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-3558359805890475715</id><published>2011-11-24T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:53:16.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>I could list everything I am thankful for, but pictures are more fun to look at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E067-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E067-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E057-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E057-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=E024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/E024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they beautuful? I feel so blessed to be their Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-3558359805890475715?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3558359805890475715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=3558359805890475715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3558359805890475715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3558359805890475715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/photobucket_3466.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/th_E007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-3441061636096946243</id><published>2011-11-11T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:33:11.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Lynn: A Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EmmasBirth008-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/EmmasBirth008-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Emma Lynn Prescott&lt;br /&gt;Born Wednesday, October 5, 2011 at 7:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;Weighing 8 pounds 3 ounces and measuring 19.5 inches long&lt;br /&gt;This is her story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was my second pregnancy, my doctor gave me the option to induce one week early at 39 weeks. This worked out perfectly! My parents were able to come down from Bear Lake to stay at our house with Haylee. It also worked out for me because I could not be pregnant one more day! I was extremely uncomfortable and huge! Emma was definitely out of room because any movement, kick, or punch was very painful. We scheduled the induction for Wednesday, October 5th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contacted by the hospital that Tuesday and was given instructions. I was told not to eat anything after midnight and that I would be called Wednesday morning with a time to come in. They do not give an exact time because my induction was elective so anyone that comes into the hospital in labor takes precedence and they never know how busy they will be. Well, obviously! They said that if | had not heard from someone by 10 am to call them. Well, 10 am rolled around and I had not heard from anyone. I called and spoke to the nurse in labor and delivery and she said that they have had an extremely busy night and did not have any rooms available for me! She did not want to give me a time and said to call back around 12:30. This was not a big deal, but I was told not to eat anything after midnight and was starving and still did not know when I was going to be induced. I called the nurse at my doctor's office and she said to go ahead and have something light and to keep hydrated so I would have energy to have a baby! My Mom fixed me some toast with jam and my Dad had gotten me a coke from the gas station. This was my last meal pregnant with Emma. I got ready and waited. The nurse called me around 12:30 before I could call her and said to come in ASAP! We loaded up the car and said our goodbyes to my parents and Haylee and drove to the hospital in the rain. It felt weird driving to the hospital to have a baby and not be in labor. We got checked in around 1:30 pm, but still had to wait for a room to be cleaned. It was a very active night and day for deliveries due to the storm that had come in overnight. The pressure drops and puts woman into labor. This was pretty significant because a snow storm had put me into labor with Haylee and it had snowed the whole time I was in labor and delivery. The storm on October 5th had not put me into labor, but it rained the whole time I was in labor and delivery. Just kind of crazy to think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wait was over and we were taken all the way down the hall to room 6. We took some last pictures of my prego belly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0071-Copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/IMG_0071-Copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into my gown and got settled into my bed. It was 2:10 pm when the nurse came in and got me hooked up to monitors, started an IV drip for hydration, and took some blood. I was checked for dilation, and I was at 2 cm. Then we waited for Dr. Terry. In the meantime, the nurse's shifts changed at 3:00 pm so I got a new nurse and thank goodness! I was told that Michelle would be coming in to take over. I wondered, could it be the Michelle that helped deliver Haylee? When she walked in I felt so much better about everything! It was the same nurse that was there when Haylee was born. Another sign! She did not remembers us right away, but we helped her remember. She was the best nurse and calmed so many of my fears then and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor broke my water to start labor. Instead of just breaking my water all at once, the doctor inserted a monitor that attaches to the baby's head. This does a couple of things. It acts as a monitor for the baby's heart rate and also breaks the water. When the monitor is attached to the baby's head it creates a hole in the sack. As the baby moves down, more fluid is released. So instead of my water breaking in one "gush", it drains slowly. This was so painful! I hated it! Once that was done, the Pitocin was started. The Pitocin causes the uterus to contract and puts you into active labor. I tried to go as far as I could before getting an epidural. The contractions did not start out very strong, but were close together from the beginning. Once I could not bare the pain anymore, we called for an epidural. Getting the epidural was so painful this time around. It really was not too bad when I was in labor with Haylee because I was on Fentanyl to take some of the edge off. Plus, I think different doctors have different methods of administering the epidural and it seemed like this doctor was having a hard time or something. It seemed like it took forever! I was squeezing Rich's hand so hard that it was turning red and going numb! The epidural kicked in right away, but did not take the pain away 100%. I could not feel the contractions, but I could still feel a lot of pressure. Once I was feeling better, I was checked again and was only at 3 cm! I thought, "This is going to take a while!" Since I was at 3 cm and it was dinner time, Dr. Terry decided to pick up his wife and take her to dinner since he had not seen her very much in the last couple of days. Dr. Terry was able to drive home, change his clothes, and start driving to Mimi's Cafe across the street from the hospital before he got a call from Michelle saying I was at 7 cm! He headed straight to the hospital along with his wife. Once he got back, I was at 9 cm! His wife decided to wait in the waiting room. Apparently, this was not the first time! At this point the epidural started to ware off and I was really uncomfortable. Dr. Terry had the anesthesiologist come back and give me another dose. It took the edge off and I could not feel the contractions again, but still felt pressure. I needed to push! I could feel Emma's head and she was ready! I pushed for about 18 minutes. It was a lot harder and more tiring this time around. When I delivered Haylee, I felt NOTHING. I was almost over numb! This time around I felt a lot of pressure and could feel Emma come out. Luckily, it was over fast! When she came out, Michelle says, "Wow! That's a big baby! At least 8 pounds!" I thought, no way! Emma was weighed and we could not believe that she was 8 lbs 3 oz. Haylee only weighed 6 lbs 10 oz and Dr. Terry thought Emma would only be a bit bigger than Haylee because I was measuring right on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EmmasBirth006-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/EmmasBirth006-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma was perfect in every way! My delivery went pretty smooth. I only tore a tiny bit which required a few stitches. I was bleeding more than normal so I stayed in delivery a bit longer for observation. They gave me every drug and shot possible to get the bleeding under control. Luckily, I did not lose enough blood for a transfusion. When the epidural started to ware off, I got the shakes really bad. I was shivering so bad! I also felt really weird like I was congested and needed to cough, but I couldn't because I was so sore. We stayed in delivery for a few hours and then we were able to get into our room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EmmasBirth026-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/EmmasBirth026-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EmmasBirth031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/EmmasBirth031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute nurse, Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EmmasBirth042-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/EmmasBirth042-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the hospital until Friday. My Mom was able to stay with us until Monday so we could get settled with some extra help. The first few days and nights were pretty rough. All you want is a routine and a schedule and Emma was so mixed up between days and nights. The most frustrating thing during the first little while was getting Emma's feedings figured out. I was trying to breast feed, but it seemed like she was never satisfied and would still be hungry after just being fed. I was worried that I was not producing enough milk for her. I started to pump and could see that I was producing enough, but she just had a hard time eating. I like to call her a lazy eater. She would not suck hard enough to get anything. So I started pumping and bottle feeding and supplemented a bit with formula, but I felt like all I was doing was feeding and pumping and with a two year old it makes it that much harder. It was such a relief to hand a bottle to Rich and have him take a turn. I needed that! This caused my milk supply to decrease. After talking with Emma's pediatrician, we decided to make the switch to bottles 100%. I felt really guilty as if I was being selfish by not breastfeeding. Emma's doctor eased my mind and made me feel better. Emma is still very healthy and will be healthy even if she is formula fed and I can bond with her just as easily with a bottle as with breastfeeding. Once we found the right formula, Emma started doing much better and her feedings are on a better schedule. I call her my little porker because she is always hungry and loves to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EmmasBirth006-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/EmmasBirth006-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haylee did really well at first. I was extremely surprised. She has been our little helper. She loves her "baby Emma". Sometimes too much. There has been an abundance of hugs and kisses and sometimes they aren't as soft as they should be. We did have a big meltdown at first regarding the binky. As you know, Haylee was very attached to her binky. Haylee has not had a binky for a while now, but when she saw Emma with one, she wanted it back. We used chap stick as a distraction. She loves chap stick so my parents took her to the store and let her pick out some chap stick and told her that big girls like her get chap stick and babies get binkies. Thank goodness it worked! Once Haylee realized that Emma was here to stay, the jealousy set in. It gets worse when Haylee gets over-tired, but when we realize what's happening, Rich and I will team up to give Haylee some extra attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EmmasBirth010-1-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/EmmasBirth010-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are getting the hang of things. Life seems so crazy right now. We are still working on a schedule and daily routine, but it gets better everyday. Having two kids definitely has its challenges, but also has its rewards. There is so much love flowing within our family. We feel so blessed to have two beautiful and healthy daughters. Life could not be any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-3441061636096946243?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3441061636096946243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=3441061636096946243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3441061636096946243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3441061636096946243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/photobucket_11.html' title='Emma Lynn: A Birth Story'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad331/kjprescott/Emma%20Lynn/th_EmmasBirth008-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7259322207224136469</id><published>2011-09-13T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:46:45.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been so long since I have made a blog post. I don't think I even made an official blog announcement that I was pregnant with our second child and I am now nearing the end of my pregnancy! I just wanted to give an update on what has been happening with us during the last nine months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2011&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We found out that we would be welcoming our second child into our family October 2011. We were a bit shocked, but we could not feel more blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wrecked Rich's precious jeep. You can read more about that on my previous post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Richard's Dad, Richard Lynn John, passed away on Sunday, February 20, 2011 due to a heart attack. It was the hardest thing Richard has ever had to deal with and it was extremly hard to see him hurt like that. Rick John was such an amazing man. He was talented in so many areas. He was best known for playing professional pool and winning many tournaments. He was also an amazing bowler and golfer. He loved traveling and playing poker. We do have one regret now that Rick is gone. We wish we would have spent more time with him. He was just getting to know Haylee and they shared such a special bond. This tought us a valuable lesson. Live life to its fullest and spend as much time with your family as possible because it can all change in a matter of minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haylee celebrated her 2nd birthday! We had a Yo Gabba Gabba party at Red Robin complete with a Foofa cake and all! It was so hard to believe my baby was turing two! She is definately growing up and becoming a little lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We found out we are having another girl! Rich is really out-numbered now! I am so excited for Haylee to have a sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the month of my half-way mark! I had my 20 week ultrasound and confirmed the baby is growing and developing right on track. We are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad celebrated his 60th birthday! Haylee and I were able to go up to Bear Lake and celebrate with him and the rest of the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, my Mom and I took our annual Shop Hop trip around the Wasatch Front. We took 3 days and drove to all of the quilt shops from Brigham City to Springville. We stayed in a hotel in Sandy and vegged out and sewed too. It was so nice to be with my Mom for some girl time and have a little break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;July 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were able to spend some time up at Bear Lake. Rich's family purchased a cabin this year so we are able to spend time with his family and my family when we go up there. The lake has filled up this year and is almost to the road on the east and west sides. To actually enjoy any beach you have to go to the North and South ends. We did spend some time at those beaches. Haylee loves to play in the sand, but wasn't too thrilled with the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich celebrated his 26th birthday on the 2nd. I took the night off of work and planned a little surprise party for him up Milcreek Canyon. It was extremely difficult to get him up there without him suspecting something, but the gesture was nice! We got a 6 foot sub from Subway, added some fruit and chips and some brownies and rice krispy treats and had a party. We celebrated with family and close friends. We lucked out and the rain waited until we were done, but got us out of there in a jiffy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were also able to head back up to Bear Lake for the yearly Raspberry Days festivities. It was nice to see some extended family. We went to the chuck wagon breakfast put on by the Fire Department, shop at the craft fair, and go to the Lake Town rodeo. It was a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;September 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have made it to September! I just celebrated my 26th birthday. It was a pretty low key birthday, but a definatley a good one. I am now 36 weeks along and will go to the doctor this week to schedule a day to be induced. Our little angel will be arriving the first week of October sometime as long as she doesn't come a little early. The nursery is done and I am getting the bags packed just in case ;) Since I am not so good with this blogging thing, the next post will probably be the the birth announcement of our second little princess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-7259322207224136469?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7259322207224136469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7259322207224136469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7259322207224136469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7259322207224136469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-has-been-so-long-since-i-have-made.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-274375138037082731</id><published>2011-02-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:33:56.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wreck</title><content type='html'>One week ago today, I experienced something I hope I will never have to experience again. It was very traumatic for me and something I will remember forever. It has definitely reminded me of the important things in life and that it can all change in seconds. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TVS8kWh7m9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/g8W_60LyPK8/s1600/IMG_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572285971673357266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TVS8kWh7m9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/g8W_60LyPK8/s400/IMG_0923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was headed home from work around 11 pm. I had just gotten on I-215 Westbound and was in the right line. I can't remember how fast I was going, but I am going to guess around 50-60 MPH. I noticed a tire ahead in the center of my lane. I remember thinking, "Could I run over it, should I just hit it?" Then I remember looking in my mirror and did not see any other cars so I decided to change lanes. By then it was almost too late, but I changed lanes anyway. I was closer to the tire by now so I swerved to miss it. I turned the steering wheel too much and my jeep began to lose control. I could not regain control at all. It was going all over the place if that makes any sense. The jeep began to lean to the left and I was preparing to roll. At that moment I remember bracing myself with my hands clenching the steering wheel and pushing on the brake pedal with both feet as hard as I could. I am not sure if applying the brakes was a smart thing to do, but it caused the jeep to turn 180 degrees before slamming into the cement barrier that divides the freeway. As soon as I stopped, I began screaming. Thankful to be alive and thankful to have stopped. The next thought filling my head was that I was facing the wrong direction towards on-coming traffic. Luckily, I was in the emergency lane. I began praying that no one would slam into me. The jeep had died so I could not move it. I ended up calling UHP (bad decision) and they helped start the jeep. I filled out a report and then received a ticket for improper lane travel. Perfect way to kick me when I was down! So much for my FREE roadside assistance with my insurance carrier. Why didn't I call them? I am just going to blame it on shock. My mind was racing and I had never been in this kind of situation before. In the end, I have learned a lot from this experience. Both good and bad. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-23w0q2nehPU/TVS8j8UpZnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/DP6qFZp4mCE/s1600/IMG_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572285964638316146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-23w0q2nehPU/TVS8j8UpZnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/DP6qFZp4mCE/s400/IMG_0922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The jeep is a total loss. Besides the noticeable body damage, the axles are bent, the front sway bar is snapped, and both right rims are bent. It would cost our insurance company more to fix the repairs than the jeep is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYIERO-KKIg/TVS8jo35vyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QcKTo_of6do/s1600/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572285959417478946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYIERO-KKIg/TVS8jo35vyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QcKTo_of6do/s400/IMG_0921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have speant a lot of time thinking about what could have been or what I should have done differently. But then I stop and think that what's done is done and this is how it happened. Maybe for a reason, maybe not. I can not go back and change anything now. I can just be thankful. Thankful to be alive and thankful to not be hurt. I feel like an angel was watching over me that night. It could have been worse and I am so glad it wasn't. I feel like I am here for a reason and my time is not done. I have a lot more to give. I feel so blessed with all of the love that surrounds me. I hope to live each day to the fullest and will use this tragic day as a reminder that our lives could change in a matter of seconds and to not take any of it for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-274375138037082731?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/274375138037082731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=274375138037082731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/274375138037082731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/274375138037082731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-week-ago-today-i-experienced.html' title='The Wreck'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TVS8kWh7m9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/g8W_60LyPK8/s72-c/IMG_0923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7392129312763315757</id><published>2010-12-21T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:49:17.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are Special Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are counting down&lt;/span&gt; the days&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; until Christmas is here and Santa visits the Prescott home. We have been staying busy with family parties, shopping, wrapping, baking, and everything else that goes into preparing for the big day. I am so excited for Christmas this year. Christmas is such a fun holiday as a child and as you grow older it starts to lack a bit of the excitement, but once you have a child of your own you are able to be somewhat of a kid again. A part of my childhood has returned this year. All of my attention has been on Haylee and making her Christmas magical and memorable. I had wonderful Christmases growing up. Some of my best memories were at Christmas time. It was not about the presents, but about the traditions. That is what I want to carry on for our family. Some of our traditions include walking around Temple Square admiring the lights, driving to Christmas Street on Christmas Eve and reading the story of Christ's birth on the billboards, Christmas Eve pajamas, baking cookies, watching Christmas movies, listening to Christmas music, and all that goes into making Christmas morning special. I can not wait for Christmas morning and to see Haylee's face light up. I am sure it is something I will treasure forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2yJ6BgnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vK7adoVS6s4/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553350419549356658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2yJ6BgnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vK7adoVS6s4/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All dolled up to see Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2x2QpCmI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wzfr33_5iN8/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553350414275512930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2x2QpCmI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wzfr33_5iN8/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2xbZzacI/AAAAAAAAAlU/U9wmdvjfgC8/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553350407066184130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2xbZzacI/AAAAAAAAAlU/U9wmdvjfgC8/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Haylee's Christmas dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2w_278nI/AAAAAAAAAlM/NVhAun4RaOE/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553350399672185458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2w_278nI/AAAAAAAAAlM/NVhAun4RaOE/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2Oga1AuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2Gyblqdca84/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553349807117239010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2Oga1AuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2Gyblqdca84/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haylee HATED sitting on Santa's lap. She was terrified! As soon as we left, she kept saying, "Ho, Ho!" and "Santa, Santa!". I couldn't tell if that was because she wanted to go back and see him again or because she was angry with him (or me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2OPMpQaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ekNv2_VwkO8/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553349802494345634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2OPMpQaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ekNv2_VwkO8/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haylee did stop crying for a brief moment when Santa started telling her he could bring her a baby doll to rock. She got pretty excited, then looked at Santa and remembered what was happening and started to cry again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2NkcSAVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qbHTK7L6LkU/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553349791017206098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2NkcSAVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qbHTK7L6LkU/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Poor Santa. He stayed so calm with a screaming kid on his lap. I am sure he is very use to it by now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2NSOKpdI/AAAAAAAAAks/w7hUSABJ4M4/s1600/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553349786126165458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2NSOKpdI/AAAAAAAAAks/w7hUSABJ4M4/s400/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one makes me feel bad. Like I am a bad Mom for torturing my child to sit on Santa's lap for a silly picture. Poor girl. Every Mom does it though, right? That is what I keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope everyone has a Merry and Magical Christmas! I know I will! &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/6052324903700033064-7392129312763315757?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7392129312763315757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7392129312763315757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7392129312763315757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7392129312763315757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-counting-down-days-until.html' title='These Are Special Times'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TRF2yJ6BgnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vK7adoVS6s4/s72-c/Haylee%2BMisc%2B2010%2B032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7579525256572680603</id><published>2010-12-07T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:03:28.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come join us at this year's Holiday Boutique! There will be different vendors selling all kinds of fun and unique gifts! Perfect for anyone on your Christmas list! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TP8MF-8eNuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wm-kgvlNaZQ/s1600/Holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548166562879256290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TP8MF-8eNuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wm-kgvlNaZQ/s400/Holiday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope to see you all there! &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/6052324903700033064-7579525256572680603?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7579525256572680603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7579525256572680603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7579525256572680603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7579525256572680603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-join-us-at-this-years-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/TP8MF-8eNuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wm-kgvlNaZQ/s72-c/Holiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-5613940391783871029</id><published>2010-08-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:43:37.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been several months since I have made a blog post ... Haylee has changed so much since the last post that you may not recognize her. She is not a baby anymore, but turning into a little girl. She is our little princess who keeps us laughing everyday! She has such a fun personality and it shows in these photos! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiSgC9eBQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/v1JGe3_puAw/s1600/H038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510315223335961858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiSgC9eBQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/v1JGe3_puAw/s400/H038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiR6AhnCsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sIa6cSqtdEc/s1600/H041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510314569847212738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiR6AhnCsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sIa6cSqtdEc/s400/H041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiRpawCtJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/BXRhZ66WoL4/s1600/H017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510314284829291666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiRpawCtJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/BXRhZ66WoL4/s400/H017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiQ4vbtD6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/cpDH1dJNgk0/s1600/H012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510313448567541666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiQ4vbtD6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/cpDH1dJNgk0/s400/H012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiQsK5ZvVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EB7YMmEe22M/s1600/H005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510313232601562450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiQsK5ZvVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EB7YMmEe22M/s400/H005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were taken by Janelle Bird at Wheeler &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farm on August 17, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6052324903700033064-5613940391783871029?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5613940391783871029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=5613940391783871029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/5613940391783871029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/5613940391783871029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-several-months-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/THiSgC9eBQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/v1JGe3_puAw/s72-c/H038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7822693672084640659</id><published>2010-04-30T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:37:04.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIdxOkflI/AAAAAAAAAjM/61lD2Jcm82s/s1600/Easter+Dress+2010+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466042249012084306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIdxOkflI/AAAAAAAAAjM/61lD2Jcm82s/s320/Easter+Dress+2010+%285%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little disappointed that we were not able to attend church on Easter Sunday this year due to General Conference. However, I do enjoy listening to conference and I am always in need of the words and lessons that come from it. I was just looking forward to getting Haylee all dressed up in her new Easter dress. So we dressed up the week before. We got all ready and at about 10:45 am (our church begins at 11:00 am) Rich decides to tell me that it is Stake Conference, so we needed to go to the stake center instead of our ward. I told him that Stake Conference always starts at 10:00 am and also reminded him that our stake center is located pretty far from us (our boundaries are weird). So much for that! We decided to skip it since we would be over an hour late. I was so determined to go somewhere in our pretty outfits so we met up with my parents and grandparents for a yummy breakfast instead. Here are some pics of Haylee in her Easter dress. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIdDCDpDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LFQs1ym8IjA/s1600/Easter+Dress+2010+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466042236611568690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIdDCDpDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LFQs1ym8IjA/s320/Easter+Dress+2010+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee is such a happy girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIcuewE7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/vbS094chBTE/s1600/Easter+Dress+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466042231094776754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIcuewE7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/vbS094chBTE/s320/Easter+Dress+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, maybe not always happy! She was getting irritated with me making her stand there so I could get a complete view of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIcKtgD1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/utlQHqlNv8I/s1600/Easter+2010+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466042221492965202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIcKtgD1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/utlQHqlNv8I/s320/Easter+2010+%286%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fast forward .... Easter Sunday up at my parent's cabin in Bear Lake. Here are Haylee's gifts from the Easter Bunny. Where is her Easter basket you ask? Well, it got left at home. Ooops! I checked at Wal-Mart in Evanston, WY on our way up to Bear Lake and they were completely out! I was so disappointed! She got some stacking blocks, two books, two movies, a fuzzy bunny friend, and some Fisher Price Little People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tGzpZWGoI/AAAAAAAAAis/VoaQ6SXH9nM/s1600/Easter+2010+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466040425843661442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tGzpZWGoI/AAAAAAAAAis/VoaQ6SXH9nM/s320/Easter+2010+%289%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Is this for me? Are you sure? Can I open it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tGx2fTF0I/AAAAAAAAAic/29YTB5-YdQ4/s1600/Easter+2010+%2822%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466040394998552386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tGx2fTF0I/AAAAAAAAAic/29YTB5-YdQ4/s320/Easter+2010+%2822%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried to do an Easter egg hunt for Haylee, but it did not work out so great. She found the first egg and was satisfied. No need to find more. She was not even interested in what was inside. She just wanted to shake them and listen to the noise she was creating. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tFnflekYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/TsgZal6ROEs/s1600/Easter+Weekend+2010+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466039117540135298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tFnflekYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/TsgZal6ROEs/s320/Easter+Weekend+2010+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am trying to figure out Haylee's fascination with her Grandpa Craig. Maybe it is because he puts her in cardboard boxes and pushes her all around? It is a possibility for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tFmmCRylI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Q0UWhIhFptA/s1600/Easter+Weekend+2010+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466039102091676242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tFmmCRylI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Q0UWhIhFptA/s320/Easter+Weekend+2010+%2812%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee LOVES Grandpa! She has to be near him at all times and if he walks away without her at his side, she has a meltdown! They have so much fun together! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tFlyf9JOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wl6gxXeNrKA/s1600/Easter+Weekend+2010+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466039088257508578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tFlyf9JOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wl6gxXeNrKA/s320/Easter+Weekend+2010+%2815%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just playin'! Do you notice what she is holding in her right hand? Yes, it is a binkie that belongs to a doll that belongs at the cabin. She held on to it the entire time we were there. She ate with it, bathed with it, and slept with it. I have no clue what is so great about a binkie you can not suck? All I know is that the binkie had to come home with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-7822693672084640659?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7822693672084640659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7822693672084640659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7822693672084640659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7822693672084640659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S9tIdxOkflI/AAAAAAAAAjM/61lD2Jcm82s/s72-c/Easter+Dress+2010+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-6623621542966577329</id><published>2010-04-12T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:24:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haylee's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P7ASfInCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pgF7uZ5dw8Y/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P7ASfInCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pgF7uZ5dw8Y/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459483155684170786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cupcake Cake I made! It had its challenges, but it turned out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P1mmh8kZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/yRucrY0lEzA/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P1mmh8kZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/yRucrY0lEzA/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459477216829936018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made about 4 dozen cupcakes for all of our guests. I did not think they would want any of Haylee's cake after she had her way with it! We rented Casey and Ashlee's clubhouse and it was perfect! We held the party the day before her actual birthday on March 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P1l-bTLXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cWPWrvy53FA/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P1l-bTLXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cWPWrvy53FA/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459477206064639346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P1lbPQEbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gcNga0A5j-M/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P1lbPQEbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gcNga0A5j-M/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459477196618863026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlee helped me make a "Birthday Girl" banner. Cupcakes of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0id4kGkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jWH0L8Lh3CM/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0id4kGkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jWH0L8Lh3CM/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476046277777986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee loved opening her presents! She got spoiled! It was a little difficult with all of the other kiddos, but that is to be expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0iCCFscI/AAAAAAAAAgM/l6uIWR2YjDc/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0iCCFscI/AAAAAAAAAgM/l6uIWR2YjDc/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476038801535426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite pics! It shows off her cute outfit. I made a cupcake skirt and a cupcake shirt to match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0hr2aPeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/V9dvfqrP6gg/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0hr2aPeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/V9dvfqrP6gg/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476032846970338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening the Elmo phone from Grandma Tami. She got to pick it out herself at the toy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0hIlw_DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Cbw36tIBQWA/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P0hIlw_DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Cbw36tIBQWA/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476023381916722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the winner! Nicole gave Haylee a princess bike. We had to put it up on the table so Haylee could sit on it. All of the other kids wanted it so bad! It actually required tools to assemble it and that was a good thing because I don't think Haylee would have gotten much use out of it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pzc-HclwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/8103f8K-dUQ/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pzc-HclwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/8103f8K-dUQ/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459474852339291906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee was a little scared and really confused when we lit the candle and everyone sang to her. She wanted to touch the flame so bad so I had to hold her hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pzcm-RfeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/e9KLIHk5FQc/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pzcm-RfeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/e9KLIHk5FQc/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459474846126800354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was a little unsure about what to do with this cake in front of her. Rich had to take her hand and shove it into the cake and show her how it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pyr-66HQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tCYHIYR0vQQ/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pyr-66HQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tCYHIYR0vQQ/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459474010741546242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she ate more frosting than actual cake. I was afraid she was going to throw up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PyrXF9VII/AAAAAAAAAfc/4lx3Oepj5OI/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PyrXF9VII/AAAAAAAAAfc/4lx3Oepj5OI/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459474000050476162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point she bent down and just used her mouth on the cake! She decided it was easier that way! Smart girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pyqy5ZYhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wlXTCtUFYds/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pyqy5ZYhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wlXTCtUFYds/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459473990334112274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummmmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxxAK322I/AAAAAAAAAfM/bAzmTsS9jjQ/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxxAK322I/AAAAAAAAAfM/bAzmTsS9jjQ/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472997464660834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her actual Birthday, March 29th. Haylee and I spent the day with Grandma and Grandpa before they had to head back to Bear Lake. We hit up a few quilt stores (probably not the stores of choice for Haylee) and had lunch. Once Daddy got home from work we went to dinner at Morelia then headed to the mall and got Haylee's ears pierced. She sure did not like that at all! It was way worse than getting shots. It was so hard for her to calm herself down. She was so upset! Then, I felt like a bad mommy for making her baby cry on her birthday. Oh! But she looks so adorable! When we got home from the mall, we let her open her presents from Mommy and Daddy. She was able to open them at her own pace and all by herself! She got some stacking cups, some books and movies, and a mini kitchen! Oh! And don't forget all of the clothes I got her. I did not bother wrapping them because I did not think she would be too excited for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxwiahhxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/aXtHZaqqNV0/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxwiahhxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/aXtHZaqqNV0/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472989477242642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out her new stacking cups with Dad! She loves stacking them and fitting them inside each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pxv0TbQoI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jFO-SfJcvnQ/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8Pxv0TbQoI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jFO-SfJcvnQ/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472977099440770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening up a new book! She sure loves books! She likes to be read to and loves to just look through them all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxEykifXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qdhQfsyW_rU/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxEykifXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qdhQfsyW_rU/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472237899971954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh my! Is this for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxEA_XcnI/AAAAAAAAAes/-YRDJ6jPBVA/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxEA_XcnI/AAAAAAAAAes/-YRDJ6jPBVA/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472224590721650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her mini kitchen. She absolutely loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxDkDlgZI/AAAAAAAAAek/yqmSLw5MLU4/s1600/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8PxDkDlgZI/AAAAAAAAAek/yqmSLw5MLU4/s320/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472216823792018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The balloons from her party lasted for days! She was completely obsessed with them! She would just sit and point at them until we would bring them down to her level to hit them. Rich finally just tied them to the back of her princess bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can not believe my baby girl is one! This year has flown by! It has been the best year ever! I fall in love with this little girl more and more everyday! She is such a blessing and wonderful addition to my life. I could not imagine life without her. Happy First Birthday Princess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-6623621542966577329?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6623621542966577329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=6623621542966577329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6623621542966577329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6623621542966577329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2010/04/haylees-first-birthday.html' title='Haylee&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S8P7ASfInCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pgF7uZ5dw8Y/s72-c/Haylee%27s+1st+Birthday+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-331210418443549681</id><published>2010-01-18T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:50:15.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009 (better late than never)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VONMhvy_I/AAAAAAAAAec/Z9JmTBSY_JE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+027.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VONMhvy_I/AAAAAAAAAec/Z9JmTBSY_JE/s320/Christmas+2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428330914473036786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas this year was very different, but also better then ever because Haylee is with us now. There is so much to prepare for the holidays and so little time. Christmas came so fast and I was not ready at all! Christmas was so stressful and busy that it was hard to enjoy the holiday and relax. We took off Christmas afternoon for Bear Lake to see my family. So, the days leading up to Christmas were not only spent preparing for Christmas itself, but also getting ready to leave town. Christmas day was really busy and stressful traveling to different family gatherings, but once we got to Bear Lake, we were able to really enjoy the holiday and relax. There was lots of delicious food, time with family, relaxation, and even a little quilting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VMQ75mMpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fi51_06Xprs/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+089.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VMQ75mMpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fi51_06Xprs/s320/Christmas+2009+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428328779705889426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning was special with our angel with us for the first time! We planned on not getting much for Haylee due to her age. We assumed she would be more interested in the wrapping paper and bows than anything else. Well, she did not know what to do when I put a present in front of her! She really was not too interested in anything. Maybe a little overwhelmed. Once we unwrapped the presents and found the toys underneath the paper she got a little more intrigued. She really only opened 2 or 3 presents Christmas morning and I took the rest with us to Bear Lake. Once we were up at Bear Lake she knew a little better what to do with the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VMQZhYzWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/csBd4DyMtMw/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+091.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VMQZhYzWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/csBd4DyMtMw/s320/Christmas+2009+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428328770477542754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to stick a bow on her head! Mean Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VMQEQT_4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/fHdWpgDbMRY/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+094.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VMQEQT_4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/fHdWpgDbMRY/s320/Christmas+2009+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428328764768780162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking a little confused, but she loves her little train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VLHon7a1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/hqtTtnbqDUI/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+096.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VLHon7a1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/hqtTtnbqDUI/s320/Christmas+2009+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428327520401058642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rich and I gave each other iPhones for Christmas so I was not planning on anything else Christmas morning, but Rich surprised me with some cute boots and some CD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VLGzsEWLI/AAAAAAAAAds/-AQ2sb1QYZk/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+135.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VLGzsEWLI/AAAAAAAAAds/-AQ2sb1QYZk/s320/Christmas+2009+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428327506191341746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee opening her present from her cousin, Sienna. It was a cute outfit to match Sienna's. See the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VJJiRncwI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yDxU4sWY0QQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+143.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VJJiRncwI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yDxU4sWY0QQ/s320/Christmas+2009+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428325354033345282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee liked the box to her ball popper better than the actual ball popper. The ball popper actually scares her a little! She hates the sound and when the balls pop out of the top, they make her jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VJJOR2uTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/iaANrIzd8bU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+153.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VJJOR2uTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/iaANrIzd8bU/s320/Christmas+2009+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428325348665637170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee and Sienna in their Christmas pj's with their matching Christmas quilts hanging out on Grandma's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VJIsAwM-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/0-mAzd8EiQo/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+171.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VJIsAwM-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/0-mAzd8EiQo/s320/Christmas+2009+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428325339467101154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matching Cousins!&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/6052324903700033064-331210418443549681?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/331210418443549681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=331210418443549681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/331210418443549681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/331210418443549681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009-better-late-than-never.html' title='Christmas 2009 (better late than never)'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/S1VONMhvy_I/AAAAAAAAAec/Z9JmTBSY_JE/s72-c/Christmas+2009+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-1998831437632603749</id><published>2009-12-20T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:31:34.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8UfmSdurI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3UN0D0nOwoI/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+058.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8UfmSdurI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3UN0D0nOwoI/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417571409836489394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoy our new family pictures! It was definitely exhausting getting our sweet little Haylee to cooperate, but we did end up with some amazing photos. Our photographer, Janelle Bird with Labella Photography is the best! I am so happy with how they turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8UfNezsiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rfndGZDxwtI/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+020.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8UfNezsiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rfndGZDxwtI/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417571403177374242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8Jro95kxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iSrMP91yDMM/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+067.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8Jro95kxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iSrMP91yDMM/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417559522086064914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried everything possible to keep Haylee sitting in one place for more than two minutes at a time. Pearls seemed to do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8JrBwyLfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zpnvKN06BYk/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+049.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8JrBwyLfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zpnvKN06BYk/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417559511562071538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Haylee was busy crawling all over the studio, we decided to take a few shots of just the two of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8JqnKeutI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bQcIFs3rXBk/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+043.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8JqnKeutI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bQcIFs3rXBk/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417559504422091474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6TgaFiaoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qIToW4fjpb4/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+057.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6TgaFiaoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qIToW4fjpb4/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417429586740931202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6RYQwojuI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wg5m4D89KUA/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6RYQwojuI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wg5m4D89KUA/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417427247775125218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janelle took some "on-the-move" shots because Haylee did not want to sit still. This one turned out amazing! It is actually one of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6RX1xNGiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pMxj-i0P3cM/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+038.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6RX1xNGiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pMxj-i0P3cM/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417427240529762850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6RXdiACRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Qjf_sN9SbFs/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+007.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy6RXdiACRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Qjf_sN9SbFs/s320/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417427234023541010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a little upset with myself that I did not send out Christmas cards this year. I procrastinated like always. I put this photo session together in one week, outfits and all. I was so lucky Janelle was able to fit us in at the last minute. So consider this our Christmas greeting.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! May your holidays be merry and bright!&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/6052324903700033064-1998831437632603749?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1998831437632603749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=1998831437632603749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1998831437632603749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1998831437632603749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-pictures-2009.html' title='Family Pictures 2009'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sy8UfmSdurI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3UN0D0nOwoI/s72-c/Family+Pictures+Dec+2009+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-2695373778197294601</id><published>2009-12-04T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:37:40.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haylee is now 8 months old! Time is going so fast and she is growing and changing so much! I did not even do a post when she turned 7 months and by the time I got around to it, she was turning 8 months. Well, here is a little update and some pictures .... FINALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmnVaW-xhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2Hi9x4i0jrQ/s1600-h/Haylee+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411540413557163538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmnVaW-xhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2Hi9x4i0jrQ/s320/Haylee+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee started scooting on November 9th. She is getting around quite nicely as a matter of fact. I wouldn't call it crawling because she is not up on her knees. She really just pulls her body with her hands and pushed with her feet. She is everywhere and getting into everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmnU8GR4JI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XdwbacWK6PM/s1600-h/Haylee+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411540405434048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmnU8GR4JI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XdwbacWK6PM/s320/Haylee+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She just started moving one night when Rich laid down his shiny watch on the floor and Haylee was determined to get it. We were so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmnUcSGuPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/70VvCdX3XhQ/s1600-h/Haylee+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411540396893714674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmnUcSGuPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/70VvCdX3XhQ/s320/Haylee+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry! We let her play with the watch as soon as she achieved her goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmjMTyVvI/AAAAAAAAAas/huUQYuDvjzc/s1600-h/Haylee+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411539550792210162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmjMTyVvI/AAAAAAAAAas/huUQYuDvjzc/s320/Haylee+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee is such a happy baby! She is always smiling and loves to laugh. If you look close, you can see her two top teeth. Yup! That's right! Haylee had a total of four teeth just after turning 7 months of age. Don't even try and feel for other teeth because this little one bites! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmimEKVgI/AAAAAAAAAak/x0BiQGOHEDo/s1600-h/Haylee+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411539540526126594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmimEKVgI/AAAAAAAAAak/x0BiQGOHEDo/s320/Haylee+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylee loves her Daddy! She says "DaddaDaddaDadda...". Sometimes she gets out a little "MommaMommaMomma" too! Rich thinks she says "Dadda" more because she loves him more, but I reassure him that she is just blabbering and has no idea what she is saying. He disagrees of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmiNXBSxI/AAAAAAAAAac/O1DiJX0FtQQ/s1600-h/Haylee+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411539533894339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmiNXBSxI/AAAAAAAAAac/O1DiJX0FtQQ/s320/Haylee+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Haylee up at the cabin. She loves to play with pill bottles. She just shakes them and loves to hear the noise she is creating. It actually looks bad that I let her play with them, but don't worry. I don't leave her unattended with them and as of right now, she can not get the lids off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sxmmhuz47cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Z5RkecTCU-0/s1600-h/Haylee+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411539525693926850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sxmmhuz47cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Z5RkecTCU-0/s320/Haylee+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I leave the room for two seconds and come back to find this! My little monster got into the Wii! It is definitely time to do some more child-proofing around the house! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmhGH17cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/819qTq5o6to/s1600-h/Haylee+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411539514771762626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmmhGH17cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/819qTq5o6to/s320/Haylee+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was very upset when I took it away! She had fun while it lasted! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-2695373778197294601?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2695373778197294601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=2695373778197294601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2695373778197294601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2695373778197294601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/12/haylee-is-now-8-months-old-time-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SxmnVaW-xhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2Hi9x4i0jrQ/s72-c/Haylee+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-212142605649896037</id><published>2009-11-30T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:00:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day 2009</title><content type='html'>Sorry no pictures on this post either! I took the camera with us on Thanksgiving and kept trying to take pictures and the stupid camera would not work. Well, come to find out (and a little late I might add) the battery was dead! I didn't even think of that because it would turn on, it just would not take a picture. Rich told me once the day was over. Maybe I am just blonde! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! We had a great day! It was just me and Haylee driving to Nicole's this year. Sadly, Rich had to work. Actually, I was not that bummed about it because he was paid double to sit around and play cards all day. He joined us around four. Dinner with the in-laws was delicious! I made my yams like always and they were a hit! I was a little bummed that there were not any home-made rolls this year. Not even Rhodes! I do understand that it is very stressful making a Thanksgiving dinner, but come on! It is so crazy how long it takes to prepare for the meal and it only takes about 10 minutes to stuff ourselves. That is exactly what we did! Haylee loved the mashed potatoes and yams. I could not feed her fast enough. After dinner, all of the kiddies napped and everyone else watched Four Christmases. That is a funny one! I totally recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Thanksgiving. It is one of my favorite holidays. I feel like it kind of gets a little jipped because it seems like we go from Halloween straight to Christmas, but really it is a special holiday. It is all about family and nothing else. There are no gifts involved and no pressure for any. It is a relaxing day to just be with loved ones. I am so grateful for my family. Family is all we have. It is the most valuable thing ever. I would be lost with out them! I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to list some things I am most grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My wonderful husband, Rich&lt;br /&gt;*My precious angel, Haylee&lt;br /&gt;*Family &lt;br /&gt;*The Gospel&lt;br /&gt;*Good Health&lt;br /&gt;*Our Home&lt;br /&gt;*Employment&lt;br /&gt;*Health Insurance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-212142605649896037?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/212142605649896037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=212142605649896037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/212142605649896037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/212142605649896037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-day-2009.html' title='Turkey Day 2009'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7881519733763081018</id><published>2009-11-06T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:54:30.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Bad News...</title><content type='html'>Around 2 am this morning I received a text from my best friend, Lindsey, informing me that her brother-in-law, Aaron Thomas Nemelka, had been shot and killed during a murdering rampage at Fort Hood, Texas on Thursday. I was overwhelmed with sadness and grief for Aaron who lost his life so young and for his family he left behind. Please take a moment today to remember and honor those who lost their lives yesterday and for all of the other soldiers who are fighting for our freedom. I am truly grateful for them and the risk they take everyday for me and my family. My heart goes out to the Nemelka family. You are in my thoughts and prayers at this time of need and comfort. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers as well. Click on the link below to read the entire story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=8577595"&gt;ksl.com - West Jordan man among those killed in Fort Hood, Texas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=157&amp;amp;sid=8567506"&gt;ksl.com - Neighbor: Fort Hood suspect emptied his apartment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-7881519733763081018?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7881519733763081018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7881519733763081018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7881519733763081018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7881519733763081018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-bad-news.html' title='More Bad News...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-3457003836506583064</id><published>2009-11-05T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:15:28.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for Mary</title><content type='html'>"We said goodbye to Neil last night for this time on earth. It was extremely difficult and comforting at the same time. Again thank you all for your love and support. Please continue to pray for me and my children. We have felt your prayers and we will need them in the days to come. Love, Mary" - from Mary's Facebook&lt;br /&gt;"We said goodbye to our dad tonight. We feel peace and know our heavenly father is here with us. We know he is in a better place and that we will feel his presence with us throughout our lives. Please continue to pray for our family at this time, we love and appreciate all of you. We know we will see him again." - from Mary's daughter's Facebook&lt;br /&gt;On November 4, 2009, Mary said goodbye to her sweet husband. Sadly, he passed away due to complications that began with the flu. Mary works at Cogent Health with me. I do not work directly with her, but do see her on occasion. She has grown extremely close with my good friend, Kalee. It is so easy to be sad when this happens so close to home. My heart goes out to Mary and her family during this time of grief. Please pray for them and for all other families going through hard times during this horrible flu season. Please take care of yourselves and go to the doctor immediately when symptoms worsen or a fever begins. This flu hits hard and it must be caught quick.&lt;br /&gt;You are in my prayers Mary! We all love you and hope you will be comforted in this time of need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-3457003836506583064?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3457003836506583064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=3457003836506583064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3457003836506583064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3457003836506583064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-for-mary.html' title='A Prayer for Mary'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-1516590207190083838</id><published>2009-11-01T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:39:16.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Monster's First Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su54SfpjFxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OavhRmbAsMQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+042.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su54SfpjFxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OavhRmbAsMQ/s320/Halloween+2009+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385262392547090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee was a pink monster for Halloween. I was very proud of her for keeping the hat on her head. She had to get in and out of her costume about five times and hated every minute of it, but once it was on she was ok. I must admit, there was a grin on her face from ear to ear when it came off. We had to make a special stop at Grandma and Grandpa's to take pictures and then it was off to the party at Aunt Nicole's! Her costume was perfect for keeping her warm while trick-or-treating around Nicole's neighborhood with all of Haylee's cousins Halloween night. Nicole made some yummy homemade chile to warm us up when we were done. It was a fun Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su54SNvp0hI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/E_1MeQVoUvc/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+044.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su54SNvp0hI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/E_1MeQVoUvc/s320/Halloween+2009+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385257586315794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a bow custom made to match her costume because I did not think she would keep her hat on. Actually, she only wore the bow for me to take a picture because I am such a dork and camera-happy. Good thing it is a cute bow that will go with some of her other outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su54RtAy0eI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zjTFoHGZq44/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+103.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su54RtAy0eI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zjTFoHGZq44/s320/Halloween+2009+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385248799838690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee and her Daddy came and saw me at work on Friday. She was the life of the party! Everyone loved her costume. Everyone's kids came to treat-or-treat around the office. All of the kids were so dang cute in their costumes. I dressed up as a cowgirl last minute. I tried to be a bag of jelly beans, but that did not work out so great. After spending nearly two hours trying to melt two plastic bags together, we realized I looked more like a bag of trash than a bag of jelly beans. Thanks Rich for helping me anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su51zb3htAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DGA_1CeMx6I/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+033.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su51zb3htAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DGA_1CeMx6I/s320/Halloween+2009+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382529778234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su51zs5ZBuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BFM88utC3zg/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+032.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su51zs5ZBuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BFM88utC3zg/s320/Halloween+2009+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382534349457122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Haylee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su51y4kn0JI/AAAAAAAAAZE/FiDd0jdQpC4/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+012.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su51y4kn0JI/AAAAAAAAAZE/FiDd0jdQpC4/s320/Halloween+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382520303702162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giggling at Daddy! She really is wickedly adorable!&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/6052324903700033064-1516590207190083838?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1516590207190083838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=1516590207190083838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1516590207190083838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1516590207190083838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-monsters-first-halloween-2009.html' title='My Little Monster&apos;s First Halloween 2009'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Su54SfpjFxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OavhRmbAsMQ/s72-c/Halloween+2009+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-3578980430299701878</id><published>2009-10-02T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:36:41.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haylee at 6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrEsw5Nz8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/XEk0Op9pY4c/s1600-h/Misc+Haylee+046.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrEsw5Nz8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/XEk0Op9pY4c/s320/Misc+Haylee+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389336177420390338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my teeth everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrEsh4h6tI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CTlp4EE1K4M/s1600-h/Misc+Haylee+045.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrEsh4h6tI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CTlp4EE1K4M/s320/Misc+Haylee+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389336173390981842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee's two bottom teeth popped through last month. It was not a fun process, but once they broke the surface Haylee was back to her normal self. The bad part ... it's not over, but just the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrCDwidmcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WK78_8od9Jo/s1600-h/Misc+Haylee+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrCDwidmcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WK78_8od9Jo/s320/Misc+Haylee+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389333273927064002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor today for Haylee's 6 month check up. She is doing great and is generally healthy. She weighs 14 pounds, 4 ounces and is 26 inches tall. Her weight is still pretty low, but she jumped up in height again so the doctor was not concerned. She is still in 3-6 month clothes and only a 1-2 diaper size. She had three shots today. I felt so bad for her! She immediately started screaming and got the biggest tears! She calmed down when I was able to pick her up and then started crying again when she met gazes with the nurse! It was funny! She knew exactly who hurt her. Her development is right on track if not a little ahead. Haylee has discovered her tongue these past few days. It is so cute. She is constantly playing with it and sticking it out. She also wants to touch and play with everyone else's tongue when they stick it out at her. She has gotten very vocal and is always giggling. She will belt out high-pitched screams and squeals, but they have a happy tone to them. She is developing a bit of separation anxiety and will cry when I leave the room. I am not going to lie, I kind of like it. I know it's bad to put her in front of the TV, but she loves to watch Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse. Unfortunately, it only entertains her for a little bit. She enjoys being read to and holds the book just how it is suppose to be held and will even turn the pages. She will look at books for forever! She loves them. She is back on track with her sleeping schedule since getting her two bottom teeth and getting over her cold. She is taking three naps during the day and sleeping through the night. I have figured out that it is imperative that we go to bed at the same time every night. We have to start bedtime off with a warm bath between 8:00 and 8:30 followed by a cereal bottle. If it is a minute past 9:00 she is overtired and she won't fall asleep until 10 and we even take the risk of her waking in the middle of the night. Before 9, it takes 15 minutes. I have really figured out how important schedules are. Her schedule would be a little stricter if I didn't work or if she didn't have as many babysitters. She still eats every 3-4 hours and doesn't spend more than 2 1/2hours awake at a time. That is how her schedule goes for the most part. I recently purchased a bumbo and she loves it! It is really helping her and strengthening her to sit on her own. She is so close now. She absolutely loves sweet potatoes and bananas! She reaches for all food actually. She is really grabbing at everything these days. I am really loving her age right now. It is so fun watching her development and figuring things out. She is my little princess and I could not imagine life without her. I love you Haylee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrIbUUX4VI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LMkDYoRdRWY/s1600-h/Misc+Haylee+050.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrIbUUX4VI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LMkDYoRdRWY/s320/Misc+Haylee+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340275738403154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love sitting up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrCDTvRjRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/i4xqUGPMgPk/s1600-h/Misc+Haylee+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6052324903700033064-3578980430299701878?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3578980430299701878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=3578980430299701878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3578980430299701878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3578980430299701878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/10/haylee-at-6-months.html' title='Haylee at 6 Months'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SsrEsw5Nz8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/XEk0Op9pY4c/s72-c/Misc+Haylee+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7244280177818418087</id><published>2009-09-02T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:45:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather at 5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SqSbLLxCcPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6Law3colRMs/s1600-h/Misc+Haylee+002.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SqSbLLxCcPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6Law3colRMs/s320/Misc+Haylee+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378594471426552050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The past couple weeks have been pretty rough at the Prescott household. We have all been a little "under the weather" including Haylee. She has started teething, but she caught her first real cold on top of that. She has not been eating or sleeping very well either. To make it worse, Haylee would cough so hard that she would throw up most of her bottle and she would also wake herself up whenever she coughed making sleeping a little difficult. We ended up taking a trip to the doctor today just to make sure her ears were ok and there was no infection. The doctor said it was nothing more than a virus, but more than just teething. She is working on pushing her two bottom teeth through.  Right when she started to eat better and sleep through the night, the teething starts. Go figure! I just feel sad for her. It is no fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sp7k4dPQWpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HMhCDWT6k8A/s1600-h/Rich%27s+Bday+and+Summer+2009+003.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sp7k4dPQWpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HMhCDWT6k8A/s320/Rich%27s+Bday+and+Summer+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376986663699372690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally skipped an update at four months so here is a five month update... Haylee is getting so big! In her own kind of way that is! As of today, Haylee weighs 13 pounds, 10 ounces fully clothed. At her four month check-up, she weighed 11 pounds 12 ounces which dropped her lower in the percentile, but she jumped up in height at 24 1/2 inches long. Her weight is low, but her height makes up for it so it was not a concern. Haylee is still rolling all over to get around. When she is on her stomach or back she pushed with her feet helping her get around a little too. She loves sleeping in her own room in her big crib, but is such a mover! When I go get her when she wakes up, she is not where I left her when she was sleeping! I usually find her up at the top of the crib on her stomach stuck in the corner just blabbering on and on! She is still sleeping with her hands being her head just like her Daddy! She still holds on to her left ear for comfort too. She also puts her hands behind her head while in the bath and just kicks her feet. It is as if she is just relaxing as she gets pampered. It cracks me up! Everything she can get her hands on goes straight to her mouth. She is constantly chewing on everything and drooling like crazy. She is already wanting cell phones and remotes! Oh man! 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She holds on so tight so no one will take it from her. We are working on helping her sit up on her own, but she is still working on it. I think crawling is not too far off either. We will see. Haylee loves cereal! She likes it by spoon and in her bottles. It is my favorite to watch her eat. We are going to try bananas and sweet potatoes next. I am loving every minute of every day being a mom to Haylee. She has really attached to me now and will light up when I enter the room and cry when I leave. The absolute best is when Haylee gives hugs and kisses. Well, they are what I call hugs and kisses. She puts her head on my shoulder and gives open-mouth kisses on my cheek or neck.  It is more of sucking, but I love it! She has developed a little personality and you gotta love the attitude! She wants it when she wants it. That's for sure. She has also developed quite a scream. To be honest, I hate it. Lets just hope she grows out of it! I love to watch her learn and figure out life. It makes me so excited for what is to come in her development and growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SqSW94Hdc0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ap2-rsMxuHM/s1600-h/Rich%27s+Bday+and+Summer+2009+030.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SqSW94Hdc0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ap2-rsMxuHM/s320/Rich%27s+Bday+and+Summer+2009+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378589844767077186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee loves playing on her play mat. She is a little monkey and grabs the hanging toys with her feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SqSY-Z9ku8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/TjKEw3rEwyI/s1600-h/Misc+Haylee+008.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SqSY-Z9ku8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/TjKEw3rEwyI/s320/Misc+Haylee+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378592052875672514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee's favorite place to nap ... the love sac! So comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-7244280177818418087?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7244280177818418087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7244280177818418087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7244280177818418087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7244280177818418087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-weather-at-5-months.html' title='Under the Weather at 5 Months'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SqSbLLxCcPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6Law3colRMs/s72-c/Misc+Haylee+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-989125335425244953</id><published>2009-08-09T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:51:47.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Three Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9CRmvJoLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/00CC8Z4-NPM/s1600-h/_G6N9378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9CRmvJoLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/00CC8Z4-NPM/s320/_G6N9378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368082151072440498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is our three year anniversary. I can not believe it has already been three years. I can honestly say that it has been the best years of my life. We have had so much fun being married and now we have added being parents to the mix and we are enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9AO9c_AYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y8_PgRPEjps/s1600-h/_MG_1108.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9AO9c_AYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y8_PgRPEjps/s320/_MG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368079906607399298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been thinking a lot today about this day three years ago. Aside from bringing Haylee into this world, it was the best day of my life. Everything was perfect and so much fun. I didn't want it to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9AOv0uptI/AAAAAAAAAXU/z48JucJ5coE/s1600-h/_MG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9AOv0uptI/AAAAAAAAAXU/z48JucJ5coE/s320/_MG_1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368079902948894418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so thankful that we were sealed in the temple for time and all eternity. We have each other forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9AOAXTB4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SCSsT6Iqfnk/s1600-h/_MG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9AOAXTB4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SCSsT6Iqfnk/s320/_MG_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368079890208982914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to say how much I love you Rich! I am so thankful for you in my life. You are the best husband and father anyone could have. Here is to many more years and an eternity to come! Love you!&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/6052324903700033064-989125335425244953?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/989125335425244953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=989125335425244953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/989125335425244953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/989125335425244953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-three-years.html' title='The Best Three Years'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sn9CRmvJoLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/00CC8Z4-NPM/s72-c/_G6N9378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-6922131378426432297</id><published>2009-07-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:52:13.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Month Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmImRK2In-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/v8urQjfgHjs/s1600-h/Three+Month+Portraits+034.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmImRK2In-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/v8urQjfgHjs/s320/Three+Month+Portraits+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359888582935355362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got some professional pictures taken of Haylee. It was so much fun and Haylee was loving the camera giving us tons of smiles. They turned out so cute! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmImQmrx4rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/H3Fd2i1ZZ-Y/s1600-h/Three+Month+Portraits+028.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmImQmrx4rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/H3Fd2i1ZZ-Y/s320/Three+Month+Portraits+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359888573228245682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmIlEHA920I/AAAAAAAAAW0/pylTIBZmkt0/s1600-h/Three+Month+Portraits+021.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmIlEHA920I/AAAAAAAAAW0/pylTIBZmkt0/s320/Three+Month+Portraits+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359887259057118018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmIkfqmNnXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ERgK4FMxjO4/s1600-h/Three+Month+Portraits+018.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmIkfqmNnXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ERgK4FMxjO4/s320/Three+Month+Portraits+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359886632953421170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmIj_dJdeOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rnMHMHFEZGo/s1600-h/Three+Month+Portraits+004.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmIj_dJdeOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rnMHMHFEZGo/s320/Three+Month+Portraits+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359886079587350754" 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/6052324903700033064-6922131378426432297?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6922131378426432297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=6922131378426432297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6922131378426432297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6922131378426432297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-month-portraits.html' title='3 Month Portraits'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SmImRK2In-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/v8urQjfgHjs/s72-c/Three+Month+Portraits+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-1703767757728558771</id><published>2009-07-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:55:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months (and one week)</title><content type='html'>Haylee turned 3 months old on June 29th. I am a little late with this post, so now she is 3 months and 1 week old. As of June 24th, she weighed a whoppin' 10 pounds, 7 ounces. She has finally passed the 10 pound mark! She is in the 25 percentile for her weight and is just a little peanut! Everyone that meets her says how little she is and I was a little worried at first, but she is growing well and is very healthy so I am content with the fact that she is just a little one. She is totally obsessed with her hands! They are constantly in her mouth or she is staring them down with her big eyes inspecting them. When she is not sucking on her hands, she is sucking on her "binkers". Thank goodness for those! I am so lucky she takes one! She blabbers on and on and is full of smiles. She is constantly moving and flapping her arms and legs. She even ends up hitting herself when she gets out-of-control. I love the way she stares at me or at Rich. She really knows who we are now and it just melts my heart when she stares into our eyes. It just makes me feel so good. My favorite is to look in the back seat and see her sitting in her car seat and see her cute feet crossed at the ankles every time. It is the little details and the little moments that I want to capture and remember. Some of Haylee's nicknames include: Princess, Little P, Monkey, Bubbas, Bubba Lus, and Peanut. We have not narrowed it down to just one! Haylee is pretty much sleeping through the night now. She goes down around 10 or 10:30 and sleeps until 4 or 5 am! She eats, and then sleeps for another 2 1/2 hours. It is great! She naps several times through the day and usually has one long nap in the afternoon for about three hours if we are lucky! My milk supply has decreased drastically since returning to work and we were worried that she was not getting enough to eat so she is mostly taking formula/bottles now and I nurse at night and in the morning. Haylee holds on to her left ear when eating. I think it is a comfort thing, but so funny! Eventually, she will be straight formula. It kills me to pay $24 for a can of formula every week, but we have been lucky to have breatfed this long. We had a pretty good run with it. We are going on Wednesday to take her 3 month pictures. They are going to be so fun and so cute so watch for them! Well, I just thought I would write an update. Pictures to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-1703767757728558771?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1703767757728558771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=1703767757728558771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1703767757728558771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1703767757728558771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months-and-one-week.html' title='3 Months (and one week)'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-4244302589831374609</id><published>2009-06-01T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:13:15.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 MONTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to share some of Haylee's accomplishments now that she is a whoppin 2 months old! We can not believe it! We are finally figuring her out, but still learning so much! We just love having her in our lives and are so blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; She sleeps with one eye cracked open just like her Daddy! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If her mouth is open, you know she is in a deep sleep. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has found her hands and loves to hold them together. It is funny to watch her stare at them and go cross-eyed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves sucking on her hands. Oh how I love that sound! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has been diagnosed with acid reflux and thrush. She takes 3 different medicines everyday! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She smiles and is trying to laugh as you talk and smile at her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She often sleeps with her arms raised while sleeping in her bouncer seat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At about 4 weeks of age, she began to bald like an old man on the top of her head. I am proud to say that it is growing back in. Oh! And it is growing back in dark! Now we have to deal with the little balding spot on the back of her head from rubbing when laying on her back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolutely loves her bath! She kicks and splashes all over! She will splash herself in the face and stun herself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She hates getting dressed and always seems to know when it is coming. She is so happy in the bath and then as soon as we get out, she gets mad. When we are done getting dressed, she is fine again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves a bare bum, but what baby doesn't? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear she has the loudest burps and farts! She has a little of the Reynolds gene in her! Ha! Ha! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has the narrowest feet! I have tried putting shoes on her, but they will not stay on. They fit length wise, but her feet are too skinny to hold them on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will stop crying if you make fart sounds. Rich discovered that one! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves car rides! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She just barely stopped wearing newborn diapers! The newborns were getting too tight, but the size ones are too big! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She still fits in some newborn clothes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the 0-3 month sizes are too big and some fit perfect, but she has a pair of levi jeans that are 6 months that fit as well. What gives?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-4244302589831374609?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4244302589831374609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=4244302589831374609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/4244302589831374609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/4244302589831374609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-months.html' title='2 MONTHS'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-330852208896724874</id><published>2009-05-29T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:10:32.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots and Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SiCtb869O3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IFEv3DheFaA/s1600-h/Two+Month+Shots+006.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SiCtb869O3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IFEv3DheFaA/s320/Two+Month+Shots+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459853782891378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Haylee had her two month shots and checkup today on her two month birthday. I felt so bad for her! She was already crying because she was hungry (big surprise) and then when the first poke came, the screaming started! She couldn't catch her breath at first and her whole head turned bright red and then she screamed and the tears started rolling. I fed her after that and she slept the rest of the day! She woke up to eat and that was about it. Man! Getting shots and doctor visits are exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SiCtblvMIuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Y7nCQCdtpyo/s1600-h/Two+Month+Shots+005.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SiCtblvMIuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Y7nCQCdtpyo/s320/Two+Month+Shots+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459847559520994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out my cool hot pink band aids! She got a total of 5 vaccines and 3 pokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SiCtbK8ixII/AAAAAAAAAWM/bBhASVcZ0WQ/s1600-h/Two+Month+Shots+002.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SiCtbK8ixII/AAAAAAAAAWM/bBhASVcZ0WQ/s320/Two+Month+Shots+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459840367772802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee is growing and developing right on track. She now weighs 9 pounds, 14 ounces and is 21 3/4 long. She can now see across the room, about 8-10 feet away, and some color. I forgot what percentile she is for her height and weight, but she is around average. I can not believe my baby is already two months. She has changed and grown so much. It is very exciting!&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/6052324903700033064-330852208896724874?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/330852208896724874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=330852208896724874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/330852208896724874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/330852208896724874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/05/shots-and-tears.html' title='Shots and Tears'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SiCtb869O3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IFEv3DheFaA/s72-c/Two+Month+Shots+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-8529035201029411509</id><published>2009-05-16T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:04:49.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) First Smiles :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg9wAp08wHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/in7R8WfnnHs/s1600-h/First+Smiles+002.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg9wAp08wHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/in7R8WfnnHs/s320/First+Smiles+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336607239987576946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg9wAVj0eLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vnpNnAcsTuw/s1600-h/First+Smiles+003.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg9wAVj0eLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vnpNnAcsTuw/s320/First+Smiles+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336607234547022002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg9wAP-WpRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pcQ-Yjoab2k/s1600-h/First+Smiles+001.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg9wAP-WpRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pcQ-Yjoab2k/s320/First+Smiles+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336607233047700754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee is really starting to smile. I had to capture some and share. It just melts your heart.&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/6052324903700033064-8529035201029411509?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8529035201029411509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=8529035201029411509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8529035201029411509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8529035201029411509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-smiles.html' title=':) First Smiles :)'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg9wAp08wHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/in7R8WfnnHs/s72-c/First+Smiles+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-3221372223355959288</id><published>2009-05-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:55:40.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day 2009 and Haylee's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2ZNOylbHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/297t7mgzOEo/s1600-h/Blessing+093.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2ZNOylbHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/297t7mgzOEo/s320/Blessing+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089586091519090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided last minute (the Thursday before) to bless Haylee on Mother's Day Sunday at my parent's house. We decided to keep it very small with immediate family only in respect of Rich because he is so shy and nervous to pray in front of people. We just love our little angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2ZNMDQGpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8378L7RM8o0/s1600-h/Blessing+098.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2ZNMDQGpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8378L7RM8o0/s320/Blessing+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089585356118674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rich gave Haylee an amazing blessing. It was truly perfect. He was very nervous, but you could not even tell. He said all of the right things and I am so glad that Haylee has been blessed and given her name by her daddy. The spirit was definitely there. Haylee was getting cranky right before, but as soon as Rich began to speak she calmed down and didn't make a peep until it was done. It was such a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2ZM57YvjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-A4Vgh-5r0o/s1600-h/Blessing+092.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2ZM57YvjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-A4Vgh-5r0o/s320/Blessing+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089580491292210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first family picture on my first Mother's Day. Mother's Day was so special. Rich was so sweet and made me breakfast and did all of the dishes. I wish everyday was Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2YIT2prxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ih7Uq20-Jow/s1600-h/Blessing+055.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2YIT2prxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ih7Uq20-Jow/s320/Blessing+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336088402039779090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my sweet mom and Haylee's grandma. We are so lucky to have her in our lives. She does so much for us and is always there to help. We love you!&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/6052324903700033064-3221372223355959288?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3221372223355959288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=3221372223355959288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3221372223355959288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/3221372223355959288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009-and-haylees-blessing.html' title='Mothers Day 2009 and Haylee&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sg2ZNOylbHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/297t7mgzOEo/s72-c/Blessing+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-752149005730462553</id><published>2009-04-08T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:04:05.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd1Cy8e5m7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/gp5vnSUXlkM/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+243.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd1Cy8e5m7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/gp5vnSUXlkM/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322483777618418610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness! I am embarrassed that I am just now getting around to posting pictures of Haylee! To be honest, I have not had two seconds. It seems like any extra time I have had has been spent trying to catch up on sleep that has been lost at night. We are trying to adjust to our new life, but it has been hard I am not going to lie. All of the visitors have been a little overwhelming and nights are really hard, but we are enjoying our new baby girl. We are overwhelmed with happiness and love. Enjoy the post below of the story about how she entered our lives.&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/6052324903700033064-752149005730462553?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/752149005730462553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=752149005730462553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/752149005730462553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/752149005730462553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-goodness-i-am-embarrassed-that-i.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd1Cy8e5m7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/gp5vnSUXlkM/s72-c/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-287424993835479119</id><published>2009-04-08T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:22:21.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAYLEE JEAN PRESCOTT'S BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2y_jnSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XUEpBvI0qY0/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+010.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2y_jnSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XUEpBvI0qY0/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322461853557955874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the most amazing day of our lives. It was all so overwhelming and hard to take in. Here is the story ... I woke up very early Sunday morning around 3:45 am with contractions. I had been having some contractions in the few weeks before, but these felt different... they HURT! I actually tried to ignore them and go back to sleep because I thought they would go away because they always did. Well, they didn't. I started timing them. They started at about 8 minutes apart, then 7, then 5. When they were at 5 minutes apart for an entire hour I decided to wake Rich up and get going to the hospital. Rich did not believe I was in labor either, but when he saw how much pain I was in he was convinced. I was so mad at myself that I was not completely ready for the hospital. I had Haylee's stuff all ready, but only had some of my stuff set out. So at 5:00 am, we were packing for the hospital in between contractions. It was hard on me to leave for the hospital not fully prepared, but Haylee was ready to enter this world. We arrived at the hospital around 5:30 am. When we arrived I was dilated to 3 cm. I was really in labor! We could not believe it. I really do not know how some women birth children naturally without pain meds because I was dying! I got to 6 cm before I received my epidural. Let me just say this, it was sweet relief to get drugs! Once I got the epidural, we just waited and got some sleep. Everything went so smoothly. I was so nervous for the iv's, the epidural, the catheter, breaking my water, etc, but I did not even feel any of it! Part of my water broke on its own and the other "gushing" part broke when the doctor was checking me. At that point I was at 10 cm and ready to push. I pushed for an hour and Haylee made her grand entrance! As soon as she came out I lost it! I could not control myself. I was crying so hard that I could not catch my breath. The feelings I was feeling were indescribable. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2jb_-PI/AAAAAAAAAUc/foQeaQStLio/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+034.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2jb_-PI/AAAAAAAAAUc/foQeaQStLio/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322461849382287602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee was on my stomach/chest for a minute before they moved her to start the many procedures and tests. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking all around. I could not believe she was finally here. Rich could not get enough of her. He was attached right away and began talking to her immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2Fxl9GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Z5ogdmn2OxE/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+040.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2Fxl9GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Z5ogdmn2OxE/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322461841419793506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee arrived on Sunday, March 29, 2009 at 2:03 pm. She weighed 6 pounds and 9.6 ounces. She measured 20 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2NV1D6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/YTaeZ-22HKc/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+044.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2NV1D6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/YTaeZ-22HKc/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322461843450826658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so alert right away. We could not get over her beautiful, big eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQhtiBHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/clws1lWdyeA/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+052.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQhtiBHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/clws1lWdyeA/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322460096572294258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt so bad for our new baby getting poked and messed with. We are so blessed to have delivered a healthy baby with no complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQRcXYzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/svwmpRb6oTU/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+054.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQRcXYzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/svwmpRb6oTU/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322460092205327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haylee's first picture with her Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQF_4vpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1-q4vDaoj_I/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+060.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQF_4vpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1-q4vDaoj_I/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322460089133088402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I began crying again when I finally got to hold my precious baby. What a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQJARJbI/AAAAAAAAATs/qrmx7khpw3g/s1600-h/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+080.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0tQJARJbI/AAAAAAAAATs/qrmx7khpw3g/s320/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322460089939994034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have decided she looks mostly like Rich with my eyes and dimples. We spent the first few days just staring at our pretty baby. We still can not get over how beautiful and perfect she is. What a miracle and blessing from our Father in Heaven. We love her so much. We can not believe how fast our lives changed in a matter of seconds. Haylee is now our first priority. You only want the best for your child and do not want her to feel any pain or unhappiness. She is the best thing that could have ever happened to us.&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/6052324903700033064-287424993835479119?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/287424993835479119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=287424993835479119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/287424993835479119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/287424993835479119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/04/haylee-jean-prescotts-birthday.html' title='HAYLEE JEAN PRESCOTT&apos;S BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/Sd0u2y_jnSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XUEpBvI0qY0/s72-c/Haylee%27s+Birth+and+First+Photos+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-6847224781795721322</id><published>2009-03-10T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:28:53.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcRgLYivAI/AAAAAAAAATk/wTIkSH6cvvs/s1600-h/Babie+Stuff+053.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcRgLYivAI/AAAAAAAAATk/wTIkSH6cvvs/s320/Babie+Stuff+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733530016005122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlee threw me the cutest baby shower on Saturday! She decorated my Mom's house so cute and went to so much work to make sure everything was just perfect and so detailed in every way. She made sure to serve my favorites, sugar cookies and donuts! She even made a cute sign with Haylee's name on it and made sure everything coordinated and matched in brown and pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcRfrRu3ZI/AAAAAAAAATU/GxzKuHganvs/s1600-h/Babie+Stuff+064.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcRfrRu3ZI/AAAAAAAAATU/GxzKuHganvs/s320/Babie+Stuff+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733521397505426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the paper doll quilt that Ashlee made for Haylee. It is beautiful! Sienna will have one too of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcN8mHIiKI/AAAAAAAAATM/uGaR9qkyFiw/s1600-h/Babie+Stuff+054.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcN8mHIiKI/AAAAAAAAATM/uGaR9qkyFiw/s320/Babie+Stuff+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311729620180568226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is my big 0 belly with my Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcN8JqWwqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/m5M43Pm0O1c/s1600-h/Babie+Stuff+069.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcN8JqWwqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/m5M43Pm0O1c/s320/Babie+Stuff+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311729612543672994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsey made me the cutest diaper cake! She made tons of flowers and bows for Haylee and decorated the cake with them! I am so proud of her! She is so crafty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcN74a1MWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zdsWxOtTqFw/s1600-h/Babie+Stuff+056.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcN74a1MWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zdsWxOtTqFw/s320/Babie+Stuff+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311729607915155810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you to everyone who helped make my shower such a wonderful experience and thanks to all who attended! It was perfect!&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/6052324903700033064-6847224781795721322?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6847224781795721322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=6847224781795721322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6847224781795721322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6847224781795721322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-shower.html' title='My Baby Shower!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SbcRgLYivAI/AAAAAAAAATk/wTIkSH6cvvs/s72-c/Babie+Stuff+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-5699110582288886889</id><published>2009-01-20T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:22:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>I have not taken many pictures lately, but I thought I would update everyone on the progress of the babes. I can not believe I am 30 weeks tomorrow! It has flown by and she will be here before we know it! Unfortunately, I had to change doctors with my new insurance, but I am excited for my new doctor, Dr. Terry. I have heard wonderful things about him. I go see him next Tuesday and will be seen now every two weeks. It's crazy! I have been getting horrible migrains every once in a while that put me right down in bed and make me throw up. They are not fun! Other than that I am feeling pretty good these days. Although, by the end of the day I am so exhausted and ache everywhere, but that is to be expected. Oh yeah! The awful charlie horses I get in my calves are not too much fun to be awakened by in the middle of a deep sleep either, but I am dealing. I am still preparing for the worst in the two and a half months to come. I expect it to just get worse. We are getting so anxious for our baby girl to get here! Rich talks to the baby every night and she always moves and kicks when she hears his voice. I tear up everytime! I wonder every day what she will look like. I know that she is going to be so loved. I feel so blessed these days that I have a baby growing inside of me that is all mine! I pray every day that everything goes well with the delivery and that she is healthy. We can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-5699110582288886889?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5699110582288886889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=5699110582288886889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/5699110582288886889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/5699110582288886889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7500050202917114344</id><published>2009-01-07T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:49:34.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Little Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV-k7rC-iI/AAAAAAAAASY/C837OG6aMh0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+192.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV-k7rC-iI/AAAAAAAAASY/C837OG6aMh0/s320/Christmas+2008+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288772510375148066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our small little Christmas morning. We didn't do much this year for each other because we are waiting and preparing for a bigger and much more expensive package in April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV-kUglzaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qVAxrnU7-3M/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+190.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV-kUglzaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qVAxrnU7-3M/s320/Christmas+2008+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288772499862310306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture! Three generations! Well, four if you count baby monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7fEeTFdI/AAAAAAAAASI/nHHBwQdoY3U/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+188.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7fEeTFdI/AAAAAAAAASI/nHHBwQdoY3U/s320/Christmas+2008+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769111123498450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7ecACiyI/AAAAAAAAASA/zq0M35Q67xk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+186.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7ecACiyI/AAAAAAAAASA/zq0M35Q67xk/s320/Christmas+2008+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769100259167010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7dV01f-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/cM3Jc1Mv_lw/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+165.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7dV01f-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/cM3Jc1Mv_lw/s320/Christmas+2008+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769081421692898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The baby was not forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7cVkJLLI/AAAAAAAAARw/uWZ9DYUumxs/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+153.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV7cVkJLLI/AAAAAAAAARw/uWZ9DYUumxs/s320/Christmas+2008+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769064171809970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of the growing belly and a fun toy for baby. The baby is already spoiled and she is not even here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5OtWCLbI/AAAAAAAAARo/Cm72wS82Bdc/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+145.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5OtWCLbI/AAAAAAAAARo/Cm72wS82Bdc/s320/Christmas+2008+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766631013658034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to get Ashlee her favorite for Christmas ... fabric! She and Casey spoiled me this year! They got me my oh so cute diaper bag filled with all of the essentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5OCSLXtI/AAAAAAAAARg/uKe-b5ta-Ow/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+144.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5OCSLXtI/AAAAAAAAARg/uKe-b5ta-Ow/s320/Christmas+2008+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766619454758610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom got a fun kit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5NmARoAI/AAAAAAAAARY/lHKaDIYiW4Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+141.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5NmARoAI/AAAAAAAAARY/lHKaDIYiW4Q/s320/Christmas+2008+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766611863478274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Tam and Grandpa "Papa" Craig got Sienna a baby doll. It was the winner! She loves that doll so much and will not let it out of her sight. She was so excited all night! She talks to the baby and gives her kisses and it is priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5MiF1EKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FZHZn52C_xY/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+138.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/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV5MiF1EKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FZHZn52C_xY/s320/Christmas+2008+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766593633161378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She could not even wait to get the baby out of the box! She gave the baby kisses and loves before the doll was out. We could not hurry fast enough.&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/6052324903700033064-7500050202917114344?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7500050202917114344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7500050202917114344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7500050202917114344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7500050202917114344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-little-christmas.html' title='A Merry Little Christmas'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SWV-k7rC-iI/AAAAAAAAASY/C837OG6aMh0/s72-c/Christmas+2008+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7915940863322313733</id><published>2008-12-09T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:24:08.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sac For Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/ST7t-AuZWKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jdHVWmcAHJQ/s1600-h/SupersacBlack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277917462927071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/ST7t-AuZWKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jdHVWmcAHJQ/s320/SupersacBlack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so I hope you all don't think I am crazy, but .... Does anyone want to buy a love sac? It is a genuine Love Sac SuperSac. It is in great shape and has a brand new black micro-suade/velvet cover. We are just running out of room preparing for baby plus we already have two other love sacs. I looked one of these up online and a brand new one will run around $649 plus tax and I will sell you mine for $300 OBO. This is kind of funny, but I had to get it out there. Ha! Ha! &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/6052324903700033064-7915940863322313733?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7915940863322313733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7915940863322313733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7915940863322313733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7915940863322313733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-anyone-want-love-sac.html' title='Love Sac For Sale!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/ST7t-AuZWKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jdHVWmcAHJQ/s72-c/SupersacBlack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-696855168695497052</id><published>2008-11-26T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:58:08.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me and My Man ...</title><content type='html'>1. Where did you meet? Gym class our sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first thought that went through your head when you met? "Man, He has a nice arm". (We were playing football)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you remember what he was wearing? A white undershirt and blue basketball shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where was the first time you kissed this person? Outside our friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did you go for your first date? Don't know. We didn't really go on dates at first, just hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How long did you know this person before you became a couple? About 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How did he ask you out? We were in the basement at his friend's house and he cornered me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Has this person ever proposed to you? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you and this person have kids together? A baby girl on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever broken the law with this person? Yes, a couple of times. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the first time you realized you liked this person? When I saw how he treated his family and after my Mom told me what a great guy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you get along with his family? Yes. I am lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. Do you trust this person? Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you see him as your partner in the future? Of course. For all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the best gift he gave you? The baby growing in my belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is one thing he does that gets on your nerves? Where do I begin? His dirty clothes end up on the floor instead of in the hamper in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Where do you see each other 15 years from now? With 3 or 4 kids in a bigger house with a yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What causes the most arguments? Juggling families and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How long have you been together? 6 plus years, married for 2 years and 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you married? Yes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who do you tag? Ashlee, Aimee, Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-696855168695497052?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/696855168695497052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=696855168695497052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/696855168695497052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/696855168695497052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-me-and-my-man.html' title='About Me and My Man ...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-8114570304966742773</id><published>2008-11-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:42:38.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SSwpr9cHW6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/7tH0pUY4YTM/s1600-h/SNOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272635098947607458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SSwpr9cHW6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/7tH0pUY4YTM/s320/SNOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY TO ALL OF YOU SNOW-HATERS OUT THERE, BUT I AM PRAYING FOR SNOW! I AM HOPING TO GET SNOWED-IN AT THE CABIN THIS WEEKEND AND BE STUCK THERE! BRING ON THE SNOW! &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/6052324903700033064-8114570304966742773?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8114570304966742773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=8114570304966742773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8114570304966742773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8114570304966742773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-snow-maybe-we-will-get-lucky-and.html' title='LET IT SNOW!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SSwpr9cHW6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/7tH0pUY4YTM/s72-c/SNOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-4363885077813873087</id><published>2008-11-06T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:38:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would blog about what is going on in my oh so exciting life. I recently changed jobs and started working at Cogent Health / Comp Today. At Comp Today we process prescription claims related to workers compensation. My title is a pending specialist. I gather needed information for pending claims so they can be processed and paid. I love the people that I work with and the environment. I get to work with cute Missy Beckstead so that is a plus. I am still helping with the tire stores on Saturdays to solve issues and tie up loose ends so I don't really get a day off but Sunday, but you do what you got to do! Well, I am now 19 weeks! I can't believe I am almost half way. I have been feeling little flutters since around 14 weeks, but this past week I can really feel some kicks and movements! I can feel them on the outside now which I must admit kind of scares me. I keep trying to get Rich to feel it, but he always misses it. She stops when he puts his hand on my tummy. Ha! Ha! I am not worried. There will be plenty of times to come. We are still tossing some names back and forth. We have two in mind at the moment, Emma Jean or Haylee Jean. Who knows! We still have some time. I have started to work on quilts and the crib bedding with my mom and Ashlee. I am crazy and making it all. I just could not find anything as cute in the stores to buy. I guess I am too picky. There really is so much to do to get ready for a baby, or maybe I just make it that way because I am a crazy. Well, ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-4363885077813873087?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4363885077813873087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=4363885077813873087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/4363885077813873087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/4363885077813873087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-9094315710288710513</id><published>2008-11-05T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:02:41.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait!!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0' width='385' height='500' id='Twilight Widget' align='middle' flashVars=''&gt;		&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='sameDomain' /&gt;	&lt;param name='flashVars' value='' /&gt;		&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='false' /&gt;		&lt;param name='movie' value='http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#000000' /&gt;	&lt;embed src='http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf' quality='high' bgcolor='#000000' width='385' height='500' name='Twilight Widget' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' allowFullScreen='false' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyNTkwMDgyODEyNSZwdD*xMjI1OTAwODQyNTMxJnA9OTE4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPTU1NDAxODQ5YTcyMDRkZGQ5YjRhN2YxNjNhNDQ4ZDMw.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-9094315710288710513?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9094315710288710513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=9094315710288710513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/9094315710288710513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/9094315710288710513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-wait.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait!!! '/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-8043424214585659717</id><published>2008-10-21T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:22:21.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS A ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WEVhywoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LVTDh8RPIZk/s1600-h/Baby%27s+First+Photos+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WEVhywoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LVTDh8RPIZk/s320/Baby%27s+First+Photos+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806416057844354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is right! We are having a girl and are so excited! Rich was not so thrilled at first considering he was 100% sure it was a boy, but he really is so excited for his baby girl to get here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WEywKA3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/2GcXRnch8bs/s1600-h/Baby%27s+First+Photos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WEywKA3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/2GcXRnch8bs/s320/Baby%27s+First+Photos+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806423902716786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our baby is an active little one! She was moving all over the place for us. She was waving her hands and arms and rolling over. She sure did not have a problem spreading her legs and letting us know she is a she, but she would not show us the front of her face. In this picture she is arching back and yawning. It was so precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WE4tDfKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TPPirPYwoyM/s1600-h/Baby%27s+First+Photos+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WE4tDfKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TPPirPYwoyM/s320/Baby%27s+First+Photos+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806425500318882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WFE5VHII/AAAAAAAAANE/ORNgcUyky3Q/s1600-h/Baby%27s+First+Photos+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WFE5VHII/AAAAAAAAANE/ORNgcUyky3Q/s320/Baby%27s+First+Photos+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806428773031042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is saying hi to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6U-b1hlWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OKFk-KccQtY/s1600-h/Baby%27s+First+Photos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6U-b1hlWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OKFk-KccQtY/s320/Baby%27s+First+Photos+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259805215160374626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were able to make sure she is a girl from every angle. I am so glad she was cooperative. It was so amazing to see this little baby move inside of me. We can not wait to meet her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-8043424214585659717?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8043424214585659717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=8043424214585659717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8043424214585659717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8043424214585659717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/10/its.html' title='ITS A ...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SP6WEVhywoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LVTDh8RPIZk/s72-c/Baby%27s+First+Photos+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-2618739243637070247</id><published>2008-09-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:33:53.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE BEAT GOES ON ...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to update all of you on the pregnancy. I am still feeling a little sick so my life is so so boring these days, but I think it is getting better. I just want food to sound good again. Sorry that I don't have much to blog about. Anyways, I went to the doctor last Tuesday. No ultrasound, but I heard the heartbeat when the baby wasn't moving all over the place! The doctor had to follow it around. Too bad I can not feel anything! It was so comforting to hear that fast and strong beating heart. I go back in four weeks and there is a big possibility that we can find out the sex of the baby. Yay! I can not wait! If we don't find out at my next appointment I think I am going to make a trip to Fetal Fotos because I can't stand to wait another four weeks. Cross your fingers for a girl for Rich! Ha! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-2618739243637070247?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2618739243637070247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=2618739243637070247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2618739243637070247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2618739243637070247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='AND THE BEAT GOES ON ...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-191823300213789459</id><published>2008-08-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:35:29.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Trip To The Doctor!</title><content type='html'>I am a little late with the latest news regarding my pregnancy! We went to our first doctor's appointment last Tuesday. Our doctor is wonderful! His name is Bryant Brown and he did such a good job at making me feel more comfortable. He did not waste any time giving me some drugs to help with the morning sickness! Yay! Me and baby are doing great! We were able to see our little punkin and the heart was beating strong! We also heard the fast heartbeat. I think it truly sank in for both Rich and me when we saw our baby. What a miracle! It was so amazing! I think Rich was really excited too! He is still very determined it is a boy. He says that is why we were able to hear the heart so early on, because it is a strong boy! We will have to see. As for now, I am still dealing with being sick, but the pills sure help. My tummy is starting to change and feel different now and that excites me. I can not wait for the weeks to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-191823300213789459?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/191823300213789459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=191823300213789459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/191823300213789459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/191823300213789459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-first-trip-to-doctor.html' title='Our First Trip To The Doctor!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-4755967726676961285</id><published>2008-08-17T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:10:10.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Anouncement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SKiLoF3gJBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8LYqkqSScp4/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SKiLoF3gJBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8LYqkqSScp4/s320/Oregon+2008+300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235588087704200210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait for it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SKiLoTp_ZtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RZOtPtdngZc/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SKiLoTp_ZtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RZOtPtdngZc/s320/Oregon+2008+301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235588091405625042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep! You guessed it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SKiLosSIhcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/68altV_DTXk/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SKiLosSIhcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/68altV_DTXk/s320/Oregon+2008+303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235588098016445890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! Rich and I are expecting a baby in April of 2009! We are so excited to be parents and can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the facts regarding my pregnancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 7 weeks and 3 days along. I know! Not very far! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My due date is April 1, 2009&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can definately tell I am prego! I have been so sick! Oh! And so so so tired!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As far as cravings go, I have been loving fruit and can not stand the sight, smell, or taste of any kind of meat! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-4755967726676961285?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4755967726676961285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=4755967726676961285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/4755967726676961285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/4755967726676961285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-anouncement.html' title='A Special Anouncement!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SKiLoF3gJBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8LYqkqSScp4/s72-c/Oregon+2008+300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-9103776103184446742</id><published>2008-08-07T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:44:32.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR TRIP TO BEAUTIFUL OREGON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu8RmMRSRI/AAAAAAAAALA/FPpJy7A_VMY/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu8RmMRSRI/AAAAAAAAALA/FPpJy7A_VMY/s320/Oregon+2008+283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231982402616772882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For 11 long days we traveled to Oregon by truck with Rich's fam for a family reunion that is held every five years. The reunion was held in the mountains of Hyatt Lake for the first five days. It was so fun to stay in our tent and play cards day and night. After camping we stayed at Rich's mom's cousin's house near Medford, OR. They have the most gorgeous home with a swimming pool and everything else you could imagine. We took a boat ride down the Rogue River, hiked through the gigantic trees of the Redwood forests, stopped at the beach, and visited Crater Lake. It was so beautiful in green Oregon! See you again in five years! P.S. I am flying next time!!! Enjoy the pics! I hope to add more. I took 382! Sorry they are not in order of occurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iBk86fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bSUbaK9U-TA/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iBk86fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bSUbaK9U-TA/s320/Oregon+2008+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231978286799448562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture! Our cousin Brando, sister-in-law Kristy, and our cousin Jeni stuck in the  sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iOy_9vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_QHUu14Xt1g/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iOy_9vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_QHUu14Xt1g/s320/Oregon+2008+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231978290348029682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice we are on the edge of a cliff! It was scary, but so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iU0VndI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1tuF4nHGFQk/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iU0VndI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1tuF4nHGFQk/s320/Oregon+2008+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231978291964255698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clan hiking in the Redwoods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4itfWtnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wCJWQGMHL28/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4itfWtnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wCJWQGMHL28/s320/Oregon+2008+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231978298587133554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful Hyatt Lake where we camped for 5 long days! This was taken from our campsite! What a view we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iu2SdSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CXvRw1DMg0Y/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu4iu2SdSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CXvRw1DMg0Y/s320/Oregon+2008+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231978298951759138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just had to take this pic of the animal proof garbage cans in the Redwood forest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu17HVjnCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-z5vqssMzvk/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu17HVjnCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-z5vqssMzvk/s320/Oregon+2008+371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231975419307334690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most gorgeous lake ever ... Crater Lake! It was formed by a volcanic eruption that colapsed into a crater. It then filled up with water from rain and snow! It is one of the deepest lakes in the United States and the prettiest blue you will ever see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu17c9aiqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RYJUln5gbn4/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu17c9aiqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RYJUln5gbn4/s320/Oregon+2008+360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231975425111657122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu17oMgPqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/05zkWG10s3s/s1600-h/Oregon+2008+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu17oMgPqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/05zkWG10s3s/s320/Oregon+2008+293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231975428127735458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean on the Oregon coast. I have to say this was my favorite day! I just love the sand in my toes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-9103776103184446742?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9103776103184446742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=9103776103184446742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/9103776103184446742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/9103776103184446742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-trip-to-beautiful-oregon.html' title='OUR TRIP TO BEAUTIFUL OREGON!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SJu8RmMRSRI/AAAAAAAAALA/FPpJy7A_VMY/s72-c/Oregon+2008+283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-1470006105446764422</id><published>2008-07-15T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:09:52.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of You and Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is alot of fun...&lt;br /&gt;It is now my turn to hear a few memories about you and me. It is going around from blog to blog and is so fun remembering some good times. It will be fun if people play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you do it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, Lindsey, 18 years is a long time so you can leave a few!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyone in that case can leave more than one if you have a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-1470006105446764422?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1470006105446764422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=1470006105446764422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1470006105446764422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1470006105446764422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-of-you-and-me.html' title='Memories of You and Me...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7223932209548910957</id><published>2008-06-28T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:00:22.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKE IT, I LOVE IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbkYq7BGgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HDHf8T8JiqA/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbkYq7BGgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HDHf8T8JiqA/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217108330845116930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tim McGraw concert was the best concert I have ever been to! It was so awesome that I wanted to cry! We were so lucky to have gone and are so thankful to our staffing company, ISI, for treating us the whole night! When Tim sang the song, "If You're Reading This..." there was not a dry eye in the whole place! It was moving! I did not want the concert to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhDarumEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ya0bsy4pG5Y/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhDarumEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ya0bsy4pG5Y/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217104667173886018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute date for the evening! He looked so hot in his cowboy attire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhDkYcHGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2nn2qW-qvbg/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhDkYcHGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2nn2qW-qvbg/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217104669777337442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just waitin for the show to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhEP0p__I/AAAAAAAAAJU/tlUudG0BW-c/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhEP0p__I/AAAAAAAAAJU/tlUudG0BW-c/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217104681438412786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We parked in a totally different parking lot and entered the concert in a different entrance. It was so nice not to have to fight the crowds. We had a private bbq when we got there with our friends from Innovative. It was yummy! Then we headed to our suite to watch the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhEqhHIMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6og9ROzo8ik/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbhEqhHIMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6og9ROzo8ik/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217104688604192962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We parked by all of the semi-trucks and the tour buses. We were told that there are 17 semi-trucks and 12 tour buses in all for Tim's crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf4AIavUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DZwV0vARZb8/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf4AIavUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DZwV0vARZb8/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217103371556273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is the man! He is so hot! Those pants were so tight and looked so nice, but his pants and belt were bugging him all night. When he was done doin his thing, we watched him walk off the stage, untuck his shirt, and rip of his belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf4X4pRlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wrSgvHz7gjA/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf4X4pRlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wrSgvHz7gjA/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217103377932568146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the best concert! He put on a great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf495bKbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yrY_Tmj_uzk/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf495bKbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yrY_Tmj_uzk/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217103388136384946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a pic of the stage before Tim came out. The sun was finally going down and it was cooling off. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf5FNVbPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JC5arxC9vQw/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf5FNVbPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JC5arxC9vQw/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217103390098943218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys that control the lights. I had to take this pic. I thought they looked funny sitting up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf5mo-YNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CJu9wuIWWPU/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbf5mo-YNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CJu9wuIWWPU/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217103399073243346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason Aldean is a hunk too! He was one of the opening shows. Halfway To Hazard opened too. I had never heard of them, but they were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd74oRFlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/os-itIzrak4/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd74oRFlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/os-itIzrak4/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217101239238596178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a good pic! He was posing just for me! Ha! Ha! Yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd8IDtEOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/idbLyl5KGdA/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd8IDtEOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/idbLyl5KGdA/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217101243380207842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd8fvN3hI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0qAdZPMnofM/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd8fvN3hI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0qAdZPMnofM/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217101249736728082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just thought this looked cool! It's Tim McGraw's shadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd8z7IMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/w6jHN7m71YQ/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+Concert+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbd8z7IMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/w6jHN7m71YQ/s320/Tim+McGraw+Concert+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217101255155396626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim had some gold bling bling on his wrist. It was kind of weird, but he looked good and sounded awesome! He was so nice too! He took time at the end of the show to sign a bunch of autographs for the people on the front rows. He was signing everything from shoes to hats. Oh! And he did not forget my old bishop and dentist and his whole family. They had about 8 seats on about the fifth row. My dentist worked on Tim's tooth last year when he was in town so Tim treats them evertime he comes to SLC! They even get to hang out with him before the show and eat dinner with the band. How would it be?! He really is a "Real Good Man"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-7223932209548910957?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7223932209548910957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7223932209548910957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7223932209548910957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7223932209548910957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-it-i-love-it.html' title='I LIKE IT, I LOVE IT!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGbkYq7BGgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HDHf8T8JiqA/s72-c/Tim+McGraw+Concert+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-2255669649780965498</id><published>2008-06-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:39:42.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCGhtYhwBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I2ZlXhwKtaM/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCGhtYhwBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I2ZlXhwKtaM/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215316282171310098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of a kind! I can not believe how much Rich is like his Dad, Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCGh8s0DsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IcWPfOSey5o/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCGh8s0DsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IcWPfOSey5o/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215316286282927810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our houseboat! This baby holds 180 gallons of gasoline. At $5.27 a gallon, it was not cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCFSItqnpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9pcnxSA3_jk/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCFSItqnpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9pcnxSA3_jk/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215314915118194322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Precious! This is Rich's new best friend, Dylan. Dylan just loved him and Rich thought the world of Dylan. Every time Dylan saw Rich he would say, "What up, dude?" He entertained us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCE3al0BoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aPZIak3BN-0/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCE3al0BoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aPZIak3BN-0/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215314456060626562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCENQtt4lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wiRvidPd1dk/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCENQtt4lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wiRvidPd1dk/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215313731854918226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the man-made "stairs" that the indians carved so they could get up the rock walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCD0FAgF9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/S89t9uGg2Vw/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCD0FAgF9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/S89t9uGg2Vw/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215313299215751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say that I am getting better at wakeboarding. I can go outside the wake, but I still crash and burn trying to make it back across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCDTqvhqxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sU2mxBr2DGw/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCDTqvhqxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sU2mxBr2DGw/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215312742409415442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me again. The water was so nice! It was so warm and smooth as glass! I did not want to get out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBkIGRqF7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VOkJICXLcnc/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBkIGRqF7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VOkJICXLcnc/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278458781439922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan and his big sister, Jaycee. They are so cute! Jaycee is 10 going on 18! She is a firecracker, but so fun! She tagged along with me most of the trip. I was one of the kids always swimming with them, going off the slide, or jumping on the water trampoline. Dylan is 4 and so smart! We all thought he was older than he was. Rock on, Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBjkEpYztI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Gw51KkM9Xx4/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBjkEpYztI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Gw51KkM9Xx4/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215277839868808914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rich just wakeboardin' it up! I just had to have Rich take the pic below. I thought it was appropriate. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBifkgsqxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wk5qLAEPI00/s1600-h/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBifkgsqxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wk5qLAEPI00/s320/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276663011322642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich's dad invited us on their family vacation to Lake Powell. Rich's dad has a huge house boat and we also had a ski boat to have fun with. It was Rich's dad and his wife, Colleen, her son and his family, her daughter and her fiancee, and their friends and kids. Oh and don't forget Colleen's mother! Rich and I really enjoyed being with his dad and got along so well with everyone. We have made some new relationships and feel so much closer to his Dad. It was so fun and we were so lucky to have gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-2255669649780965498?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2255669649780965498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=2255669649780965498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2255669649780965498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2255669649780965498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/06/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGCGhtYhwBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I2ZlXhwKtaM/s72-c/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-6508217153319183733</id><published>2008-05-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:35:08.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTO RALLY</title><content type='html'>We went on a "run" with our neighbor Abe and a bunch of his buddies. They are all in a car club. I am not sure what they call this club, but the "German Car Club" would work. All of the cars are German cars and consist of Audis, Volkswagon GTIs, and BMWs. There were about 20 cars in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkLanxWRtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ih3zSZrfC3I/s1600-h/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkLanxWRtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ih3zSZrfC3I/s320/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199699796756416210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The line of cars exiting the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkHhHxWRqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/26jXPXUFjeA/s1600-h/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkHhHxWRqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/26jXPXUFjeA/s320/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199695510379054754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite ... Audi S4 ... Brand new! Do you see the camera man hanging out of the silver GTI on its side. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkGwHxWRpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GGGNENOIgko/s1600-h/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkGwHxWRpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GGGNENOIgko/s320/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199694668565464722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a look at all of the cars on the freeway. Take a look at the S4 Wagon in front of us. There is a camera man hanging out of the red GTI if you look close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkGZnxWRoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3ioS6kS1Q-8/s1600-h/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkGZnxWRoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3ioS6kS1Q-8/s320/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199694282018408066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just waiting to get on the freeway. I popped out of the sun roof to get a good pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkFXXxWRnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZHR1fgPRzVg/s1600-h/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkFXXxWRnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZHR1fgPRzVg/s320/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199693143852074610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just chillin on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkERXxWRlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M3__Ez5swuM/s1600-h/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkERXxWRlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M3__Ez5swuM/s320/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199691941261231698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-6508217153319183733?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6508217153319183733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=6508217153319183733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6508217153319183733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6508217153319183733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-went-on-run-with-our-neighbor-abe.html' title='AUTO RALLY'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkLanxWRtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ih3zSZrfC3I/s72-c/German+Car+Run+May+11,+2008+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-2705681226834464223</id><published>2008-05-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:52:54.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkA7XxWRkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/08fHdcFmhxM/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkA7XxWRkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/08fHdcFmhxM/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199688264769226306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to make a butterfly quilt for my Mom for Mother's Day. She loves butterflies so I could not resist. I captured pics of her opening it. I put it in a Nordstrom box to throw her off and it worked! She thought it was clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkAV3xWRjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FhXz7xZtMKI/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkAV3xWRjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FhXz7xZtMKI/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199687620524131890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCj_z3xWRiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7Bts2N_TyK0/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCj_z3xWRiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7Bts2N_TyK0/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199687036408579618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so excited and couldn't believe that I did the whole thing without her help or her knowing about it. She had no clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCj_RXxWRhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/05-WfMEihHk/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCj_RXxWRhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/05-WfMEihHk/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2008+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199686443703092754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product! Happy Mother's Day to the best mom ever! I love you mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-2705681226834464223?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2705681226834464223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=2705681226834464223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2705681226834464223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/2705681226834464223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-2008.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY 2008'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCkA7XxWRkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/08fHdcFmhxM/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+2008+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7600981848585817914</id><published>2008-05-08T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:00:59.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST SOME PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO9r0-173I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MRLU_N_ow2s/s1600-h/Easter+Sunday+2008+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO9r0-173I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MRLU_N_ow2s/s320/Easter+Sunday+2008+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198206955569934194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two men in my life, Rich with Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO72k-172I/AAAAAAAAAEk/TRWKjZzwLFI/s1600-h/Rich%27s+M3+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO72k-172I/AAAAAAAAAEk/TRWKjZzwLFI/s320/Rich%27s+M3+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198204941230272354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rich's new baby ... BMW M3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO6XE-170I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ECKxtPaBiD8/s1600-h/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO6XE-170I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ECKxtPaBiD8/s320/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198203300552765250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sienna with her Momma. What cute smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO5z0-17zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0uhB9qZhFLk/s1600-h/Easter+Sunday+2008+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO5z0-17zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0uhB9qZhFLk/s320/Easter+Sunday+2008+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198202694962376498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddies; Max, Madi, and Ember. Ember would not smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO3a0-17wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bwnKbKl4JkU/s1600-h/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO3a0-17wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bwnKbKl4JkU/s320/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198200066442391298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sienna loves her books! She will just sit there and read and read. It is so cute to listen to her read outloud in her own little language and she does not know you are listening and watching her. It is priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO2PU-17uI/AAAAAAAAADk/XbHRaIXo1rA/s1600-h/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO2PU-17uI/AAAAAAAAADk/XbHRaIXo1rA/s320/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198198769362267874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO0sk-17sI/AAAAAAAAADU/bWQ06HVl3uU/s1600-h/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO0sk-17sI/AAAAAAAAADU/bWQ06HVl3uU/s320/Mom%27s+50th+B-Day+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198197072850185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad at PF Changs on her 50th Birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-7600981848585817914?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7600981848585817914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7600981848585817914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7600981848585817914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7600981848585817914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-some-pics.html' title='JUST SOME PICS'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SCO9r0-173I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MRLU_N_ow2s/s72-c/Easter+Sunday+2008+%286%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-8057583301219127518</id><published>2008-05-08T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:30:34.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...ME, ME, ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought it would be fun to post a list of some facts about me that most of you probably do not know. I see these all over the internet and they are so fun to read! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love freshly painted toe nails&lt;br /&gt;*My toes either have to be totally painted or not at all&lt;br /&gt;*I love Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;*I love kids&lt;br /&gt;*I have never broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;*I have never stayed in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;*I have the biggest sweet tooth ever&lt;br /&gt;*I hate mornings and love to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;*I love to shoot guns&lt;br /&gt;*I enjoy watching UFC fights&lt;br /&gt;*I hate when boys/men have long hair&lt;br /&gt;*I have never tried alcohol or drugs&lt;br /&gt;*I get headaches all the time&lt;br /&gt;*I love to quilt&lt;br /&gt;*I could shop until I drop, even if I don't buy anything&lt;br /&gt;*I am a bargain shopper always looking for the best deal (thanks to my mother-in-law)&lt;br /&gt;*I had a Mustang GT in high school, it was hott!&lt;br /&gt;*I love big trucks (I want one one day)&lt;br /&gt;*I am an accountant without a degree&lt;br /&gt;*I am the only woman at my work&lt;br /&gt;*I like to sing in the car or when I am alone&lt;br /&gt;*I use to dance and play the piano&lt;br /&gt;*I love to read, but have a hard time remembering what I read&lt;br /&gt;*Quilting relieves my stress&lt;br /&gt;*I am a perfectionist and OCD&lt;br /&gt;*I am a worry wart&lt;br /&gt;*I love dogs and dolphins&lt;br /&gt;*I love to travel&lt;br /&gt;*I love reality tv (The Hills, Bachelor, Idol, Real World)&lt;br /&gt;*I plan my nights around what is on tv (how sad)&lt;br /&gt;*I love food and will eat just about anything&lt;br /&gt;*I HATE carrots! They make me gag!&lt;br /&gt;*I love slippers&lt;br /&gt;*I love being in sweats, I call them "comfy clothes"&lt;br /&gt;*I can't shave my legs every day ... ouch!&lt;br /&gt;*I have 3 nieces and 1 nephew&lt;br /&gt;*Hockey is my favorite sport&lt;br /&gt;*I am obsessed with the Wii and Guitar Hero&lt;br /&gt;*I can not stand dirty dishes in the sink&lt;br /&gt;*I clean out my fridge every Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;*My favorite color is pink&lt;br /&gt;*I wore 4 different pairs of shoes for my wedding&lt;br /&gt;*I love Disney movies&lt;br /&gt;*I have to wash my hands and brush my hair before bed&lt;br /&gt;*I hate confrontations or fighting&lt;br /&gt;*I am a big push over&lt;br /&gt;*I use to ride dirt bikes with the fam&lt;br /&gt;*I love boating (too bad I don't have a boat anymore ... thanks Dad)&lt;br /&gt;*I want to go to Hawaii so bad&lt;br /&gt;*I love Bear Lake&lt;br /&gt;*I love to stay in hotels&lt;br /&gt;*I love going out to eat (I will never pass it up)&lt;br /&gt;*I never cook&lt;br /&gt;*I love to camp&lt;br /&gt;*I have had a job and paid my own bills since I was 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I can think of right now! Until next time....&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/6052324903700033064-8057583301219127518?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8057583301219127518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=8057583301219127518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8057583301219127518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8057583301219127518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-me-me.html' title='...ME, ME, ME...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-1013692816396674139</id><published>2008-03-21T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:15:12.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ITSY, BITSY SPIDER ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVJWLElwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3sYCY9gVRL8/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVJWLElwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3sYCY9gVRL8/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180429459186292482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVKmLElxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JTLKqbTgKhk/s1600-h/IMG_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVKmLElxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JTLKqbTgKhk/s320/IMG_0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180429480661128978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVK2LElyI/AAAAAAAAADE/Lopzj9NNf-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVK2LElyI/AAAAAAAAADE/Lopzj9NNf-Q/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180429484956096290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVLWLElzI/AAAAAAAAADM/vr-IFjdsn8o/s1600-h/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVLWLElzI/AAAAAAAAADM/vr-IFjdsn8o/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180429493546030898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Guatemala at the resort, we layed in lounge chairs under an awning for shade. There were cob webs all around it with huge spiders in them! I think the natives keep them around to keep the bugs away, but we could not lay and relax with these huge spiders over head so my Dad got rid of them for us. Our hero! Ha! Ha! Look at how huge they are! Gross! There were also some turtles and huge iguanas in pits nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-1013692816396674139?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1013692816396674139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=1013692816396674139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1013692816396674139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1013692816396674139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-we-were-in-guatemala-at-resort-we.html' title='THE ITSY, BITSY SPIDER ...'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-SVJWLElwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3sYCY9gVRL8/s72-c/IMG_0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-1317145114113311000</id><published>2008-03-20T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:55:28.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cruisin' in the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NI7WLElqI/AAAAAAAAACE/wksoaGZ3wYw/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NI7WLElqI/AAAAAAAAACE/wksoaGZ3wYw/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180064180807702178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIpGLEllI/AAAAAAAAABc/S7jbhd2VdKw/s1600-h/IMG_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIpGLEllI/AAAAAAAAABc/S7jbhd2VdKw/s320/IMG_0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180063867275089490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIpWLElmI/AAAAAAAAABk/mycINjyM_-c/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIpWLElmI/AAAAAAAAABk/mycINjyM_-c/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180063871570056802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIpmLElnI/AAAAAAAAABs/iAPPF8-R2eg/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIpmLElnI/AAAAAAAAABs/iAPPF8-R2eg/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180063875865024114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIqGLEloI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ygP1WvJixhg/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIqGLEloI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ygP1WvJixhg/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180063884454958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIqWLElpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0PmzLfSdaU4/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NIqWLElpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0PmzLfSdaU4/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180063888749926034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGL2LElgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kDDyTr5PLmg/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGL2LElgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kDDyTr5PLmg/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180061165740660226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGMGLElhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kF9ls_uNbik/s1600-h/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGMGLElhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kF9ls_uNbik/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180061170035627538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGMWLEliI/AAAAAAAAABE/nrDYkg8mjOM/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGMWLEliI/AAAAAAAAABE/nrDYkg8mjOM/s320/IMG_0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180061174330594850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGMmLEljI/AAAAAAAAABM/P1y4HmjdygA/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGMmLEljI/AAAAAAAAABM/P1y4HmjdygA/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180061178625562162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGM2LElkI/AAAAAAAAABU/gWwz_zW24t4/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NGM2LElkI/AAAAAAAAABU/gWwz_zW24t4/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180061182920529474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we made it back. We had an amazing time on our cruise! We flew in to New Orleans to spend the night. We stayed in a fancy hotel that CSK paid for right around the corner from Bourbon Street. That is the wildest street! It is where Mardi Gras takes place. It is just one big party! Everyone has a beer in hand and there are tons of stip clubs and bars. We even saw one stripper standing at the door of the club with barely any clothes on trying to get people to come in. We went to this amazing restaraunt which was very pricy, but oh so worth it! I had filet mignon that I cut with my fork and it melted in my mouth. The next day when we boarded the Norwegian Spirit we had to set out to explore. It was awesome! Not as big as our last cruise ship, but I think that was a good thing. We could actually find our way around. The first day was spent "at sea". My Dad woke up early to save us some lounge chairs in the sun. We spent most of the day in the sun and got fried! We were not so smart! The next day we arrived in Roatan, Honduras. We were not in port for very long so all we had time for was to walk around. Where we ported was a bad part of Roatan. It was very dirty. We met a very nice 18 year old boy who walked around with us hoping we would tip him. We did tip him and Rich bought him a Pepsi. He was so happy for that! There are some pretty, white sand beaches and some awesome shopping there, but you have to take a taxi to get there and it would take about an hour to get there and an hour to get back and we did not think we would have enough time. The next day we were in Santo Tomas de Castillo, Guatemala. We took a boat to an island to veg at a Resort. That was the life! We sat in the sun (mostly the shade) and swam. There were water slides and a swim up bar. We did enjoy some un-leaded pina coladas. That was so fun! The next day was the best! We were in Belize City, Belize. We anchored there with about four other cruise ships. Here is where we spotted our cruise ship, The Navigator of the Seas, from last year's cruise. Man! That thing is huge! The biggest one there! Belize is beautiful! If any of you get a chance, go! We did some shopping and of course bought some purses! I got a black Chanel and my Mom got a Prada and a LV. I was so excited to see purses! The Hispanic people are getting smarter though and charging more now. It is still cheaper than buying them here, but some were too much for buying them in Central America and most likely being fake! We then boarded a boat that took us out to a barrier reef to snorkel. The water was oh so warm and so pretty blue! We did not see too much sea life, just some pretty fish. After that, we were dropped of on a private beach/island to bathe in the sun and swim. It felt like we were in paradise or Tahiti so my Dad said. The beaches were white sand and the water was so blue, but so clear at the same time. I wanted to sit in it all day. It was as warm as my bath water at home. We enjoyed some chicken fingers and fries with an Orange Fanta while laying in the sun. There were a lot of drunk people on that beach! Well, they provide unlimited "Rum Punch" and people totally take advantage of that! There was one girl who did not want to get back on the boat. She wanted to stay and live there! The boat took us directly back to our ship which was very convenient. Our way back was a lot of fun. We just watched all of these drunken ladies dance and drink. The sad thing is that they probably all have kids at home. My Mom and I got up and danced a little. The next day we arrived in Cozumel, Mexico. Pretty water there too! This was the best port for shopping! We saved the best for last! We had the opportunity to swim with dolphins! I have always had a love for dolphins, but never been able to interact with them. Now that I have, they are the best animal (and dogs of course). They are so smart! We played with a three year old baby named Atlas. She gave us kisses, shook our hands with her fins, gave us a belly ride, and showed us some of her tricks. She would twirl a ring around her nose like a hula hoop and ride on her back fin at the same time. I thought it was so amazing that they are able to recognize humans and remember indivuals. She knew exactly where her trainer was at all times even though he was moving all over. It was about $140 per person to swim and interact with the dolphins and worth every penny! I will for sure do it again! It would be so fun to be a trainer! Saturday was our last day and was spent at sea. We worked on our tans most of the day. It was so hot! They said that it was about 84 degrees and the ocean was about 80 degrees. It was so dry. It felt like being in Mesquite! You could only lay there for so long before you had to go dip in the pool which was freezing, but oh so refreshing! CSK had a cocktail party for everyone that night. They were serving endless beer and daquiris and little finger foods. Why do they assume that everyone drinks alcohol?! We finally asked for some unleaded strawberry daquiris and they brought them no problem. The waiter even remembered us and found us later and brought more. Some pina coladas this time. What a nice guy! We did end up meeting some very nice people on the cruise. We met a couple, Richard and Debbie, to be exact on the first day on the bus ride to the ship. Come to find out they are from Bountiful! We went to all of the shows with them and enjoyed the chocolate buffet with them on the last night. They are amazing people and kept us laughing. We got their info and are hoping to get togther with them. It felt like us, along with Rich and Deb, were the only people on the entire ship that did not drink! It was such a party ship full of spring breakers getting wasted! We spent Sunday in airports and airplanes finally getting home at around 9 pm. It was so nice to be home and get into my own bed, but I was not excited to go back to work and get back to life. Even though this blog is so freakin long, I am sure I have left out a lot. I will most likely be blogging more about our trip. More to come! Enjoy the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-1317145114113311000?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1317145114113311000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=1317145114113311000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1317145114113311000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1317145114113311000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-we-made-it-back.html' title='Cruisin&apos; in the Caribbean'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/R-NI7WLElqI/AAAAAAAAACE/wksoaGZ3wYw/s72-c/IMG_0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-8405224428731089506</id><published>2008-03-07T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:41:10.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Sleep or Give Me .... A Vacation?</title><content type='html'>So I hope I can sleep tonight! I am so excited for our trip! We leave at 5 am! Way too early for me! We all went to the Olive Garden tonight to celebrate Sienna's first birthday. It is really on Sunday, but we will be gone :( We went back to my parents' house and gave Sienna her very own cupcake. She went to town with that thing! She was trying to feed it to the dog though. Ha! Ha! I will post some pics when I get back. There will also be some pics from the cruise to show off. Well, I need to go to bed. I will miss you all! Blog to ya in a week or so! Bon voyage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-8405224428731089506?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8405224428731089506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=8405224428731089506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8405224428731089506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/8405224428731089506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-hope-i-can-sleep-tonight-i-am-so.html' title='Give Me Sleep or Give Me .... A Vacation?'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-1599897000808391286</id><published>2008-03-03T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:16:12.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER!!!</title><content type='html'>SO I AM COUNTING DOWN UNTIL I AM ABLE TO GET ON THAT AIRPLANE AND FLY AWAY TO PARADISE! OK, MAYBE NOT PARADISE, BUT THE CARIBBEAN! FIVE MORE DAYS AND WE WILL BE SETTING SAIL ON THE NORWEGIAN SPIRIT! YAY! OF COURSE I WILL MISS YOU ALL! HA! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-1599897000808391286?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1599897000808391286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=1599897000808391286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1599897000808391286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/1599897000808391286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-wait-any-longer.html' title='I CAN&apos;T WAIT ANY LONGER!!!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-6695566931536900925</id><published>2008-02-26T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:46:36.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sienna is crawling!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my happy little niece is crawling. It seems like it was yesterday that she came into our lives! She will be one on March 9th! It is kind of funny because last year when she was born we were heading home from a cruise and this year when she turns one we will be leaving on a cruise! Don't worry! We are still going to have a party with her own cake to smash! I can't wait to see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-6695566931536900925?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6695566931536900925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=6695566931536900925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6695566931536900925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/6695566931536900925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/02/sienna-is-crawling.html' title='Sienna is crawling!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052324903700033064.post-7531939835625825311</id><published>2008-02-10T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:30:23.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the Prescotts!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our blog! My name is Katie and my husband's name is Richard, Rich for short. We were married on August 9, 2006 and have lived in our very own townhome since April of 2007. I am an account manager for three Goodyear Tire Stores and Rich is a Pharmacy Technician at the VA Hospital. Our lives really are not that exciting. We just work and try to enjoy life. I would like to add a little addition to our family, but Rich says we are too poor. Ha! Ha! We do have something exciting coming up though. We are going on a Western Caribbean cruise. We leave March 8th! Yay! No work for 9 days! We are going to visit Roatan, Honduras; Santo Tomas De Castillo, Guatemala; Belize City, Belize; and Cozumel, Mexico. We are going with my parents and hope to swim with dolphins, snorkel, and maybe even do a zip line thru the trees. I will for sure report! That's all of this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052324903700033064-7531939835625825311?l=prescottpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7531939835625825311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052324903700033064&amp;postID=7531939835625825311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7531939835625825311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052324903700033064/posts/default/7531939835625825311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prescottpress.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-are-prescotts.html' title='We are the Prescotts!'/><author><name>The Prescott Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09482403375633209256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XzJe5nw29Uk/SGBhINpw6HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kDAkBZG9SOM/S220/Bear+Lake,+Lake+Powell,+Rodeo+2008+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
