<?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-3807988994000635801</id><updated>2011-10-09T00:47:50.324-07:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ4Em8fFdsI/TfRqCt8AHCI/AAAAAAAABVk/SkkPTsRKMf0/s320/owen.jpg'/><category term='gym'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='clean eating chelsey'/><category term='gluten free'/><category term='LoveGrown'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='healthy eating'/><category term='U2'/><title type='text'>if you want to be happy... be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-7238337946789538828</id><published>2011-10-09T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:47:50.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today after cleaning the house I decided that we were going to get out and do something fun. Wyatt had been playing a computer game far too long and started to get ornery, so he obviously needed a break away too. I wonder if other kids get ornery like he does after playing video games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, back on the subject. We first headed off to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. I love that place, the smell, the people watching! It's the best. In the kid area they also have a Thomas the train table with a track set up and a bunch of the cars. There are usually a few kids gathered around, and that's the first place Wyatt heads. We hung out there for awhile, found a quiet place to sit and read a few books. I obviously didn't take pictures of Wyatt at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, that might be a little weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next we headed to Gardner Village, which I do like, especially this time of year. But, if you're one of those girls that just {insert sarcasm here} LOVES shopping like I am, take a 4 year old boy with you. You will be in and out in no time! It was lovely. We walked around and laughed at the crazy witches, I was able to get him to pose for some pictures, ran into our friends Linnea &amp;amp; Joe, looked at a few more witches and then went on our way. It was fabulous. The pictures are the best though, his expressions make me laugh. Next time we go I'm sure it will be with cousins and probably a little more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our second to last stop was a pumpkin patch and I wish I would have snapped a few pictures, they had some of the biggest pumpkins! The lady said the white pumpkins start at $5 and depending on size can be upwards of $100. Who would spend that on a pumpkin?! So crazy. But they had bouncy house things to play on, so Wyatt was content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally ended the night at my friend Audrey's. She just moved about a mile away from us and I went over to help her get settled. Wyatt watched movies and somehow talked Audrey's roommate into playing games with him while we unpacked and organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty safe to say we definitely had a fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyKDtYytpmY/TpFL1DBKugI/AAAAAAAABak/dDf_ZSBbz8w/s1600/DSCF4929.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyKDtYytpmY/TpFL1DBKugI/AAAAAAAABak/dDf_ZSBbz8w/s320/DSCF4929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661389581296777730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2YvgHKeOic/TpFL0-_nmOI/AAAAAAAABac/ITccVdUJOxM/s1600/DSCF4928.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2YvgHKeOic/TpFL0-_nmOI/AAAAAAAABac/ITccVdUJOxM/s320/DSCF4928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661389580216539362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvmbTKOzd1M/TpFL0_rySLI/AAAAAAAABaU/ukPJgbaGZ3I/s1600/DSCF4927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvmbTKOzd1M/TpFL0_rySLI/AAAAAAAABaU/ukPJgbaGZ3I/s320/DSCF4927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661389580401789106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEjtY9Z9zpc/TpFL0uDumRI/AAAAAAAABaM/w6JJllQmwZA/s1600/DSCF4926.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEjtY9Z9zpc/TpFL0uDumRI/AAAAAAAABaM/w6JJllQmwZA/s320/DSCF4926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661389575670372626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih8SIR_puiA/TpFJF_hZDCI/AAAAAAAABaE/uS4170il6xU/s1600/DSCF4925.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih8SIR_puiA/TpFJF_hZDCI/AAAAAAAABaE/uS4170il6xU/s320/DSCF4925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661386573881084962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwa8563f9sk/TpFJFmmGjqI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NMK7vkqgPt4/s1600/DSCF4924.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwa8563f9sk/TpFJFmmGjqI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NMK7vkqgPt4/s320/DSCF4924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661386567189958306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then some random pictures of us. I always try to get something serious out of Wyatt, and sometimes I prevail, but usually I'm smiling and he's pulling a silly face. These were before we started out on our fun adventure today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pA_vGSqKTnc/TpFJFoIruOI/AAAAAAAABZ0/DyfcOJzDsMY/s1600/DSCF4922.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pA_vGSqKTnc/TpFJFoIruOI/AAAAAAAABZ0/DyfcOJzDsMY/s320/DSCF4922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661386567603435746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5On1liQ5aQ/TpFJFYv4kfI/AAAAAAAABZs/MUtT4v_TGoY/s1600/DSCF4921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5On1liQ5aQ/TpFJFYv4kfI/AAAAAAAABZs/MUtT4v_TGoY/s320/DSCF4921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661386563472888306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVbueHhHAec/TpFJFDju0GI/AAAAAAAABZk/pbofo1ryHdo/s1600/DSCF4920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqoLD0EQuXc/TpFIyo7Gk_I/AAAAAAAABZE/TDMKSerB0PY/s320/DSCF4916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661386241397396466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQFuH_Z_0FU/TpFIypnzubI/AAAAAAAABY8/NqyTkCrj_ZU/s1600/DSCF4915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQFuH_Z_0FU/TpFIypnzubI/AAAAAAAABY8/NqyTkCrj_ZU/s320/DSCF4915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661386241584904626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-7238337946789538828?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7238337946789538828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7238337946789538828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7238337946789538828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-fun.html' title='saturday fun'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyKDtYytpmY/TpFL1DBKugI/AAAAAAAABak/dDf_ZSBbz8w/s72-c/DSCF4929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-231147189370742466</id><published>2011-10-06T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:24:02.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my warrior angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is really sappy. You've been warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wyatt saved my life. I can go into that day, the years prior, the minutes and hours afterward, but this would be a novel one could publish. Or be put on a lifetime movie. So I'll just leave it at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today started out not too shabby. I've been sick; which is weird and doesn't happen THAT often; and I was kind of a baby about it. However, I didn't have a fever last night and woke up feeling pretty okay. Besides the DayQuil that I took causing a few airhead moments, I was fine. Met JG to pick up some work stuff, went to Village Inn once Lizzie (JG's daughter) had her braces off, and cam back home to work and carried on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then this afternoon came and dropped the straw; get the reference? I try not to get upset in front of Wyatt but it happens, and he's always very sweet and very careful around me. I don't blame him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The evening went on, Wyatt played with his friends (great distraction!) , I cried to my mom and I'm still alive. I've been sitting in my room doing a little work and just kind of goofing around. And then my angel came in, squeezed behind me on the chair I was sitting on and started to comb my hair with what I'm assuming is a My Little Pony comb his cousins left here. He made small talk while he combed my hair and told me how pretty I am, so obviously I had to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; immediately forgive him for telling me I was chubby earlier. 4 years old, but smart and observant. After a minute of combing my hair he left the room and came back with my tooth brush, tongue scraper thingy and floss. I now understand why he hates me brushing his teeth. Someone else trying to gently brush your teeth is heinous and sends chills down your spine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here I guess is where it gets really sappy? I can't think of anything more I'd rather be doing right now. Wyatt is the sweetest, most honest and sincere part of my life. Of course a husband would be nice and it would be nice to not have the dad talk anymore, but I know it will happen when it is supposed too. I am lucky to have Wyatt and know he is with me right now for a reason. He is a special little kid and not only made a huge influence on my life, but of those all around us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you more little warrior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gii2RlmBdiI/To5-o6lrQTI/AAAAAAAABY0/WtUoi7IOpiM/s400/warrior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660601023038439730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-231147189370742466?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/231147189370742466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-warrior-angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/231147189370742466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/231147189370742466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-warrior-angel.html' title='my warrior angel'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gii2RlmBdiI/To5-o6lrQTI/AAAAAAAABY0/WtUoi7IOpiM/s72-c/warrior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1174051358787664559</id><published>2011-10-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:34:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smart kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here is the conversation I just had with Wyatt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Wy: "Mom, are you still sad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Me: "Ya, a little"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Wy: "Do you want your mom? We can drive over there and see her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;See, even Wyatt knows that Moms can make everything better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt; I hope he still feels that way when he's 28 too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1174051358787664559?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1174051358787664559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/smart-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1174051358787664559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1174051358787664559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/smart-kid.html' title='smart kid'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3275206144000794675</id><published>2011-09-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:41:07.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxnsai4-YRE/ToVHq0A2-cI/AAAAAAAABYc/T-mivD59PzI/s1600/IMAG0149.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxnsai4-YRE/ToVHq0A2-cI/AAAAAAAABYc/T-mivD59PzI/s400/IMAG0149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658007307703220674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a bike without training wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a boy laying on the ground next to his bike with no training wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys famous last words: "Mom, you let go of me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better luck next time champ. Keep with it and you'll be riding in no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3275206144000794675?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3275206144000794675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3275206144000794675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3275206144000794675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/mom.html' title='Mom!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxnsai4-YRE/ToVHq0A2-cI/AAAAAAAABYc/T-mivD59PzI/s72-c/IMAG0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1373747414818281296</id><published>2011-09-20T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:47:04.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5SrRPwyLzk/TnjeGJnuMhI/AAAAAAAABYU/7xCF6URjxcQ/s1600/IMAG0165.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5SrRPwyLzk/TnjeGJnuMhI/AAAAAAAABYU/7xCF6URjxcQ/s400/IMAG0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654513529406763538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPSxsayJoEI/TnjeF6vaFDI/AAAAAAAABYM/0lUCjJDALAQ/s1600/IMAG0162.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPSxsayJoEI/TnjeF6vaFDI/AAAAAAAABYM/0lUCjJDALAQ/s400/IMAG0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654513525412467762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z5WzskXtiA/TnjeFoRZ4cI/AAAAAAAABYE/DXxXhZoo_88/s1600/IMAG0156.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z5WzskXtiA/TnjeFoRZ4cI/AAAAAAAABYE/DXxXhZoo_88/s400/IMAG0156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654513520454787522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUp5zLo8qCE/TnjeFbeyXUI/AAAAAAAABX8/7Z6PrOxkLs0/s1600/IMAG0155.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUp5zLo8qCE/TnjeFbeyXUI/AAAAAAAABX8/7Z6PrOxkLs0/s400/IMAG0155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654513517021257026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7V5aVTcZxo/TnjeFHAiouI/AAAAAAAABX0/4TxUlubrf7s/s1600/IMAG0154.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7V5aVTcZxo/TnjeFHAiouI/AAAAAAAABX0/4TxUlubrf7s/s400/IMAG0154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654513511525688034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves to pose for the camera. What a goof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1373747414818281296?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1373747414818281296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1373747414818281296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1373747414818281296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-boy.html' title='My Boy'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5SrRPwyLzk/TnjeGJnuMhI/AAAAAAAABYU/7xCF6URjxcQ/s72-c/IMAG0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2317907127500002467</id><published>2011-09-20T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:38:04.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday @ The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHm6orygy34/TnjdKrFAFtI/AAAAAAAABXs/yEI7l7_M5DY/s1600/IMAG0095.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHm6orygy34/TnjdKrFAFtI/AAAAAAAABXs/yEI7l7_M5DY/s400/IMAG0095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654512507595790034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UejbOApsqM/TnjdKa4ZLXI/AAAAAAAABXk/6RJB9dOZOwU/s1600/IMAG0094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UejbOApsqM/TnjdKa4ZLXI/AAAAAAAABXk/6RJB9dOZOwU/s400/IMAG0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654512503247940978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxndxWveFwY/TnjdKL6Bu3I/AAAAAAAABXc/qfyheLNOyPA/s1600/IMAG0093.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxndxWveFwY/TnjdKL6Bu3I/AAAAAAAABXc/qfyheLNOyPA/s400/IMAG0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654512499228261234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was a beautiful day in Salt Lake. As sad as I am about the pool closing, I love this time of year. The temperatures are perfect and I love having my doors and windows open! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-2317907127500002467?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2317907127500002467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2317907127500002467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2317907127500002467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-park.html' title='Sunday @ The Park'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHm6orygy34/TnjdKrFAFtI/AAAAAAAABXs/yEI7l7_M5DY/s72-c/IMAG0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4726041812350677365</id><published>2011-09-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:23:49.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My life is... crazy. Where has this summer gone? I swear it was just Wyatt's birthday, that we were going to the pool, hanging out with the neighbors, riding bikes and camping with friends. But it's September... the middle of September! Kids are back to school and it is so quiet around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I apparently have no idea what to do with my child as far as pre-school and waited until the last minute to ask anyone what the crap do I do, Wyatt hasn't started yet. (Sorry Kid) I have however found a great place for him to be and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that once they process his stuff there will still be a spot open. As for now, I get to be his teacher, which he doesn't seem to mind too much. As long as he is learning right? Once again, sorry kid. I'm still figuring it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September also means Labor day which in turn means family trip to Panguitch. I always look forward to going. We spend one day at Panguitch lake, one day at Bryce canyon and then whatever else sounds fun. This year just about convinced me that living in a small town would be pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take a ton of pictures, but here are the ones I have, so enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mIa4_8h4Mk/Tm_jtfFqOeI/AAAAAAAABWE/DS8xFE_n-kU/s200/IMAG0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651986427952118242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sf1JFlMXFHc/Tm_k2iEhZGI/AAAAAAAABXM/nDyU_FDDwas/s200/IMAG0079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651987682883101794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e73g0TFL9nY/Tm_k2TuDVJI/AAAAAAAABXE/YjuS5fshfZQ/s200/IMAG0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651987679030760594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4726041812350677365?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4726041812350677365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4726041812350677365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4726041812350677365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy.html' title='crazy,'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mIa4_8h4Mk/Tm_jtfFqOeI/AAAAAAAABWE/DS8xFE_n-kU/s72-c/IMAG0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5251764120939247525</id><published>2011-08-03T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:48:01.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sing</title><content type='html'>My favorite moment today happened when Wyatt first woke up this morning. Usually he will find me wherever I am and depending on when he wakes up, he will climb in bed and cuddle with me or climb on my lap and let me hold him for awhile. Well this morning Wyatt woke up and immediately started singing. I wasn't sure what he was singing until later when I asked, but it made me smile. Love my 4 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-5251764120939247525?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5251764120939247525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/08/sing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5251764120939247525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5251764120939247525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/08/sing.html' title='sing'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5467234010805534536</id><published>2011-07-18T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:03:24.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNhrAYKHZWs/TiS3wcZnl8I/AAAAAAAABV8/7vJPeD38W0k/s1600/wy%2Bnew%2Bbike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNhrAYKHZWs/TiS3wcZnl8I/AAAAAAAABV8/7vJPeD38W0k/s320/wy%2Bnew%2Bbike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630827477005211586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This handsome little boy is 4. I can't believe it has been 4 years since my life changed forever and for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We celebrated his birthday which was on a Tuesday with JG. Lunch at Chick-fil-a, shopping spree at Target and then dinner at Benihana. When we got in the car Wyatt told me what a great day he had. We had his birthday party this past Friday with my family and a few friends. It was a fun night and I'm grateful to those who came to celebrate with us. Saturday afternoon we joined some friends for camping and had a blast. It has been fun celebrating Wyatt's birthday and he makes sure everyday to ask me if he's still 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt's Favorite Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His cars &amp;amp; car mats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His new big kid bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrestling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asking Questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Climbing out of the patio when mom's not paying attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with his buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping in. (My personal fav)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt has been such a blessing in my life. I'm so grateful for the support of family and friends in helping me raise Wyatt. He is so sweet and fun and I couldn't be luckier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love you bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-5467234010805534536?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5467234010805534536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5467234010805534536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5467234010805534536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/four.html' title='Four.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNhrAYKHZWs/TiS3wcZnl8I/AAAAAAAABV8/7vJPeD38W0k/s72-c/wy%2Bnew%2Bbike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3437532604926292005</id><published>2011-07-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:45:37.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so the car saga ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvvmFiY7pVs/TiS3bqdL28I/AAAAAAAABV0/j37PNDmTjtE/s1600/car.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvvmFiY7pVs/TiS3bqdL28I/AAAAAAAABV0/j37PNDmTjtE/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630827120001014722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had my altima about a month now and I absolutely love it. Perfect fit for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3437532604926292005?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3437532604926292005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-so-car-saga-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3437532604926292005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3437532604926292005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-so-car-saga-ends.html' title='And so the car saga ends...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvvmFiY7pVs/TiS3bqdL28I/AAAAAAAABV0/j37PNDmTjtE/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5186923268740413717</id><published>2011-06-13T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:38:52.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the car saga, part 3</title><content type='html'>Just when you think it can't get any crazier...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday afternoon/mid-evening I was over at my moms cleaning out the car and getting it ready to stick on ksl and craigslist. My friend (and neighbor) Heather called me up and let me know that 3 state troopers were at my house and wanting to talk to me. So, I left Wyatt with my brother and headed back home. Then I get a text that 4 more showed up, then 2 more showed up. I started to get nervous... I mean, 7 state troopers looking for me? This can't be good. I pull up, get out of my car and immediately have one of the state troopers in my face asking me where my car is, who was just driving my car, and so on. I explain that no one has driven my car since Saturday night and that it is at my moms house because I didn't feel comfortable keeping it at mine. At this point it is quite obvious that they aren't here to let me know they caught whoever stole my car.  A second trooper walks up and pulls me away, asks for my drivers license and has me get in the back of his car. Um WTH? I was probably asked 6 times what my mom's address, like I was lying about it? I don't know the reason. Then we were off to my moms, me in the back of the troopers car! He is looking me up on his computer, asking me questions about the whole situation, then asking me MORE questions about everything. He asked the same question 5 different ways to see if my story would stay the same, obviously. And it did. Right before we got to my moms he FINALLY let me know what was going on. It felt like hours at this point when really it was maybe about 20 minutes. He explained that a high speed chase had just taken place in a gold honda with my license plates on it. Um... come again? They needed to make sure that I was not involved, that the car was where I said it was, and that there weren't any signs that it had been driven. So we (me and 5 of my state trooper pals) pull up to my moms house just as my sister and her fam were getting home. The looks on their faces were priceless and at that point they still didn't know I was in the back of the car. He finally gets me out, we walk over to the garage, open it up and he goes "Ya okay, this is not the same vehicle" and I burst into tears. They apologize and all that good stuff. He even offered to give me a ride back home, which was nice, but one ride in the back of a trooper car is good enough for this girl. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew this sort of thing happened, but never thought it would ever happen to me. So.. my license plates are still out there. I would assume that they probably have taken them off the car from the chase. It will be interesting to see what else happens and who will come knocking on my door next. Can this week please just be normal? Please bless I can get this honda sold quick and find a new car. I'm completely over it! &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/3807988994000635801-5186923268740413717?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5186923268740413717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/car-saga-part-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5186923268740413717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5186923268740413717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/car-saga-part-3.html' title='the car saga, part 3'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1442557747957035179</id><published>2011-06-11T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:39:19.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ4Em8fFdsI/TfRqCt8AHCI/AAAAAAAABVk/SkkPTsRKMf0/s320/owen.jpg'/><title type='text'>the car saga, part 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week has been a weird one for sure. But we will start with Wednesday morning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day I was up earlier than usual, had already cleaned most of my house and had finished a few things for work. Wyatt was playing with a friend outside and running up and down the stairs between our houses. I was in the kitchen finishing cleaning when the boy Wy was playing with asked where my car was. Me just thinking he didn't know which car was mine, I walked outside and pointed and started to say "right there....". I sat and just looked for a minute before I realized that my car was not there. I had them run up and get my friend to come down. I tried calling the police but my phone would not dial out. I have nightmares that start this way! I had to turn the stupid thing off and back on and finally put in the report. My mom and sister both came over, the cop came and left and didn't give me much hope. And quite honestly, at that point I didn't care and didn't think that I would see the car again. My neighbor saw my car at 9 am when he left for work, at 10:50 is when I noticed the car was gone. What the french?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we fast forward to today, Saturday. I had been with my mom most of the day for a family party. At about 7:30 we loaded up the car with some boxes to put in my dumpster and headed home. We got to my complex, dumped the boxes and as we were turning around out of the corner of my eye there was MY stolen car turning down MY street. My heart started pounding. Someone had the nerve to steal my car in the daytime and now someone was going to dump it as well?! My mom pulled up next to the car and I rolled down my window and there is a girl just sitting in my car. I looked at her and said "You are in my car" she kind of looked at my funny and replied "No, I just bought this car from my friend Sarah". When I looked at it more closely they had taken a blanket I had in the trunk and it was in the back seat. I pointed that out to her and she started freaking. I remember I just kept saying you are in my car. I tried to hold her back but she made a run for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes after she took off 3 men I have never seen before all of a sudden appeared, and they were acting all sorts of weird. They were checking out the situation and one of them got on his cell phone while the other two jumped in a truck and took off. We got that license plate number because they were just acting WAY too sketchy. The one on the phone stuck around until the K-9 unit showed up. I'm sorry, I don't care who you are, that's weird. One of my neighbor girls was listening to them talk and could understand what they were saying, and they were definitely talking about my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I made the police report the officer told me that if I were to come across my car to not touch anything and call right away because lots of cops and guns will show up, he wasn't lying. One cop processed the "scene" while the others went out looking for this girl and the guys who left in the truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This honestly has been like the weirdest experience ever. My car doesn't lock anymore, they spray painted the fender black which confuses me, because it already was..., and the passenger side door handle is hanging off. I'm lucky I have such great neighbors, one of them followed my mom to her house in my car where we are keeping it for the moment. I don't even want to get back in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgeRclAteHw/TfRqCaglnRI/AAAAAAAABVc/HdLc1KO25AE/s320/car%2Bdiagram.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617231224946138386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my car tonight... #1 - Items left in the car that were not mine aka "evidence" #2 - This is my building. My parking spot is literally 6 spots over to the left. If you are going to steal a car, I probably recommend telling your friend WHERE you stole the car from and then ask them not to come visit you. #3 - this is my moms car, we pulled up next to her and  I started flipping out, I terrified poor Wyatt who was in the back of my mom's car, he was really upset and I felt horrible.  #4 - The one item I am so relieved that was still in the car. His car seat. They had taken it from the back and stuck it in the trunk. And taken some of my DI items... so thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were still items of mine left in the car, they took his spiderman scooter probably for one of their kids. I'm just glad these fools weren't smart enough to sell the expensive car seat. And one of them must have been a real estate agent because they took three key boxes from my car. (Sorry JG).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been so freaked out that Peter actually came over to spend the night. I highly doubt they will come back, but you never know, people are ridiculous. Either way, I'm definitely grateful for my brother being here tonight. Puts me at ease a little bit. SO CRAZY! How does this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing that happened this week was this little guy, and I was able to be there to witness it. Talk about an amazing experience. Owen Benjamin Warner, 6lbs 10oz and 19 inches. My sister Andrea had her baby the day after my car was stolen, he is an early surprise but we are all really glad he is here and he is absolutely perfect. Well done Andrea and Steve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ4Em8fFdsI/TfRqCt8AHCI/AAAAAAAABVk/SkkPTsRKMf0/s320/owen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617231230161394722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited for Amy to come home from Ireland tomorrow! We will be able to swap stories! Her adventures in beautiful Ireland and my ghetto fabulous stories. Ugh. We have missed her but glad she was able to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed that nothing else happens. Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1442557747957035179?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1442557747957035179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/car-saga.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1442557747957035179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1442557747957035179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/car-saga.html' title='the car saga, part 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgeRclAteHw/TfRqCaglnRI/AAAAAAAABVc/HdLc1KO25AE/s72-c/car%2Bdiagram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4944993456062910241</id><published>2011-05-04T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:27:20.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean eating chelsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LoveGrown'/><title type='text'>Busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Where has the time gone? I can hardly believe that it is May already. But do you know what May brings this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mB3cdiYV6bw/TcIUnScdjKI/AAAAAAAABVI/Zn7Lqb5IrWE/s320/u211.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603063551600987298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pif9YpR3naM/TcIUnIwdTXI/AAAAAAAABVA/Z-5XBPu-7Bk/s320/11129690.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603063549000502642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May brings these 4 beautiful men that I have waited oh so patiently for for a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I.Can't.Wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you don't know who these men are, we probably can't be friends anymore. Kinda serious about that. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But enough about them. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt and I went on our first family camping trip together with our good friends Tiffani and Chad this last weekend. We ventured south to Yuba lake (right as the snow started falling in Salt Lake) and had such a fun time. It was a little chilly at night, but Chad kept the fire super warm and we were the first to break in their new tent trailer (heater inclu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ded). Wyatt loved camping and won't stop talking about it. I actually heard him telling our neighbor that we were going camping tonight. Oh how I wish. I hadn't been camping for so long that I forgot just how much I love it. Thank you Tiff and Chad for having us tag along with you, we are so excited for this summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will post pictures once I grab them from Tiff. Of course I couldn't find my camera ANYWHERE only to come home and find it sitting on top of my junk basket in the kitchen. Oh well right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have this new love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhiDTsHJjE4/TcIXSZvowHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/fFjr-qil2HI/s320/IMG_2448-600x400.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603066491318091890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read about this granola &lt;a href="http://cleaneatingchelsey.com/" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and have looked for it in every store that I've visited recently. Well the Fresh Market that I ALWAYS go to went out of business. Probably because the Wal-mart by my house turned into a Super Wal-mart (Rambling sorry). So the other day I ventured over to Smith's and what did I happen to find? Some Love Grown goodness! I have only tried the Raisin Almond Crunch so far and it is delicious. Add a little almond milk, let soak for about two minutes and you're golden. I actually just entered to win 3 bags of this on&lt;a href="http://www.loveveggiesandyoga.com"&gt; &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Crossing my fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you come across some, buy it. It is a must try! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovegrownfoods.com/"&gt;click here for to learn about this great co.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4944993456062910241?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4944993456062910241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4944993456062910241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4944993456062910241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mB3cdiYV6bw/TcIUnScdjKI/AAAAAAAABVI/Zn7Lqb5IrWE/s72-c/u211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5681082110644570809</id><published>2011-03-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:23:44.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soda goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjQXUyKXSqM/TYzqNTYUXxI/AAAAAAAABU4/NB01oH_shnw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjQXUyKXSqM/TYzqNTYUXxI/AAAAAAAABU4/NB01oH_shnw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588098751921413906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my poison of choice. I used to find it delicious, but recently I've just been drinking it to drink it. Not only do I get the caffeine headaches from withdrawals, but I also get them when I've had to much in a few days period. Which is where I am today. My body is dehydrated and hating me right now. My head is pounding and I feel like throwing up. I've also noticed that working out is a little harder as far as breathing goes. It's weird. So ONCE AGAIN (how many times does one have to say goodbye?) I am giving you up. No more Dr Pepper runs for this girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your drink of choice? How does it make your body feel? Not just temporarily but the long term affects.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-5681082110644570809?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5681082110644570809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/soda-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5681082110644570809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5681082110644570809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/soda-goodbye.html' title='soda goodbye'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjQXUyKXSqM/TYzqNTYUXxI/AAAAAAAABU4/NB01oH_shnw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8770259033909639837</id><published>2011-03-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:28:59.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean eating chelsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten free'/><title type='text'>Gluten Free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be or not to be gluten free, that is the question. I have become a gym rat, I feel better and if I do say so myself starting to look better. However, I'm not here to brag about that. With this new found love of the gym and fitness I am starting to recognize what foods my body likes and what my body doesn't like. I love bread, my body does not. I love sweets and ice cream, my body does not. Headaches and stomach aches follow pretty quickly after eating these things, and in my mind it isn't really worth it. And I'm not going to fool myself and say that never again will I eat these things, but I will limit them to rare occasions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently came across&lt;a href="http://cleaneatingchelsey.com/"&gt; this blog&lt;/a&gt;. She has great recipes, tips and whatnot. And quite frankly it has inspired me. So we'll see how I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite breakfast (Thanks Jenn T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have found the steel cut oats at Harmons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure they are available elsewhere, I just haven't looked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToAYf4o_bH0/TYd5e4Mr2PI/AAAAAAAABUg/ud692siK8Jg/s320/bobs%2Boats.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586567434165016818" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqMn8tn1ivg/TYd6ab2dIsI/AAAAAAAABUw/ubwV5bHErkA/s320/brown_sugar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586568457347736258" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOALoRs8MNI/TYd5e05PclI/AAAAAAAABUo/vNOG5mirnEo/s320/almond%2Bdream.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586567433278157394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few blueberries are plenty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too many can overpower everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AbutVSxi2A/TYd4e3hV0FI/AAAAAAAABUY/iBpVn-uCUDY/s320/blueberries.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586566334471589970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people know my struggle with bananas, but I love them with my oats! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKr2ikbCJKU/TYd4e7YjszI/AAAAAAAABUQ/v4jBB3tHtKk/s320/banana.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586566335508493106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You boil 3 cups of water and 1 cup of the steel oats. It makes enough for me to have breakfast for 2 or 3 days, and on day 2 and 3 the oats aren't so chewy, but I like them chewy too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I logged this meal today on my calorie tracker: 237 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone else gluten free? Or have any good recipes to share?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8770259033909639837?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8770259033909639837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/gluten-free.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8770259033909639837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8770259033909639837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/gluten-free.html' title='Gluten Free?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToAYf4o_bH0/TYd5e4Mr2PI/AAAAAAAABUg/ud692siK8Jg/s72-c/bobs%2Boats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1545057292002409316</id><published>2011-03-04T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:44:09.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah's... er I mean Jenn Gray's favorite things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEH_cCC9mVM/TXHVBXjtf2I/AAAAAAAABTw/Ggxt9xsgN60/s1600/JG%2BFavs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEH_cCC9mVM/TXHVBXjtf2I/AAAAAAAABTw/Ggxt9xsgN60/s320/JG%2BFavs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580475632769138530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many perks to working for Jenn. She is a great boss, friend and I'm not going to let this get too mushy for her sake :) She also has this knack of finding pretty much the greatest things. I'm not sure how she does it, but she does. And if you are lucky enough, you get a package containing all of them! (Hi-five Piper, we're awesome!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These Hot Tamales Jelly Beans are.. well nothing short of amazing. If you love Hot Tamales, then you will love these.  Hi-Chews are a little Mamba-ish but better, strawberry and apple seem to be the favorites.  Jenn spit the mango flavor out the window, so I'm assuming that means it was not her fav. Both of these sugary snacks lack high fructose corn syrup, so that makes them that much better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I am excited to try out my new Purex products. Jenn explained to me that fabric softeners are made with oils which wear out your clothes and towels faster and are actually flammable, with warnings not to wash your children's pj's and stuff in them. Hi.. kind of scary. Which is why this Purex stuff is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the ingredients for the Purex Complex Crystals Softener: Sucrose (Sugar) Bentonite (Clay) Peg Distearate (Blending agent) Fragrance, Sanolin Blue (Colorant). These crystals smell really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Purex Complete 3-in-1 Laundry Sheets look awesome too, drop it in with your laundry and transfer it all into the dryer. Simple and easy. I'm excited to get my laundry on and try them both out! &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/3807988994000635801-1545057292002409316?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1545057292002409316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/oprahs-er-i-mean-jenn-grays-favorite.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1545057292002409316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1545057292002409316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/oprahs-er-i-mean-jenn-grays-favorite.html' title='Oprah&apos;s... er I mean Jenn Gray&apos;s favorite things.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEH_cCC9mVM/TXHVBXjtf2I/AAAAAAAABTw/Ggxt9xsgN60/s72-c/JG%2BFavs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-7868976835874274865</id><published>2011-02-28T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:21:56.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>job chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to make a job chart for Wyatt, he is old enough where he has jobs. Plus this makes it "fun" for him. My cute neighbor Heather pretty much provided everything for this project. Cricut machine and laminating machine. She's a lucky woman! Anyway.. I think it turned out pretty cute. Michaels only had one package of the Velcro dots I needed, so I will have to go search elsewhere to finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nasuvMRnxek/TWw6zvUZWHI/AAAAAAAABTo/fxBSSF_BlVg/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG0129%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 206px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578898698954954866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He really enjoys helping with the dog. I have moved her food where he can get to it and showed him how to fill the water up. He constantly is checking to make sure she has food and water, it's pretty cute. When the day comes that fini is no longer at our house, I'll probably have to replace her. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3807988994000635801-7868976835874274865?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7868976835874274865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/job-chart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7868976835874274865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7868976835874274865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/job-chart.html' title='job chart'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nasuvMRnxek/TWw6zvUZWHI/AAAAAAAABTo/fxBSSF_BlVg/s72-c/100MEDIA_IMAG0129%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3001490310010850622</id><published>2011-02-26T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:44:35.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt has a best friend and they are the cutest. I probably should snap a few photos when they are over here playing. He talks about Cassius non stop (he gets included in prayers and night time stories) and from what I'm told Cassius talks about Wyatt non stop as well. Each morning almost before anything Wyatt asks me to text Cash's dad to see if they can play. One day I was helping Cash get his shoes on before he left to go home and I just had to chuckle inside a bit... I knew Wyatt had big feet, but I don't think I realized just how big they really are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clzKW_SX_Vw/TWi6F0NEiBI/AAAAAAAABTg/_acIDYTjQ7s/s320/Shoes.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577912747573938194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Cash is about 7 months older than Wyatt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; When it is time for Cash to go home, we walk him outside and watch him walk to his building to make sure he gets up the stairs and home safely. Most of the time as he's walking away Wyatt will yell "Cash you forgot a hug" and they meet halfway to get their hugs in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where does time go? It becomes very real that you no longer have a little boy when they start having friends over to play and vise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;verse&lt;/span&gt;. Too bad there isn't a freeze button. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I think I need to blog this so that I can look back and remember how sweet Wyatt is. However it may be hard to forget. The other day Wyatt and I were laying on my bed listening to calm music (the kind they play when you get a massage). We were doing a little "meditation" and I think it was a success. After a few minutes he decided he was done, as he was leaving the room he said "Mom, you make my heart happy". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love this sweet boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3001490310010850622?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3001490310010850622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/buddies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3001490310010850622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3001490310010850622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/buddies.html' title='Buddies'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clzKW_SX_Vw/TWi6F0NEiBI/AAAAAAAABTg/_acIDYTjQ7s/s72-c/Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-9060192454940585679</id><published>2011-02-23T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:10:01.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my mind I have been envisioning this perfect dress that I want for summer. Something that I can wear with cute boots or just with some sandals or flip flops. Pretty much down to the last detail I knew what I wanted this dress to look like. About 3 weeks ago I received a catalog, opened it up and *VOILA* there she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpgZ8Pf2mXk/TWXY6rpp4JI/AAAAAAAABTY/Q9dPyCbIr2A/s320/shopBy_dresses_01.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577102216229675154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hem line is uneven and cute, falls at a good place. Ah, love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is part of my thinspiration and I will be rockin it this summer. Can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-9060192454940585679?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9060192454940585679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/9060192454940585679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/9060192454940585679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dress.html' title='My Dress...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpgZ8Pf2mXk/TWXY6rpp4JI/AAAAAAAABTY/Q9dPyCbIr2A/s72-c/shopBy_dresses_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1091930531344740402</id><published>2011-02-12T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:12:46.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My funny boy...</title><content type='html'>Wyatt says the funniest things and I'm always scared one day I'll forget them. Tonight we went to dinner with my Mom, brother Peter, and two of Wy's cousins Charlotte and Victoria (Or Chartori as he calls them, as if they are one person). We got some adult food and then headed over to McDonalds so that the kids could run around like maniacs. As we were leaving my mom ended up with Wyatt's happy meal toy. I didn't think he noticed but a little later he asked where the toy was (of course he would notice) and when I told him Grandma had it and yada yada, his reply was "Oh well, that's too bad".  He is quick to get over things most of the time, which is nice for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt also has picked up the "thumbs up" from somewhere, I don't recall ever giving him a thumbs up, but maybe I have. He often uses it when he is trying to down play a situation. Most often I get the "mom i'm in here probably doing something you've asked me not to do, but no worries, all is well" thumbs up. I can't help from laughing, it cracks me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite conversation of the day with Wyatt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "You're the best Wy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wy: "Oh mom, you're so cute"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that he hasn't grown out of cuddling, hugs and kisses just yet. And he may talk about butts, farts and poop 89% of the time, but he sure is so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1091930531344740402?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1091930531344740402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-funny-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1091930531344740402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1091930531344740402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-funny-boy.html' title='My funny boy...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8955785536012188408</id><published>2011-02-11T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:59:25.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qy7PRjES0K0/TVW9sEFqMmI/AAAAAAAABSw/xjPwa0R_gbs/s1600/IMAG0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qy7PRjES0K0/TVW9sEFqMmI/AAAAAAAABSw/xjPwa0R_gbs/s320/IMAG0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572568678650229346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Meringue Hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bythewayjenngray.blogspot.com/2011/02/meringue-cookies.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Click here for Recipe &amp;amp; Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JG made us these cute meringue hearts, she is quite crafty if I do say so. Way to be JG! Thanks for the meringues and face scrub. You're the greatest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8955785536012188408?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8955785536012188408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8955785536012188408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8955785536012188408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-treat.html' title='Valentine Treat'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qy7PRjES0K0/TVW9sEFqMmI/AAAAAAAABSw/xjPwa0R_gbs/s72-c/IMAG0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-386081590115531001</id><published>2011-02-07T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:27:44.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Aerobics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TVDpejy2zpI/AAAAAAAABSo/-SrgLLnaJU4/s1600/WaterAerobics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TVDpejy2zpI/AAAAAAAABSo/-SrgLLnaJU4/s400/WaterAerobics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571209450271198866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have recently discovered a new love. And yes, I'm being very serious. I know the first thing people think about when they hear water aerobics. I was the same way. But, in the past few months I have come to realize how awesome this class is. With the&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; right &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;teacher you can and will get a killer workout. I remember my first class, it was a bit awkward but so worth it. You don't realize what kind of a work out you are getting until you try and walk up the stairs out of the pool after class. It is the perfect way to tone up and slim down. (I'm down 18 inches, it works.) So, stop laughing, grab a friend, suit up and ask around for a good teacher. Plus, it's a good break from your normal work out routine. Do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-386081590115531001?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/386081590115531001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/water-aerobics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/386081590115531001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/386081590115531001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/water-aerobics.html' title='Water Aerobics'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TVDpejy2zpI/AAAAAAAABSo/-SrgLLnaJU4/s72-c/WaterAerobics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3363427450386573096</id><published>2011-02-07T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:04:11.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Pressure</title><content type='html'>So, I am coming to the realization that my blog may be a little on the lame side. I hardly update and never feel like I have much to say. Recently my boss Jenn Gray started a blog. You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.bythewayjenngray.blogspot.com"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt; She has fun useful tips, give-a-ways (her recent one is awesome, this face stuff is amazing), and just cute things. She probably has wondered why I haven't given her my blog address yet. But it's because I feel pressure to make it a cool blog! I guess I'll have to make a list of cool things to blog about, that way I won't be super lame. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lame note... okay that's a joke, Wyatt is anything but lame.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is 3 1/2 now, and I know that I will blink my eyes and July will already be here. I'm praying that he doesn't ask for a Jungle Jim's birthday party. Everyone keep your fingers crossed! And this year I plan to be a little more prepared. Last year I forgot a camera, matches, serving spoons and obviously my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt is such a smart kid and getting so big. He loves to play with his buddy Cassius, today when Cash left they gave each other hugs. I'm glad they are good buddies. Lately he is working on the sounds of the alphabet, so all day long I get quizzed. "What does the letter "F" say" and so on. He is OBSESSED with geo track trains. And I think obsessed may be an understatement. His train set takes up pretty much his whole bedroom. It's insane. He also has a few Geo Track movies, so he knows all the conductor and train names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a great boy and is the best thing in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3363427450386573096?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3363427450386573096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3363427450386573096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3363427450386573096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-pressure.html' title='Blog Pressure'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-996404992777918538</id><published>2010-12-30T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:19:51.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of these pictures are out of order, but I didn't want to fuss. We start with Christmas Morning and work our way to Christmas Eve :) And there are a lot of pictures, so brace yourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1W3SJkNwI/AAAAAAAABQU/ujbwK-SvMQQ/s320/DSCF4635.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556693023009814274" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1W39kWnLI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZXG_NYWFTdA/s320/DSCF4637.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556693034664893618" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1W3izV4XI/AAAAAAAABQc/ZrikGKNHuMw/s1600/DSCF4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1W3izV4XI/AAAAAAAABQc/ZrikGKNHuMw/s320/DSCF4636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556693027480002930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V8N01epI/AAAAAAAABQM/aOw-hVgRRRw/s1600/DSCF4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V8N01epI/AAAAAAAABQM/aOw-hVgRRRw/s320/DSCF4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556692008236841618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V72NOvSI/AAAAAAAABQE/93F-R3GyCDA/s1600/DSCF4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V72NOvSI/AAAAAAAABQE/93F-R3GyCDA/s320/DSCF4632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556692001896709410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably discussing their gifts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V7pV_I6I/AAAAAAAABP8/7MWG--MEhkM/s1600/DSCF4631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V7pV_I6I/AAAAAAAABP8/7MWG--MEhkM/s320/DSCF4631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691998443774882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V7amPdwI/AAAAAAAABP0/6sXOHcgB2DI/s1600/DSCF4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V7amPdwI/AAAAAAAABP0/6sXOHcgB2DI/s320/DSCF4629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691994485421826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V7Lj5WUI/AAAAAAAABPs/akX-Bsq6qiQ/s1600/DSCF4626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1V7Lj5WUI/AAAAAAAABPs/akX-Bsq6qiQ/s320/DSCF4626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691990449051970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TWnqHivI/AAAAAAAABPk/XrNmnIWuWxs/s1600/DSCF4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TWnqHivI/AAAAAAAABPk/XrNmnIWuWxs/s320/DSCF4623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689163312925426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! Pillow Pets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TWWrLw9I/AAAAAAAABPc/MrDhzEgUvpk/s1600/DSCF4622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TWWrLw9I/AAAAAAAABPc/MrDhzEgUvpk/s320/DSCF4622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689158753993682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TWASxf_I/AAAAAAAABPU/UrQLISuFYfk/s1600/DSCF4621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TWASxf_I/AAAAAAAABPU/UrQLISuFYfk/s320/DSCF4621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689152746029042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TV5TymZI/AAAAAAAABPM/ElSfNufknw4/s1600/DSCF4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TV5TymZI/AAAAAAAABPM/ElSfNufknw4/s320/DSCF4619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689150871247250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TVR1BRUI/AAAAAAAABPE/IVl6nQ_qO_I/s1600/DSCF4618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1TVR1BRUI/AAAAAAAABPE/IVl6nQ_qO_I/s320/DSCF4618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689140273202498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q9MDltQI/AAAAAAAABO8/Kxn_mBUX8_M/s1600/DSCF4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q9MDltQI/AAAAAAAABO8/Kxn_mBUX8_M/s320/DSCF4616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556686527383581954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8zzoJfI/AAAAAAAABO0/KeMaBLDt0mI/s1600/DSCF4615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8zzoJfI/AAAAAAAABO0/KeMaBLDt0mI/s320/DSCF4615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556686520874182130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8tbOKsI/AAAAAAAABOs/v1EyPujVPxM/s1600/DSCF4613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8tbOKsI/AAAAAAAABOs/v1EyPujVPxM/s320/DSCF4613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556686519161203394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8St_wuI/AAAAAAAABOk/f3QVkfzJ-tA/s1600/DSCF4612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8St_wuI/AAAAAAAABOk/f3QVkfzJ-tA/s320/DSCF4612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556686511992193762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter and Wyatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8DkABiI/AAAAAAAABOc/D2-PWktILAw/s1600/DSCF4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Q8DkABiI/AAAAAAAABOc/D2-PWktILAw/s320/DSCF4568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556686507923736098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi Kate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Legu27MI/AAAAAAAABOU/atpKb0ogZY4/s1600/DSCF4611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Legu27MI/AAAAAAAABOU/atpKb0ogZY4/s320/DSCF4611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556680502799690946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi Andrea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1LeRf4JZI/AAAAAAAABOM/_5v0Mg44UEo/s1600/DSCF4609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1LeRf4JZI/AAAAAAAABOM/_5v0Mg44UEo/s320/DSCF4609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556680498710324626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1LeOTBQSI/AAAAAAAABOE/hHii0aNRh9E/s1600/DSCF4607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1LeOTBQSI/AAAAAAAABOE/hHii0aNRh9E/s320/DSCF4607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556680497851089186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scootch in closer, Kate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Ld_Y5-bI/AAAAAAAABN8/9ck_U805g6E/s1600/DSCF4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Ld_Y5-bI/AAAAAAAABN8/9ck_U805g6E/s320/DSCF4604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556680493849246130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 of the 4, Missing Amy Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1LdiuUhVI/AAAAAAAABN0/vN5iBVherks/s1600/DSCF4603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1LdiuUhVI/AAAAAAAABN0/vN5iBVherks/s320/DSCF4603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556680486154437970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drew and Andrea stole my camera and snapped a few shots :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry that what's up his nose is part of the toy he gave Wyatt in the gift exchange LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JUUL10iI/AAAAAAAABNs/licdIOqPIYA/s1600/DSCF4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JUUL10iI/AAAAAAAABNs/licdIOqPIYA/s320/DSCF4600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556678128609645090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JUN-DkZI/AAAAAAAABNk/TIAK7QrFE-w/s1600/DSCF4597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JUN-DkZI/AAAAAAAABNk/TIAK7QrFE-w/s320/DSCF4597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556678126941213074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JTyRKYRI/AAAAAAAABNc/FQLJxZwwOVQ/s1600/DSCF4593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JTyRKYRI/AAAAAAAABNc/FQLJxZwwOVQ/s320/DSCF4593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556678119505158418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JTlUd8EI/AAAAAAAABNU/C1V51Jb1MMw/s1600/DSCF4591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JTlUd8EI/AAAAAAAABNU/C1V51Jb1MMw/s320/DSCF4591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556678116029362242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like someone drank one of the gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JTQ2FpPI/AAAAAAAABNM/GK2OJDplaYI/s1600/DSCF4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1JTQ2FpPI/AAAAAAAABNM/GK2OJDplaYI/s320/DSCF4590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556678110533231858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this Ella Rose, she is so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HXb_fOPI/AAAAAAAABNE/xxk_4s-KQm8/s1600/DSCF4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HXb_fOPI/AAAAAAAABNE/xxk_4s-KQm8/s320/DSCF4589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556675983221668082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HXBdRGMI/AAAAAAAABM8/i8pctghO_xU/s1600/DSCF4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HXBdRGMI/AAAAAAAABM8/i8pctghO_xU/s320/DSCF4586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556675976098814146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt the wiseman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HW43lLHI/AAAAAAAABM0/SvqtLNHMYDA/s1600/DSCF4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HW43lLHI/AAAAAAAABM0/SvqtLNHMYDA/s320/DSCF4583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556675973793262706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HWtPoC5I/AAAAAAAABMs/h-YYwCj-T1s/s1600/DSCF4582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HWtPoC5I/AAAAAAAABMs/h-YYwCj-T1s/s320/DSCF4582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556675970672888722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivy the wiseman, Charlotte the Angel, Tori the Shepard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HWJQ6GZI/AAAAAAAABMk/ZNmpesb8bKI/s1600/DSCF4578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1HWJQ6GZI/AAAAAAAABMk/ZNmpesb8bKI/s320/DSCF4578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556675961014589842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary and Joseph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1FwbG61jI/AAAAAAAABMc/zSUF60bUePg/s1600/DSCF4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1FwbG61jI/AAAAAAAABMc/zSUF60bUePg/s320/DSCF4577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556674213457876530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Fvzv25GI/AAAAAAAABMU/ClngjqFRvnM/s1600/DSCF4574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Fvzv25GI/AAAAAAAABMU/ClngjqFRvnM/s320/DSCF4574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556674202892166242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Fvgnp0RI/AAAAAAAABMM/oYWwSdqqQBQ/s1600/DSCF4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1Fvgnp0RI/AAAAAAAABMM/oYWwSdqqQBQ/s320/DSCF4573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556674197757481234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1FvXEFvlI/AAAAAAAABME/1SIkecLqMww/s1600/DSCF4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1FvXEFvlI/AAAAAAAABME/1SIkecLqMww/s320/DSCF4572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556674195192397394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas wedgie from Andrea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1FvGrV9yI/AAAAAAAABL8/flvT14PDkVk/s1600/DSCF4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1FvGrV9yI/AAAAAAAABL8/flvT14PDkVk/s320/DSCF4571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556674190793635618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening his Christmas Jammies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh my gosh, mom! Monster trucks!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was thrilled! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E9v7dn9I/AAAAAAAABL0/1EPFLIUcIE8/s1600/DSCF4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E9v7dn9I/AAAAAAAABL0/1EPFLIUcIE8/s320/DSCF4570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556673342873640914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E9VFnWnI/AAAAAAAABLs/Ip_hNASCwWM/s1600/DSCF4564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E9VFnWnI/AAAAAAAABLs/Ip_hNASCwWM/s320/DSCF4564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556673335668464242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin gift exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E9OYQDeI/AAAAAAAABLk/Ti1aY326O48/s1600/DSCF4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E9OYQDeI/AAAAAAAABLk/Ti1aY326O48/s320/DSCF4563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556673333867580898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E83kBlQI/AAAAAAAABLc/tOyGUSNc4ww/s1600/DSCF4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E83kBlQI/AAAAAAAABLc/tOyGUSNc4ww/s320/DSCF4562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556673327742948610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E8WIxNxI/AAAAAAAABLU/dxNn8wFhSGk/s1600/DSCF4559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1E8WIxNxI/AAAAAAAABLU/dxNn8wFhSGk/s320/DSCF4559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556673318770259730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EGVvOI9I/AAAAAAAABLM/bHbgTYm2r_E/s1600/DSCF4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EGVvOI9I/AAAAAAAABLM/bHbgTYm2r_E/s320/DSCF4558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556672390950167506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EFrOKH6I/AAAAAAAABLE/V0jZv4tR-B0/s1600/DSCF4557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EFrOKH6I/AAAAAAAABLE/V0jZv4tR-B0/s320/DSCF4557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556672379537203106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EFE7bc9I/AAAAAAAABK8/BgjBycTYL9I/s1600/DSCF4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EFE7bc9I/AAAAAAAABK8/BgjBycTYL9I/s320/DSCF4556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556672369258099666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He cracks me up, he always is doing some sort of goofy face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EEody9LI/AAAAAAAABK0/ecTHXCKkInY/s1600/DSCF4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EEody9LI/AAAAAAAABK0/ecTHXCKkInY/s320/DSCF4555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556672361617618098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EEdsBpAI/AAAAAAAABKs/8dwVWVOG8ws/s1600/DSCF4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1EEdsBpAI/AAAAAAAABKs/8dwVWVOG8ws/s320/DSCF4554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556672358724510722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of these photos are completely out of order, but I'm over it. We had such a great Christmas this year. I love spending time with my family and I am reminded of how grateful I am for every one of them and their continued support in our life. We had a great Christmas Eve party at the Warners with the usual crowd (minus Amy because she works too much). The kids played out the Nativity, we sang songs and then just had great food and hung out. Wyatt and I stay over at my mom's every year, it has become a tradition that I really cherish. I'm sure once I find a good guy that will all change. Not sure how he will feel being snuggled up in bed with my mom and Wyatt! But for now I love it. Christmas morning was so much fun, Wyatt was so excited about all the presents and I think having Christmas morning with Charlotte and Victoria adds to all the fun. We spent the next two days vegged out at my moms, it was great! Last night I was laying in bed with Wyatt and the only presents he really cares about are the ones from my mom and dad, he doesn't even remember what Santa brought him. "Santa brought me presents?" - Direct quite from my child. Yup Wy, Santa sure did. So looks like Santa is off the hook for next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can anyone really believe that this year is already over? It passed by faster than I wanted it too, that's for sure. Wyatt turned 3 which was so crazy too me and in 6 more short months he will already be 4. I'm really excited to see what is in store for us this coming year. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and saying a few prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-996404992777918538?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/996404992777918538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/996404992777918538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/996404992777918538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TR1W3SJkNwI/AAAAAAAABQU/ujbwK-SvMQQ/s72-c/DSCF4635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1569427154631793783</id><published>2010-12-19T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:31:58.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little boys say the sweetest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other night Wyatt and I were laying in my bed having some quiet time before bed. He loves to cuddle lately and if I try to get up I basically get put in a choke hold and am told I can't leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we are laying there in silence and here's how the rest of this story goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt: "Hey mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Yes boog?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt: "You are the best"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Ah, thank you hunny, so are you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt: "You make me so happy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt is all boy, he loves to wrestle and be rough and sometimes even mistakes me for a punching bag, but in moments like this I am so grateful. Under his tough "manly" 3 year old self, he is such a sweetheart and is so kind. Not a day goes by that he doesn't say something sweet or give me random hugs. And in moments like this, I realize that it all is going to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TQ3CqgKPSoI/AAAAAAAABIw/xkiUEjyZ0bE/s200/sleepy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552307951060863618" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1569427154631793783?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1569427154631793783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-boys-say-sweetest-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1569427154631793783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1569427154631793783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-boys-say-sweetest-things.html' title='Little boys say the sweetest things...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TQ3CqgKPSoI/AAAAAAAABIw/xkiUEjyZ0bE/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8809169590621427701</id><published>2010-12-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:43:37.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video From Santa</title><content type='html'>This is super cute and a really good idea for the young kids! Wyatt got a kick out of it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/IPX6yODZu453dq7I0nggIg"&gt;Video from Santa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much has happened since I last posted. We had a good Thanksgiving with our family and I turned 27, which is still weird. Jenn put together a really fun birthday party and dinner for me, it was a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I have to say I am quite proud of myself. I am pretty much all done with my Christmas shopping minus a few last touches. Last year I was a complete last minute shopper and did it in the few days right before Christmas, which judging from the Christmas crowds I have been shopping in this year... most people wait until the last minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.. that's about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8809169590621427701?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8809169590621427701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/video-from-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8809169590621427701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8809169590621427701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/video-from-santa.html' title='Video From Santa'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2682499096116140160</id><published>2010-11-08T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:18:16.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a really good October! I miss the Summer and the pool, but I love this time of year. Wyatt really seemed to catch on to the whole Halloween concept, so that made it fun. He was excited to pick out his costume, carve pumpkins and go trick-or-treating with his cousins.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjjjmzYLAI/AAAAAAAABIg/E0Qa5Ty4aRQ/s1600/pics%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjjjmzYLAI/AAAAAAAABIg/E0Qa5Ty4aRQ/s200/pics%2B027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425942702992386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji4KMA9qI/AAAAAAAABIQ/pjf1CTD9IkU/s1600/pics%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji4KMA9qI/AAAAAAAABIQ/pjf1CTD9IkU/s200/pics%2B024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425196287325858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjjinqc9UI/AAAAAAAABIY/L5LrjOSNjJ0/s1600/pics%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjjinqc9UI/AAAAAAAABIY/L5LrjOSNjJ0/s200/pics%2B026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425925754123586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjjj-pYGLI/AAAAAAAABIo/Ql8dKE8MGdc/s1600/pics%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjjj-pYGLI/AAAAAAAABIo/Ql8dKE8MGdc/s200/pics%2B028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425949103495346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji2qmNYPI/AAAAAAAABHw/93XnRc4UmZk/s1600/pics%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji2qmNYPI/AAAAAAAABHw/93XnRc4UmZk/s200/pics%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425170627387634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji3r1YKLI/AAAAAAAABII/60f4ogs8nDo/s1600/pics%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji3r1YKLI/AAAAAAAABII/60f4ogs8nDo/s200/pics%2B021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425188139313330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji3afi5lI/AAAAAAAABIA/UPglq5NcXSk/s1600/pics%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji3afi5lI/AAAAAAAABIA/UPglq5NcXSk/s200/pics%2B020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425183484339794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji27DYM6I/AAAAAAAABH4/1JL-ddGO29w/s1600/pics%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNji27DYM6I/AAAAAAAABH4/1JL-ddGO29w/s200/pics%2B019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537425175044699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt trying on our neighbor Jordan's Costume. He was so funny in this football gear.&lt;br /&gt;I think the pads were heavier than he was.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiJoqxPaI/AAAAAAAABHo/jmgypk0wkHA/s1600/pics%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiJoqxPaI/AAAAAAAABHo/jmgypk0wkHA/s200/pics%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537424397015530914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiJK3hlkI/AAAAAAAABHg/XviYwnL47u0/s1600/pics%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiJK3hlkI/AAAAAAAABHg/XviYwnL47u0/s200/pics%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537424389015967298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiIokPsdI/AAAAAAAABHY/1xB3reIZwJU/s1600/pics%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiIokPsdI/AAAAAAAABHY/1xB3reIZwJU/s200/pics%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537424379808297426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiIceTEkI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Zmsin8BOP7Y/s1600/pics%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiIceTEkI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Zmsin8BOP7Y/s200/pics%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537424376562127426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got some Dracula teeth from his buddy Jackson's birthday party... we've had a lot of fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhnUcqBoI/AAAAAAAABHA/yTLhNPx6A5s/s1600/pics%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhnUcqBoI/AAAAAAAABHA/yTLhNPx6A5s/s200/pics%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537423807472076418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiH_9o1II/AAAAAAAABHI/if6BJU_YMgE/s1600/pics%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjiH_9o1II/AAAAAAAABHI/if6BJU_YMgE/s200/pics%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537424368908948610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhnGuvyqI/AAAAAAAABG4/Qk1zhevSlGE/s1600/pics%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhnGuvyqI/AAAAAAAABG4/Qk1zhevSlGE/s200/pics%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537423803789855394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also did cookie decorating over at Jenn and Shaun's house.&lt;br /&gt;The cookies and frosting were so good. Jenn definitely knows her baking.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhmgiOWhI/AAAAAAAABGw/fE2K8VDvWZk/s1600/pics%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhmgiOWhI/AAAAAAAABGw/fE2K8VDvWZk/s200/pics%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537423793536784914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhmI6Rz6I/AAAAAAAABGo/QyCosGDiGMI/s1600/pics%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhmI6Rz6I/AAAAAAAABGo/QyCosGDiGMI/s200/pics%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537423787195223970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Drum Roll*&lt;br /&gt;And here is he.... Bumblebee himself!&lt;br /&gt;He was set on being Ironman until he saw this bumblebee costume.&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks so cute!&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhl1yfisI/AAAAAAAABGg/7s1it-nRCXs/s1600/pics%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjhl1yfisI/AAAAAAAABGg/7s1it-nRCXs/s200/pics%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537423782062295746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3807988994000635801-2682499096116140160?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2682499096116140160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2682499096116140160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2682499096116140160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TNjjjmzYLAI/AAAAAAAABIg/E0Qa5Ty4aRQ/s72-c/pics%2B027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5715079056876282140</id><published>2010-10-25T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:06:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches</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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW4XX7ZpsI/AAAAAAAABFI/82IkttFyQVs/s1600/pics+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW4XX7ZpsI/AAAAAAAABFI/82IkttFyQVs/s320/pics+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532030428994184898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW39g_vE4I/AAAAAAAABFA/O7wEIoBxB3s/s1600/pics+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW39g_vE4I/AAAAAAAABFA/O7wEIoBxB3s/s320/pics+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532029984751686530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW38ZqVTVI/AAAAAAAABEo/cIgYsmxwuRw/s1600/pics+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW38ZqVTVI/AAAAAAAABEo/cIgYsmxwuRw/s320/pics+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532029965602999634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW39JpUdjI/AAAAAAAABE4/2yps-OJAy_E/s1600/pics+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW39JpUdjI/AAAAAAAABE4/2yps-OJAy_E/s320/pics+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532029978483652146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW382IgiXI/AAAAAAAABEw/Qt09e12vwwM/s1600/pics+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW382IgiXI/AAAAAAAABEw/Qt09e12vwwM/s320/pics+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532029973245757810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW38FdPOkI/AAAAAAAABEg/IUQwIHj2rFA/s1600/pics+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW38FdPOkI/AAAAAAAABEg/IUQwIHj2rFA/s320/pics+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532029960179366466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past week we were able to go to Gardner Village with Andrea, Ivy and Ella.  It was the first year I have ever been to see all the fun Halloween stuff. We had a good time! I definitely want to go back with my sisters and mom without kids and look at all the cute shops! &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/3807988994000635801-5715079056876282140?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5715079056876282140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/witches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5715079056876282140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5715079056876282140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/witches.html' title='Witches'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW4XX7ZpsI/AAAAAAAABFI/82IkttFyQVs/s72-c/pics+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2569726727187922286</id><published>2010-10-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:58:24.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boy bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpre-FUSI/AAAAAAAABDo/ZMKfZpu1Rq4/s1600/pics+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpre-FUSI/AAAAAAAABDo/ZMKfZpu1Rq4/s200/pics+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532014281807450402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpsPgj23I/AAAAAAAABDw/nXV3ysI_Oxg/s1600/pics+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpsPgj23I/AAAAAAAABDw/nXV3ysI_Oxg/s200/pics+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532014294836960114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpsneKHBI/AAAAAAAABEA/9exUxKSnB7Y/s1600/pics+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpsneKHBI/AAAAAAAABEA/9exUxKSnB7Y/s200/pics+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532014301269335058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpsS9m7pI/AAAAAAAABD4/sRyg9gqDbOE/s1600/pics+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpsS9m7pI/AAAAAAAABD4/sRyg9gqDbOE/s200/pics+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532014295764102802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWps61gp4I/AAAAAAAABEI/U9VrRfqyjAc/s1600/pics+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWps61gp4I/AAAAAAAABEI/U9VrRfqyjAc/s200/pics+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532014306467555202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW2um18UeI/AAAAAAAABEY/0srKqOIpm5Q/s1600/pics+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMW2um18UeI/AAAAAAAABEY/0srKqOIpm5Q/s200/pics+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532028629111558626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my generous boss, I will no longer have to purchase a big boy bed for Christmas. Wyatt loves his new bed and I love having my bed all to myself ALL night long now!&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/3807988994000635801-2569726727187922286?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2569726727187922286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-boy-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2569726727187922286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2569726727187922286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big boy bed!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWpre-FUSI/AAAAAAAABDo/ZMKfZpu1Rq4/s72-c/pics+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4650841420335241999</id><published>2010-10-25T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:57:40.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many faces of Wy</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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWnsHEizWI/AAAAAAAABC4/8D1xqKMV44k/s1600/pics+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWnsHEizWI/AAAAAAAABC4/8D1xqKMV44k/s200/pics+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532012093548711266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWntM2T_wI/AAAAAAAABDA/7Wnfl2GMNfI/s1600/pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWntM2T_wI/AAAAAAAABDA/7Wnfl2GMNfI/s200/pics+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532012112279502594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWntqd93yI/AAAAAAAABDI/G2kVVwoYSjo/s1600/pics+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWntqd93yI/AAAAAAAABDI/G2kVVwoYSjo/s200/pics+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532012120230453026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWnt2bZp8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/zggffGPzPsQ/s1600/pics+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWnt2bZp8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/zggffGPzPsQ/s200/pics+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532012123440916418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWnuf2TlNI/AAAAAAAABDY/NposVTXiCaM/s1600/pics+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWnuf2TlNI/AAAAAAAABDY/NposVTXiCaM/s200/pics+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532012134559618258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWoXl3kzFI/AAAAAAAABDg/wHGTI8AS48k/s1600/pics+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWoXl3kzFI/AAAAAAAABDg/wHGTI8AS48k/s200/pics+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532012840550190162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a rockstar/iron man/cowboy/tranformer/stunt man.&lt;br /&gt;This is one busy kid!&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/3807988994000635801-4650841420335241999?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4650841420335241999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/many-faces-of-wy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4650841420335241999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4650841420335241999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/many-faces-of-wy.html' title='Many faces of Wy'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWnsHEizWI/AAAAAAAABC4/8D1xqKMV44k/s72-c/pics+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4772383978202195511</id><published>2010-10-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:42:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Faces</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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk6HlE3DI/AAAAAAAABCo/2N92zVdjeh8/s1600/pics+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk6HlE3DI/AAAAAAAABCo/2N92zVdjeh8/s320/pics+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532009035668446258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk6hQiMXI/AAAAAAAABCw/l6nNlukj7Pg/s1600/pics+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk6hQiMXI/AAAAAAAABCw/l6nNlukj7Pg/s320/pics+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532009042561610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk5jQOLlI/AAAAAAAABCY/1DQHcX2RD80/s1600/pics+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk5jQOLlI/AAAAAAAABCY/1DQHcX2RD80/s320/pics+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532009025917300306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk51PdLYI/AAAAAAAABCg/maK9PHtYYPk/s1600/pics+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk51PdLYI/AAAAAAAABCg/maK9PHtYYPk/s320/pics+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532009030745927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pull a camera out and most likely Wyatt will give you a funny face. He is such a fun crazy kid!&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/3807988994000635801-4772383978202195511?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4772383978202195511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4772383978202195511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4772383978202195511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-faces.html' title='Funny Faces'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMWk6HlE3DI/AAAAAAAABCo/2N92zVdjeh8/s72-c/pics+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2684246041841182929</id><published>2010-10-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:56:50.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ-N9L9XI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Rfd0TkouIEQ/s1600/pics+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ-N9L9XI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Rfd0TkouIEQ/s400/pics+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531768313053181298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ9z83xuI/AAAAAAAABCI/akwqnSSy-Ss/s1600/pics+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ9z83xuI/AAAAAAAABCI/akwqnSSy-Ss/s400/pics+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531768306072536802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ9BPG7qI/AAAAAAAABCA/Td92PXuwC3A/s1600/pics+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ9BPG7qI/AAAAAAAABCA/Td92PXuwC3A/s400/pics+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531768292458819234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ8wv6JaI/AAAAAAAABB4/BKICERDx7z4/s1600/pics+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ8wv6JaI/AAAAAAAABB4/BKICERDx7z4/s400/pics+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531768288032990626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ8knkg8I/AAAAAAAABBw/DhKF3WUYgzU/s1600/pics+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ8knkg8I/AAAAAAAABBw/DhKF3WUYgzU/s400/pics+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531768284776793026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent most of our summer by the pool and enjoyed every minute of it. Wyatt learned to swim and is a total fish. He loves it! He also met some new friends this summer and that has been a lot of fun for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-2684246041841182929?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2684246041841182929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/pool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2684246041841182929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2684246041841182929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/10/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TMTJ-N9L9XI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Rfd0TkouIEQ/s72-c/pics+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6166710199186949347</id><published>2010-09-15T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T13:33:58.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TJEtcLBIfwI/AAAAAAAABBo/D4-lSTxmkh4/s1600/Wyatt+%40+Bryce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TJEtcLBIfwI/AAAAAAAABBo/D4-lSTxmkh4/s400/Wyatt+%40+Bryce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517240980522696450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been a bit absent this summer, but I will get back to my blog soon. In the meantime, here is a cute picture of Wyatt @ Bryce Canyon. I sorta think he's the greatest, messy hair and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-6166710199186949347?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6166710199186949347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6166710199186949347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6166710199186949347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TJEtcLBIfwI/AAAAAAAABBo/D4-lSTxmkh4/s72-c/Wyatt+%40+Bryce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2060383720199214263</id><published>2010-07-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:36:33.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big boy</title><content type='html'>Well this week has been filled with potty training and it has been great! I attempted potty training earlier on, it was a disaster and just frustrating. So, I decided to wait until he was completely ready(will a little advice from my mom). It definitely is the way to go, forcing the issue because you're tired of changing diapers just makes things hard on everyone. One night we were watching TV, he got up and walked to the bathroom, took his diaper off, sat on the toilet and that was that. We've had a few accidents, but he has been so awesome. I always tuck his shirt up for him so that it doesn't get wet while he's using the potty. One morning he came in and said "mom tuck my shirt and hurry, I don't want to poop on the floor". He's such a character and I am so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TDDT9XIeJUI/AAAAAAAABBY/3ahE-ESYVtc/s1600/IMG06013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TDDT9XIeJUI/AAAAAAAABBY/3ahE-ESYVtc/s320/IMG06013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490120996899661122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wyatt listening to my ipod, he was jamming out to Black Eyed Peas, but that obviously can't really be captured with a picture. Still cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-2060383720199214263?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2060383720199214263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2060383720199214263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2060383720199214263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-boy.html' title='big boy'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TDDT9XIeJUI/AAAAAAAABBY/3ahE-ESYVtc/s72-c/IMG06013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6907796648208065219</id><published>2010-06-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:19:40.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my boy</title><content type='html'>My little punkin buns will be 3 years old in 2 short weeks. He is so fun and so full of energy and personality. And he can be the sweetest little guy. Every day I will either hear "mom you're so cute" or "cute hair mom".  It cracks me up. He loves his cousins and talks about them constantly. Lately he loves "going for a swim" and going on morning walks. He can't get enough of Scooby Doo and sings the theme song constantly. And for anyone that watches Glee, he sings the mash up of "Don't stand so close to me" a million times a day. The best is when we are grocery shopping at he sings it at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we were talking about his uncles "Court is mine nuncle, Peter is mine nuncle, Steve is mine nuncle" then it shifted and he said "Amy is...." and I said "Amy is your aunt". At this moment his eyes got huge, he had a confused expression on his face and he said "Amy's a bug?".  I just laughed and wasn't quite sure how to carry on the conversation from there. No Mr Wy, Amy is not a bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is such a special part of my life. I am privileged to be his mom and watch him grow. He has taught me more about myself, love, and life than I could have ever expected.  I hope that I can do the same for him. Love you handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAma_xrEI/AAAAAAAABA4/dt9QA5MGXig/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAma_xrEI/AAAAAAAABA4/dt9QA5MGXig/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487918281009507394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAOl5yQ6I/AAAAAAAABAo/kny95sq2v_w/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAOl5yQ6I/AAAAAAAABAo/kny95sq2v_w/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487917871620309922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAOBfCk-I/AAAAAAAABAg/oc0lt3Wo17Q/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAOBfCk-I/AAAAAAAABAg/oc0lt3Wo17Q/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487917861844456418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAOGLwMdI/AAAAAAAABAY/-itluUqnDoA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAOGLwMdI/AAAAAAAABAY/-itluUqnDoA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487917863105737170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkANiMdLtI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ozbjr1eQ77E/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkANiMdLtI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ozbjr1eQ77E/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487917853445009106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkANR2eDXI/AAAAAAAABAI/wKOdcTP8E1I/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkANR2eDXI/AAAAAAAABAI/wKOdcTP8E1I/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487917849057824114" 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/3807988994000635801-6907796648208065219?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6907796648208065219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6907796648208065219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6907796648208065219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boy.html' title='my boy'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/TCkAma_xrEI/AAAAAAAABA4/dt9QA5MGXig/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2840851527993863707</id><published>2010-06-17T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:02:19.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is your mother?</title><content type='html'>Tonight Wyatt and I went to the park for a little picnic, which I basically had a picnic by myself. Wyatt found himself a cute friend and they ran around together for about 45 minutes. The other mother and I joked around because her daughter bossed Wy around the whole time and he just let her. I assume that's from being around his 4 girl cousins all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were there these three kids show up. Two boys I would say like 13 and 10? And then a sister who was somewhere in the middle of them. All of them were riding around on their scooters, the oldest boy wearing a black ski mask type thing (creepy) and the youngest was wearing a cape. All of them looking pretty scroungy and their clothes all dirty. But this youngest boy had quite the chip on his shoulder. Wyatt was playing around and the kid rode by and goes "don't piss me off". I was so confused, part of me wanted to get up, grab him and ask what the hell his problem was and then I decided that probably wasn't a good idea. There was another kid there running around the play ground for "exercise" (yes he really said that, he looked 7ish) and the cranky young kid thought he was chasing him. Cranky stopped his scooter right in front of me and looked like he was about to start throwing punches. I started laughing and he turned around and glared at me! I mean really? So I just said really nicely that the other kid wasn't chasing him around and he's just running for fun. So what was his reply? "Oh I thought he was trying to piss me off". Really? At this point I just felt bad. I'm sure he hears this at home all the time. Not once did he even crack a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people watching... Sometimes you have to wonder where these people come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-2840851527993863707?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2840851527993863707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-is-your-mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2840851527993863707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2840851527993863707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-is-your-mother.html' title='Where is your mother?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8383482606048899962</id><published>2010-06-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:42:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy blogger of the year? i think so...</title><content type='html'>We're here and somewhat alive. Which that is something to be grateful for, right? Although in my mind it doesn't really seem like I have a lot to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is getting so big, it's just crazy to me. A few days ago I looked at him and to me he looked like he was 5ft tall. He is wacky and crazy and I adore him. We had a rough go at things for awhile together, and mainly I think it's because we were together NON STOP. Thankfully with the nicer weather, Wyatt's change in attitude toward to gym day care, and me allowing my family to help out a little more, we are making it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work is crazy busy, which I am really grateful for. I'm glad I have an awesome boss who takes care of me and is extremely good at what she does. Makes things nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can keep this thing more current... with any luck something new will come into our lives for me to blog about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8383482606048899962?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8383482606048899962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazy-blogger-of-year-i-think-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8383482606048899962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8383482606048899962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazy-blogger-of-year-i-think-so.html' title='lazy blogger of the year? i think so...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8535336967456403427</id><published>2010-03-23T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:14:53.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"mom look at my bird"</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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S6mfPgy3R_I/AAAAAAAAA_c/bb3FX07Ms2s/s1600/Wyatt%27s+bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S6mfPgy3R_I/AAAAAAAAA_c/bb3FX07Ms2s/s320/Wyatt%27s+bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452063912758822898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty good if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Wy guy!&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/3807988994000635801-8535336967456403427?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8535336967456403427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-look-at-my-bird.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8535336967456403427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8535336967456403427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-look-at-my-bird.html' title='&quot;mom look at my bird&quot;'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S6mfPgy3R_I/AAAAAAAAA_c/bb3FX07Ms2s/s72-c/Wyatt%27s+bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8621611037936083213</id><published>2010-03-17T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:43:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S6Gt7a6vm8I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Qhb0soKZzm4/s1600-h/shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S6Gt7a6vm8I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Qhb0soKZzm4/s320/shades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449828260444609474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt had the start of a great day. He tried on some awesome shades at old navy and was able to play with his cousins and ride bikes at the park. Then he gets home with mom and BAM... next thing you know I'm bleaching all the toys that were in the tub with him (maybe eventually he'll decide the toilet is a better place for such occasions) and cleaning up the carton of eggs that are broken all over my kitchen floor. Am I doing something wrong here? Will he grow out of this? He's lucky he's so dang cute and I love him or I might be passing him off to the neighbors and throwing in the dog as a consolation prize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8621611037936083213?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8621611037936083213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-grief.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8621611037936083213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8621611037936083213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-grief.html' title='good grief'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S6Gt7a6vm8I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Qhb0soKZzm4/s72-c/shades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5442819070352229234</id><published>2010-03-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:25:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamper yourself...</title><content type='html'>I want to let my best friend know that I am so proud of her. She is a master aesthetician and is starting to do her own thing. She is awesome at what she does and you all should check her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://estheticsbyjennt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pamper Me Pretty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-5442819070352229234?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5442819070352229234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/pamper-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5442819070352229234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5442819070352229234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/pamper-yourself.html' title='Pamper yourself...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8395785395452187120</id><published>2010-03-14T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:24:14.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>running just as fast as we can</title><content type='html'>Here we go again.... &lt;a href="http://www.thelakechase.com/"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;. Another run and I'm starting to think I'm a little insane. I don't know if this is quite as intense as the Ragnar relay's, but I will soon find out. And at least I don't have to be far from home! Now if my leg will get better and cooperate with me, that would be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never feel like I have a lot to blog about or just feel like no one wants to read about our lives day in and day out because honestly nothing really changes. Although, some days Wyatt isn't so crazy. I wish I had the energy that he does, he rarely stops going. In a few short months he will be 3 and I can't believe how fast this time has gone by. I'm so grateful for him in my life, he brings a lot of purpose and happiness to me. He loves our family and is constantly talking about them and can't contain his excitement in seeing them. Lately he talks about Peter a lot, we miss him a ton. Stinkin Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt and Ivy are good buddies and together become quite the handful.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53AcggsYqI/AAAAAAAAA-k/T394QaeRNxE/s1600-h/Wy+and+Ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53AcggsYqI/AAAAAAAAA-k/T394QaeRNxE/s320/Wy+and+Ivy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722720184099490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and the magnifying glass.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53AeLTugrI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Vw21VPyfil4/s1600-h/Wy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53AeLTugrI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Vw21VPyfil4/s320/Wy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722748852306610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is what happens when he plays with Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;They have a lot of fun together (98% of the time). This evening Charlotte was trying to teach Wyatt how to play hide-n-seek and kept getting upset because he didn't quite catch on to the game. A few times he came downstairs and when he went back up Charlotte would scream "I found you!" and then they would continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53AeTxTv1I/AAAAAAAAA_E/mQsNYOAB_4U/s1600-h/Wy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53AeTxTv1I/AAAAAAAAA_E/mQsNYOAB_4U/s320/Wy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722751123865426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53DYRwzVFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/TD9H6NXAKJ8/s1600-h/Wy+and+Char.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53DYRwzVFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/TD9H6NXAKJ8/s320/Wy+and+Char.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448725946040538194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a good family and I'm grateful that Wyatt has such great cousins to grow up with. And if you all can put good vibes out there for my leg... that would be much appreciated! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8395785395452187120?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8395785395452187120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/running-just-as-fast-as-we-can.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8395785395452187120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8395785395452187120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/running-just-as-fast-as-we-can.html' title='running just as fast as we can'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S53AcggsYqI/AAAAAAAAA-k/T394QaeRNxE/s72-c/Wy+and+Ivy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-9221896925542543269</id><published>2010-03-02T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:49:23.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar Del Sol 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A7O7GCQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3tMq1WXmHV0/s1600-h/night+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we did it! We had such a great time together and a great team! I am so glad that I did this and would do it again in a heart beat. Northwest Passage anyone? Our race was changed a bit due to an accident, but we were able to finish two of our runs. My heart goes out to the family who lost their son and brother. The 18 year old runner was hit by a car on the highway while getting his teammate water and passed away today. I can't imagine what that would be like, but I am grateful that our team was safe. It was a sad night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also the first time that I have left Wyatt. I just bawled the morning that we left and he kept staring at me like what is your dang problem lady. I missed him a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from our adventure in Arizona. Thanks again team for such a great time and for your support. Dang my gimpy leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A7O7GCQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3tMq1WXmHV0/s1600-h/night+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A7O7GCQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3tMq1WXmHV0/s320/night+run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444290017155746050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My awesome sisters were a huge support. Love them!&lt;br /&gt;This is on my night run, I really enjoyed it.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A66RNulI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4D_u9HEGOuc/s1600-h/me+and+andrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A66RNulI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4D_u9HEGOuc/s320/me+and+andrea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444290011611380306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big eyes... again. I think Keith started it. This is after we're all done in Vegas at Keith and Ali's. They were so great to let us stay the night. Us Gibbs girls wouldn't shut up! (Sorry)&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A6tIgwiI/AAAAAAAAA98/tfbSnbMWmC4/s1600-h/kitten+and+ja+rule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A6tIgwiI/AAAAAAAAA98/tfbSnbMWmC4/s320/kitten+and+ja+rule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444290008085217826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; Rule&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A6OQ4JxI/AAAAAAAAA90/WRHKJkJroa4/s1600-h/Kingman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A6OQ4JxI/AAAAAAAAA90/WRHKJkJroa4/s320/Kingman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444289999798806290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kingman&lt;/span&gt;, AZ the night before our big day!&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, Me, Kate&lt;br /&gt;Keith, Keri and Carol.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A546XXxI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b4oFSdb1hVI/s1600-h/keiths+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A546XXxI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b4oFSdb1hVI/s320/keiths+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444289994067238674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our van again. We had such a blast and never really stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Carol, Andrea, Kate, Me, Keith and Keri.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44AbQeXRxI/AAAAAAAAA9k/30FCozZP4ro/s1600-h/kate+and+ash+big+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44AbQeXRxI/AAAAAAAAA9k/30FCozZP4ro/s320/kate+and+ash+big+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444289467816298258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Me... we're tired.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44AbEFsR6I/AAAAAAAAA9c/w53dmOrMk9U/s1600-h/giant+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44AbEFsR6I/AAAAAAAAA9c/w53dmOrMk9U/s320/giant+chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444289464491591586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is this giant chicken?&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, Keri, Me.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44Aa14k6fI/AAAAAAAAA9U/5JxfcRWmvmY/s1600-h/First+checkpoint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44Aa14k6fI/AAAAAAAAA9U/5JxfcRWmvmY/s320/First+checkpoint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444289460678486514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all done with our first legs and still smiling!&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, Keri, Me, Keith&lt;br /&gt;Carol and Kate&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44Aajw3jaI/AAAAAAAAA9M/BbVmpwGZv4o/s1600-h/drive+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44Aajw3jaI/AAAAAAAAA9M/BbVmpwGZv4o/s320/drive+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444289455814315426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive down!&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44AaAgfU8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/PhDvMHe4c9A/s1600-h/big+eyes..+kinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44AaAgfU8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/PhDvMHe4c9A/s320/big+eyes..+kinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444289446350377922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all supposed to do big eyes... but I was struggling with it.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Andrea and Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Again, what a great experience! We missed Amy and Peter and thought it would be so great to have them around. Maybe we can bully Amy into the next one. She doesn't believe we really had fun! I'm grateful that I have a relationship with my siblings, I think it's a special thing to have and they are such a huge support in my life. And this running thing may not be such a bad thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-9221896925542543269?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9221896925542543269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/ragnar-del-sol-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/9221896925542543269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/9221896925542543269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/ragnar-del-sol-2010.html' title='Ragnar Del Sol 2010'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S44A7O7GCQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3tMq1WXmHV0/s72-c/night+run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5956202594236500035</id><published>2010-01-06T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:46:11.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"hair mom"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCOuSn42I/AAAAAAAAA7s/UZ79cdDpjNA/s1600-h/new+pics+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCOuSn42I/AAAAAAAAA7s/UZ79cdDpjNA/s320/new+pics+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423884515693552482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCOL6rDvI/AAAAAAAAA7k/NwMIG7PyeZ0/s1600-h/new+pics+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCOL6rDvI/AAAAAAAAA7k/NwMIG7PyeZ0/s320/new+pics+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423884506466291442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCN_ZqPFI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ee_R0lDUKpI/s1600-h/new+pics+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCN_ZqPFI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ee_R0lDUKpI/s320/new+pics+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423884503106600018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCNZ4sWYI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-tjl4mO_tHE/s1600-h/new+pics+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCNZ4sWYI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-tjl4mO_tHE/s320/new+pics+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423884493036214658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never a dull moment in this household! Wyatt took it upon himself to do his hair... I used to put lotion in his hair to help with the curls (I've graduated to hair gel) so Wy decided that maybe vaseline does the same thing.. and well it doesn't. This kid was a greasy mess for about a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed... my camera will download to my computer now. YAY! Hence the million posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-5956202594236500035?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5956202594236500035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair-mom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5956202594236500035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5956202594236500035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair-mom.html' title='&quot;hair mom&quot;'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0WCOuSn42I/AAAAAAAAA7s/UZ79cdDpjNA/s72-c/new+pics+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3141997359623859204</id><published>2010-01-06T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:23:35.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>self portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V9cjZeCII/AAAAAAAAA7M/Kp41ULkl6DY/s1600-h/new+pics+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V9cjZeCII/AAAAAAAAA7M/Kp41ULkl6DY/s320/new+pics+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423879255729506434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8sXu3rFI/AAAAAAAAA68/AxAfnUkBuUQ/s1600-h/new+pics+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8sXu3rFI/AAAAAAAAA68/AxAfnUkBuUQ/s320/new+pics+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423878427964320850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8sHgea7I/AAAAAAAAA60/-bgf6uRDWiM/s1600-h/new+pics+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8sHgea7I/AAAAAAAAA60/-bgf6uRDWiM/s320/new+pics+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423878423608978354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8rs4v-7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/qECVPZmYQR4/s1600-h/new+pics+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8rs4v-7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/qECVPZmYQR4/s320/new+pics+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423878416463035314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8rCJvevI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ODGo5KeNlY8/s1600-h/new+pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8rCJvevI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ODGo5KeNlY8/s320/new+pics+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423878404991580914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8qimOwGI/AAAAAAAAA6c/TB8HNimjIf0/s1600-h/new+pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V8qimOwGI/AAAAAAAAA6c/TB8HNimjIf0/s320/new+pics+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423878396521136226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wy loves to play with the camera, which he calls "pictures". He always gets some pretty interesting things, but I love the ones he takes of himself. He gets so dang close to the lense... too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3141997359623859204?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3141997359623859204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-portraits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3141997359623859204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3141997359623859204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-portraits.html' title='self portraits'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V9cjZeCII/AAAAAAAAA7M/Kp41ULkl6DY/s72-c/new+pics+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4238910395973778031</id><published>2010-01-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:11:08.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"stuck mommy"</title><content type='html'>My child can sometimes be... well slightly crazy. For awhile he would push his rocking chair into the kitchen and climb up on the counter. The only problem with this was the getting down part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V4HBTpDZI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UgvZ1OY2JHk/s1600-h/new+pics+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V4HBTpDZI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UgvZ1OY2JHk/s320/new+pics+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423873388242865554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V4GrvL_PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/TYLW7rU46p4/s1600-h/new+pics+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V4GrvL_PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/TYLW7rU46p4/s320/new+pics+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423873382452821234" 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/3807988994000635801-4238910395973778031?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4238910395973778031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuck-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4238910395973778031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4238910395973778031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuck-mommy.html' title='&quot;stuck mommy&quot;'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V4HBTpDZI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UgvZ1OY2JHk/s72-c/new+pics+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2744726083413518772</id><published>2010-01-06T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:44:08.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry anyone?</title><content type='html'>When Wy is hungry he opens up the fridge and pulls out his favorite snack... sour cream. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V0Vb2NIwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YcJ2tGWb8Rk/s1600-h/new+pics+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V0Vb2NIwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YcJ2tGWb8Rk/s320/new+pics+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423869237838816002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0VzHaSXyvI/AAAAAAAAA50/qCEkrh3BrtM/s1600-h/new+pics+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0VzHaSXyvI/AAAAAAAAA50/qCEkrh3BrtM/s320/new+pics+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423867897390287602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0VzG9GgWyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/_LfhL4n-D1c/s1600-h/new+pics+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0VzG9GgWyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/_LfhL4n-D1c/s320/new+pics+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423867889555888930" 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/3807988994000635801-2744726083413518772?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2744726083413518772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hungry-anyone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2744726083413518772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2744726083413518772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hungry-anyone.html' title='hungry anyone?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/S0V0Vb2NIwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YcJ2tGWb8Rk/s72-c/new+pics+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5247042482650591535</id><published>2009-11-08T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:19:55.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the old</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This blog is picture free due to technical dificulties or lack of technical skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start this out with a shout out to one of my sisters who has inspired me and challenged me to dig a little deeper. She wrote a really awesome blog post &lt;a href="http://www.oneshetwoshe.com/2009/11/are-you-in-there-she-kate-p.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been forced to make some grown up decisions, which I hate doing. Can't my mom still do that for me? Anyway, I guess that option has been gone for awhile now. To kick off this new found responsibility I have decided to start cleaning out my crap. I started with my closet yesterday and I must say it looks spectacular! It was quite the task seeing as how it's pretty large. I took before and after pictures, which hopefully I will be able to post soon. My next endeavor will be all the clothes that no longer fit Wyatt, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved going through all of my stuff and found some great things. Keys to the office I lost, pictures, wedding announcements, drawings from friends past, birthday cards, letters, papers from the hospital when I had Wyatt, etc. I found a letter that one of my sisters gave me after I had Wyatt, I think about it often but it was nice to actually read it again. It was just a confirmation to me that things will be okay and I'm on the right track. My family is nothing short of amazing, we all have different views and don't always agree on everything but we stick together. I've realized that what works for one of us isn't always going to work for the other and that's okay. Like my mom said, we've survived everything we have because we love each other. I'm so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-5247042482650591535?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5247042482650591535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-with-old.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5247042482650591535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5247042482650591535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-with-old.html' title='out with the old'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1437910758895275059</id><published>2009-10-17T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:46:12.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a 2 year old said it... it must be true</title><content type='html'>"cool buns mom" followed by a patting of my buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, wyatt thinks my buns are pretty cool. he probably wouldn't think that if he saw someone else's bare buns. but i'll take any compliment i can get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1437910758895275059?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1437910758895275059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-year-old-said-it-it-must-be-true.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1437910758895275059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1437910758895275059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-year-old-said-it-it-must-be-true.html' title='a 2 year old said it... it must be true'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4129334205446661074</id><published>2009-10-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:41:46.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bedtime with wyatt is my own personal hell. I dread it every night. It is 11:09 and the bedtime attempt started 2 hours ago with the help of my cousin who was here watching Glee. When we first started having this nightly struggle, my cousin suggested these....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.themommytimes.com/graphics/DoorKnobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.themommytimes.com/graphics/DoorKnobs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which worked like a charm until about two weeks ago when he figured out how to rip them off. My friend Audrey suggested getting a lock for the door, so I'm going to switch his door knob around so that I can lock it from my side. (Side note to any concerned reader: I would always open his door before I went to bed and intend on doing the same thing in this case.) Somehow magically Wyatt can get through any locked door in our house so I'm a tad bit concerned that he will do the same. But I will attempt it anyway! Heaven help me... He's up again... *tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE* 11:40 and I think we're in the clear... Understand the personal hell stuff now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4129334205446661074?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4129334205446661074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/bedtime-with-wyatt-is-my-own-personal.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4129334205446661074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4129334205446661074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/bedtime-with-wyatt-is-my-own-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1107577958860534811</id><published>2009-10-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:46:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been horrible at blogging and decided to do a quick little update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt turned 2 in July and we had a fun weekend in Glenwood with our family. Lots of four wheeling, games, a pool party, water fight, gifts and of course some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP54vPepI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VpGskQjOZ_g/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP54vPepI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VpGskQjOZ_g/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389278128748067474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP6Qn_B9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/dm25I1UZZ6w/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP6Qn_B9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/dm25I1UZZ6w/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389278135160080338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP5bVphZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1huuTE9VguE/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP5bVphZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1huuTE9VguE/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389278120856094098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP4vtxT-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/y0U71NjSZuU/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP4vtxT-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/y0U71NjSZuU/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389278109146107874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP4CSzdqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Jrhdch4SBHg/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP4CSzdqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Jrhdch4SBHg/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389278096953407138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP4CSzdqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Jrhdch4SBHg/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought that I would make it out of the so called "terrible two's" and that W would be a perfect little angel. And boy was I wrong, this kid has some attitude. After three time outs and being slapped across the face and having my hair pulled in the check out line at Walmart, I have come to accept these next few months and I will do it with a smile on my face and a scratch on my cheek. He's too adorable and I just love everything about him, temper tantrum and all.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSCW9nUZI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tSnhOxdil20/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSCW9nUZI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tSnhOxdil20/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389280473323622802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSDLezviI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/uXN8h4KKymk/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSDLezviI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/uXN8h4KKymk/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389280487421492770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wy with his head in the "bargage" can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSAjUSyzI/AAAAAAAAA44/SY2xSxzCCYU/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSAjUSyzI/AAAAAAAAA44/SY2xSxzCCYU/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389280442280233778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSBu3RBfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ljmqAYapuCA/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSBu3RBfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ljmqAYapuCA/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389280462559577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSBGaao7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/80gNsuuye0Y/s1600-h/Summer+Fall+Pics+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqSBGaao7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/80gNsuuye0Y/s320/Summer+Fall+Pics+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389280451701154738" 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/3807988994000635801-1107577958860534811?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1107577958860534811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-horrible-at-blogging-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1107577958860534811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1107577958860534811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-horrible-at-blogging-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsqP54vPepI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VpGskQjOZ_g/s72-c/Summer+Fall+Pics+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1070698740808853586</id><published>2009-09-30T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:18:20.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsRH4zL4SfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/iRA6jvodtQc/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsRH4zL4SfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/iRA6jvodtQc/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387510095380236786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a new man friend and he bought me flowers. I think that any man that brings you flowers to your first date is a keeper. He is super sweet and nice and a total cutie. Our first date was this last weekend and it was a lot of fun and probably the best date I've had in years. I could go on forever, but won't. So far I haven't found anything that I don't like about him. We got together for the second time tonight and had dinner and watched a movie with our kiddos. We are going to get together again this weekend, and I'm definitely excited about that. Oh! I also baked him cookies and they were a hit. I now have permission to bake him cookies whenever I want to. I will keep you all posted (whoever the 5 of you might be!) and promise to blog more. But for now, I'm tired and it's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shout out to Kristen for making these dates possible, I never thought I'd let anyone set me up. And to Kylie for having the idea to take dessert. Thanks ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1070698740808853586?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1070698740808853586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-new-man-friend-and-he-bought-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1070698740808853586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1070698740808853586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-new-man-friend-and-he-bought-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SsRH4zL4SfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/iRA6jvodtQc/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4254140566774207668</id><published>2009-08-29T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:05:23.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>Well not really sure I was!  &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/delsol/index.php"&gt;The Ragnar Relay Del Sol....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about it, I want to throw up. There is a part of me that is excited and the rest of me is just terrified. I know in the end (hopefully) that I'll be glad I did it.  And at least I'll get back in shape, right? So, here's to my training and the end of February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Splrgs3wgRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/thLKGSfIb_w/s1600-h/IMG02926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Splrgs3wgRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/thLKGSfIb_w/s320/IMG02926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375445839788409106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm having a hard time thinking of anything to blog about. When your life is as boring as mine is, it lacks blogging topics. We had family pictures taken on Thursday and I'm pretty excited to see how they turned out. We haven't had them done in YEARS! Work is good and we're busy, which in the Real Estate market you have to be grateful for. Wyatt is great as usual and so happy. Sometimes I want to run away screaming but isn't that every mom? I hope so! And me.. well I'm just trying to hold everything together and hope it all works out in the end. Not really sure how that will happen, but hope it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4254140566774207668?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4254140566774207668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-was-i-thinking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4254140566774207668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4254140566774207668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Splrgs3wgRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/thLKGSfIb_w/s72-c/IMG02926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8996999309547031815</id><published>2009-07-29T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:20:11.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do they know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SnEcjStQm-I/AAAAAAAAA34/X-uu0BNoIHw/s1600-h/choc_teddy_grahams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SnEcjStQm-I/AAAAAAAAA34/X-uu0BNoIHw/s320/choc_teddy_grahams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364100023817640930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that a two year old that has never experienced the goodness of teddy grahams, can run down the isle at the store and come to a screeching halt at the teddy grahams and just know how great they are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8996999309547031815?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8996999309547031815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-they-know.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8996999309547031815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8996999309547031815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-they-know.html' title='how do they know?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SnEcjStQm-I/AAAAAAAAA34/X-uu0BNoIHw/s72-c/choc_teddy_grahams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2919615168504070599</id><published>2009-07-16T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:11:32.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward</title><content type='html'>picture yourself in Petersons (or any grocery store) sitting in the deli, enjoying lunch and a small conversation when your 2 year old walks over to you with his diaper in his hand. got a good picture? now you know how my lunch went :) and i will NEVER buy luvs again. they are the worst diapers ever. EVER! oh and no poop was involved in this story, thank heavens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-2919615168504070599?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2919615168504070599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/awkward.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2919615168504070599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2919615168504070599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/awkward.html' title='awkward'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8377291149301715415</id><published>2009-07-15T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:52:19.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle</title><content type='html'>wyatt went to bed at 8. some might think this is no big deal, but it is. a huge one at that. and i am grateful. bless you wyatt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8377291149301715415?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8377291149301715415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8377291149301715415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8377291149301715415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracle.html' title='miracle'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6975586323170542394</id><published>2009-07-08T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:36:00.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's no longer a baby</title><content type='html'>Well, I figured that it may be time to get a post out there. It has been a little over a month and it has seemed to fly right by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt will be 2 on Sunday, and it doesn't quite seem real. He is getting so big and is quite the handsome little boy. I love just watching him, he amazes me and I am so grateful for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on in Wyatt's little life:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He no longer listens to mom. I'm not sure I can blame him either, sometimes I get sick of my own voice. This picture is a great example of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SlVihBDWiEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IQNCl9gdQ6k/s1600-h/mommy+and+wy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SlVihBDWiEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IQNCl9gdQ6k/s320/mommy+and+wy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295651184773186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;*3 words... Trains, Trains, Trains. K I know that's only 1 word, but he is THAT obsessed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He knows his alphabet and some of the sounds the letters make. I am the only one to witness it so far, but it's no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedtime no longer seems to be an option with him and it about pushes me over the edge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This boy has rhythm. I love watching him dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves his cousins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He licks me because he thinks it's funny, and I have NO idea where he learned this. Probably from Kristen.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SlVkEXcFOPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/jVTO96gXv5w/s1600-h/Flower+for+Momma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SlVkEXcFOPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/jVTO96gXv5w/s320/Flower+for+Momma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356297358001125618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has major attitude, don't ask me where that came from :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can sign quite a few signs but now that he talks more they have taken a back seat. Except please and thank you, he still uses those over saying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves when we get company, which doesn't happen often, but he gets really excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He apparently knows how to say sucker. I just found that out this second when he brought me one for him to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There is so much that I love about wy, but it would take forever to list everything. He is a great kid! I'm really blessed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SlVkEkBMyKI/AAAAAAAAA3s/WFeZakk7dyM/s1600-h/Home+Boy+Wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SlVkEkBMyKI/AAAAAAAAA3s/WFeZakk7dyM/s320/Home+Boy+Wyatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356297361378035874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to go on a little vacay this weekend. The Warners are kind enough to let us go down to their house in Glenwood and just relax and play. I'm really excited and we are going to have a little birthday party for Wyatt while we are down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going really well. I have the best job and boss ever. She takes good care of me and especially Wyatt. And we're busy, so that is also nice! We started taking pilates together and it is my most favorite thing ever. I think that EVERYONE should take pilates and I will probably bug you about it until you do. It's that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our life, not much but somehow we stay busy. Gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-6975586323170542394?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6975586323170542394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-no-longer-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6975586323170542394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6975586323170542394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-no-longer-baby.html' title='he&apos;s no longer a baby'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SlVihBDWiEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IQNCl9gdQ6k/s72-c/mommy+and+wy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2618731640490753103</id><published>2009-06-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:11:24.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our life</title><content type='html'>lately i feel like there are not enough hours in the day to get everything done! wyatt got his staples out on saturday and it was rather quick and he only said "ow" really quietly. easy enough! and he loved the fish tank in the waiting area and that's all he could really focus on, that and the suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family has been cleaning out my grandma's house and that took up most of the weekend, which is fine. she moved into a senior center and now her house just sits empty. it's been harder than i thought and it has really hit me that my grandma won't be around forever. i haven't experienced a lot of death in my life, so it's hard for me to think about. especially for my close friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wyatt all last week was such a stinker, nap time and bedtime were pretty much just hell. that is the best way for me to describe it. after discussions with my family, i decided to stick with a strict bedtime routine and just like magic our problem is fixed. instead of 4 hours of screaming a night (from wyatt not me) he gets right in bed and doesn't even attempt to climb out. he just goes to sleep like he always has before if not better. we start out with a bath, jammies on, tv and most lights off, books on mommy's bed, i tell him what we'll be doing the next day, prayers, and then into bed. it's wonderful! thanks for everyone's input and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else has been going pretty well and there is nothing really to complain about. i just need to say thanks to andrea who has been my life saver lately. she has been more than willing to help me out with wyatt twice a week and it makes a world of difference. so thank you! i can't say it enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-2618731640490753103?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2618731640490753103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2618731640490753103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2618731640490753103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-life.html' title='our life'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4916913021309521079</id><published>2009-05-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:01:46.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>metal head</title><content type='html'>so, wyatt almost made it to his second birthday before having some major trauma. it all started wednesday evening around 6:30 when my crazy kid was running and playing around being the boy that he is when he fell off the couch backwards and hit his head on the corner of the coffee table. i immediately picked him up and he was doing that one cry where they stop breathing (i hate that). i had my hand on his head and when i moved it i had a handful of blood and i think i stopped breathing. thankfully i suck at folding my laundry and had a basket of clean laundry right there, i grabbed a towel and found my phone to call my mom. i stayed rather calm even though i wanted to burst into tears. i called my mom and as calm as possible to not freak her out said "wyatt hit his head, he's bleeding, please come over" which she couldn't hear over his screaming. after being able to communicate to her what was going on, she and amy came over. i got wyatt out of his bloody shirt and into some pajamas and we headed off to the instacare. i won't go into details of the visit because it was horrid. he cried, i cried, it was just not fun. and now he has 4 staples in his head! i'm not sure why they used staples opposed to stitches, i'm assuming because of where it is? anyway.. here are his knarly staples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SheCgnJhpwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/l-nTGR77GLU/s1600-h/wy%27s+owwie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SheCgnJhpwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/l-nTGR77GLU/s320/wy%27s+owwie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338879380047374082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back into the instacare this evening to have them looked out, the doctor said that it is healing great and has already come together. just no swimming for us.. guess i'll have to cancel all our huge pool plans! damn. he gets to have them taken out next friday or saturday, the doctor said it didn't really matter. hopefully we don't have to do this again, it was no fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4916913021309521079?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4916913021309521079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/metal-head.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4916913021309521079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4916913021309521079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/metal-head.html' title='metal head'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SheCgnJhpwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/l-nTGR77GLU/s72-c/wy%27s+owwie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3255054166832125931</id><published>2009-05-11T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:45:32.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two posts in a day.. ya'll are so lucky!</title><content type='html'>i love little boys and i love this warmer weather. wyatt loves playing "side" on the patio with his bike and cars. he says hi to everyone that walks by and he gets SO dirty! after he had been playing outside we ran to the store to pick up a few things and the lady in the check out line looked at wyatt and said "boy you must have had a fun day!". his face is covered in dirt and so are his clothes. he loves being outside and i love me a little giggly boy covered in dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjTifWVmPI/AAAAAAAAA2A/arKsvVx0EYA/s1600-h/Wyatt+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjTifWVmPI/AAAAAAAAA2A/arKsvVx0EYA/s320/Wyatt+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746348104554738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjT0q8zt_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/xFB_M_diBho/s1600-h/Wyatt+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjT0q8zt_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/xFB_M_diBho/s320/Wyatt+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746660456347634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjT0o8SKkI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IRGqfg3Xd9o/s1600-h/Wyatt+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjT0o8SKkI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IRGqfg3Xd9o/s320/Wyatt+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746659917277762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjTi5zZjuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/CkiFRkkntyQ/s1600-h/Wyatt+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjTi5zZjuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/CkiFRkkntyQ/s320/Wyatt+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746355205770978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjTiokrt8I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zAbRLFEK3_4/s1600-h/Wyatt+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjTiokrt8I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zAbRLFEK3_4/s320/Wyatt+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746350580643778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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lucky!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgjTifWVmPI/AAAAAAAAA2A/arKsvVx0EYA/s72-c/Wyatt+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2087748959777291758</id><published>2009-05-11T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:23:30.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I interest anyone in a little reading? Perhaps in the laundry basket? Usually when Wyatt is in his room he is either looking at books or playing with his cars. This happens to be his new spot for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiWki4aNtI/AAAAAAAAA14/AnYoeCJToVw/s1600-h/Wyatt+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiWki4aNtI/AAAAAAAAA14/AnYoeCJToVw/s320/Wyatt+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334679313203214034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVjkCE3FI/AAAAAAAAA1o/FDeZtCpc7kI/s1600-h/Wyatt+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVjkCE3FI/AAAAAAAAA1o/FDeZtCpc7kI/s320/Wyatt+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334678196820696146" 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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVU7PJkDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GpURX8bglII/s1600-h/Wyatt+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVU7PJkDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GpURX8bglII/s320/Wyatt+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334677945351508018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt and his best friend... the fridge. Most days when I am working and it gets really quiet I know where I can find Wyatt. These pictures were taken on two different days. He cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVU31jKiI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/QYrZmjAChpg/s1600-h/Wyatt+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVU31jKiI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/QYrZmjAChpg/s320/Wyatt+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334677944438827554" 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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVUl5PAOI/AAAAAAAAA1I/dn0AzTfEYtY/s1600-h/Wyatt+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVUl5PAOI/AAAAAAAAA1I/dn0AzTfEYtY/s320/Wyatt+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334677939622445282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who has a beautiful child? Oh that's right.. I do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVUoa8ZfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GNyNJWyAE7g/s1600-h/Wyatt+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVUoa8ZfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GNyNJWyAE7g/s320/Wyatt+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334677940300703218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVURd6ClI/AAAAAAAAA04/LscE_WRWdIY/s1600-h/Wyatt+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiVURd6ClI/AAAAAAAAA04/LscE_WRWdIY/s320/Wyatt+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334677934139116114" 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/3807988994000635801-2087748959777291758?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2087748959777291758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-i-interest-anyone-in-little-reading.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2087748959777291758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2087748959777291758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-i-interest-anyone-in-little-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SgiWki4aNtI/AAAAAAAAA14/AnYoeCJToVw/s72-c/Wyatt+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2181497556260734201</id><published>2009-05-03T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:06:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wyatt and jack</title><content type='html'>This weekend Wyatt and I hung out with Jackson and had a blast. Boys are so much fun and really easy to entertain. Friday night Jack was not in the least bit happy about his parents leaving him. He stood by the window for awhile, but Wyatt was there right by his side.. mainly wondering why he was crying.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a happy boy.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1LuZWHkYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/naqmuQI2ieE/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1LuZWHkYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/naqmuQI2ieE/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500794326258050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the look on his face, I think he just wanted me to go away.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1Lt6963yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yj35KIiPrmk/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1Lt6963yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yj35KIiPrmk/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500786171698978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when things started to lighten up. Here Wyatt is inspecting the tires for him.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1LuOc6t8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/FHzOFFM99gQ/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1LuOc6t8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/FHzOFFM99gQ/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500791401985986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Wyatt getting attacked by Diesel, you should have heard the giggles coming out of him. It was SO funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1LuMrcklI/AAAAAAAAAzo/AqYS7GQ-jho/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1LuMrcklI/AAAAAAAAAzo/AqYS7GQ-jho/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500790926053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much better and Jack greeted me with all smiles. He is such a little flirt! I wish the weather was a little better, but for a brief while we were able to kick the ball around outside and chase bubbles around. And somehow I was able to get both of them to take naps at the same time.. not only did they take them at the same time but they both slept for 3 hours. AMAZING! The rest of the time was spent playing with the dog (mainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wy&lt;/span&gt;), in the tub, and jumping on an air mattress. It was a lot of fun and I think the boys had fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt kinda gets out of control and just wants to wrestle.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGGED3qI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_0__8NhzONI/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGGED3qI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_0__8NhzONI/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331504500001988258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGdjfWNI/AAAAAAAAA0g/7phRA3pWNW0/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGdjfWNI/AAAAAAAAA0g/7phRA3pWNW0/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331504506307827922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PFw6RPPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UXntI5ZNQ1U/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PFw6RPPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UXntI5ZNQ1U/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331504494323776754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGPL3TNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aBvrH0C98c8/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGPL3TNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aBvrH0C98c8/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331504502450638034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGZ3-3aI/AAAAAAAAA0o/tguyzowBUgI/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1PGZ3-3aI/AAAAAAAAA0o/tguyzowBUgI/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331504505320037794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1P3haxmvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/WW_nU7jfycc/s1600-h/Jack+and+Wyatt+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1P3haxmvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/WW_nU7jfycc/s200/Jack+and+Wyatt+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331505349158607602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear Wyatt either ran or jumped out of most of the pictures, and then my camera died! But we had fun and hope we can do it again!&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/3807988994000635801-2181497556260734201?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2181497556260734201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/wyatt-and-jack.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2181497556260734201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2181497556260734201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/wyatt-and-jack.html' title='wyatt and jack'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sf1LuZWHkYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/naqmuQI2ieE/s72-c/Jack+and+Wyatt+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-7226819416244040844</id><published>2009-04-29T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:18:29.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little therapy.</title><content type='html'>since wyatt has been refusing to go to bed and screaming for about two hours, i decided to blog about why i love him.. you know to help with my sanity. not that i have any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ at random times during the day wyatt will full on attack me. he climbs on top of my lap, grabs my face and will try to bite my cheeks ( i love his cheeks so this is obviously where he gets it). and all while giggling uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ he calls me momma. not mom or mommy, momma and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ he has successfully locked my out of our home and continued to watch his "shows" every once in awhile to glance back at me through the sliding glass door pleading with him to let me back in. sneaky little fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ he helps with laundry, he loves to get on his tip toes and push the clothes into the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i have a complete momma's boy. i can't count the number of hugs i get in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ we have screaming matches, and i usually let him win. today he had a screaming match with himself in the mirror and got a kick out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ if i'm on the couch laying down, he stands next to me and plays with my hair for a bit. it's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ he absolutely loves not only his family, but especially his grandma susie! and he gets excited when we get ready to go visit anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i love how much he's starting to talk.. here is my favorite one "go away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ he is starting to really use his signs again. today the sign of the day was bicycle and it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ he always plays peek a boo in the car. there is no car ride that goes without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ he climbed out of the crib once and hurt himself. he has yet to attempt again, thank heavens. although i will not lie when i say in the mornings i wish he could just get out himself and i often yell at him to go for it. but he waits as patiently as he possibly can until i can drag my sleep deprived a out of bed. bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ his favorite part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the incredibles&lt;/span&gt; is when dash spits water in the air for frozone to freeze and catch. he giggles everytime and sometimes i even rewind it just to listen to him giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i love the way his lips look when he says "choo choo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i love that he's mine. what an amazing blessing and way for the Lord to tell me to grow up and stop being such a retard. even when i'm at my wits end he can still do something to make me smile. i'm still not perfect but he's a big reminder of why i should try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you punkin nugget, even if it's midnight and you won't just go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SfkzvKYDDiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zOo4Qadi-tI/s1600-h/Easter+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SfkzvKYDDiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zOo4Qadi-tI/s200/Easter+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348519301778978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sfkzu83XVHI/AAAAAAAAAys/yMhY7uET6wU/s1600-h/Easter+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sfkzu83XVHI/AAAAAAAAAys/yMhY7uET6wU/s200/Easter+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348515675034738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sfkzut_5gWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ivpY1e4SPF0/s1600-h/April+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sfkzut_5gWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ivpY1e4SPF0/s200/April+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348511684297058" 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/3807988994000635801-7226819416244040844?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7226819416244040844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-therapy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7226819416244040844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7226819416244040844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-therapy.html' title='a little therapy.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SfkzvKYDDiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zOo4Qadi-tI/s72-c/Easter+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8223297482141843331</id><published>2009-04-25T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:27:54.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet fro man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SfNiv4CQTgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/iveklVU2jlo/s1600-h/April+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SfNiv4CQTgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/iveklVU2jlo/s400/April+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328711358744645122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with curly hair comes a sweet morning fro! i love how he looks so amused, i swear he was smiling right before and after the picture was taken. and oh the binkie. he is becoming ever so dependent on it. yesterday i finally took it from him and tossed it in his crib and explained it's just for bedtime and naps. although i couldn't understand his reply to that, i'm pretty sure he cussed me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8223297482141843331?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8223297482141843331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-fro-man.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8223297482141843331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8223297482141843331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-fro-man.html' title='sweet fro man'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SfNiv4CQTgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/iveklVU2jlo/s72-c/April+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8052191877268930916</id><published>2009-04-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:19:28.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite place to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sd4r0i8ne2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/mDQ9w0PFoLY/s1600-h/fridge_01_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sd4r0i8ne2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/mDQ9w0PFoLY/s400/fridge_01_400x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739991332748130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever wonder where Wyatt spends most of his time.. this would be the place. I can never seem to get him out of the fridge. For awhile I wondered if I just wasn't feeding him enough. It cracks me up... and worries me a little when it comes to the grocery bill in years to come. He's a growing boy and likes to eat! Among his favorites are string cheese, apple sause, clementines and any left over he can get his hands on. He's actually back in there right now and said "oh no cold".. He's so fun and growing entirely too fast. His 2nd birthday is approaching faster than I thought it would, just 3 short months away. Where has the time gone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sd4rojHRKtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/4-WyTLcnrTY/s1600-h/fridge_01_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8052191877268930916?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8052191877268930916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-place-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8052191877268930916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8052191877268930916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-place-to-be.html' title='favorite place to be'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/Sd4r0i8ne2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/mDQ9w0PFoLY/s72-c/fridge_01_400x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1674968405210090781</id><published>2009-03-31T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:29:33.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little somethin somethin</title><content type='html'>I have had major blogger block and haven't really cared to post anything. I started one the other night, but of course it didn't save! Yuck! So here's a little something for those of you who are interested in my so called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a second job.. y i p p i e. Although the financial burden has added a few gray hairs to my head and I'm not even joking. Like visible, upfront and center gray hairs. So I need to put an end to the madness. Wish me luck, however I'm pretty sure I'll find something pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute little man has had and still has pneumonia, which wasn't fun and a little scary for me. Wyatt has always been very healthy so it was kinda a big deal. When I told my brother he started to cry which then in turn made me cry. But all is well, I'm just a big boob. Ask around, it's true. But back to my child, he's doing much better. He still has a cough and probably will for about 3 weeks. I first took him to the instacare, so once his pediatrician received his chest x rays he called me to make sure everything was okay. He wasn't planning on the x ray being as bad as it was.. yikes.. so I'm happy that he's getting better and we can move on! Going back to work after working from home for a full week was a bit of an adjustment. Wyatt wouldn't talk or look at Jenn for like three days, it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera is still lost, and I'm baffled I have NO clue as to where it would go, unless someone stole it. Hopefully one day I'll find it, because it would make this next little part of my blog a little easier to understand (unless you've been in my home). Yesterday I went to preview one of our new listings with my boss. It's a newer home with all the upgrades and all the fancy stuff that is pretty much in EVERY home that was built in the last 2 - 3 years. It was way nice but had the coolest accent walls. I thought that someone had taken the time to actually paint them, but they were WALLPAPER! This cool modern wallpaper and I'm totally doing it in my house. Right now I have 3 brown walls and the rest are that silvery blue that's pretty popular now (if you've been in Restoration Hardware it was the color of their walls awhile back, not sure anymore). So I am going to paint two of the walls back to the blue, which I think my mom will be happy with and on the brown wall that the sliding glass door is on I am going to find a really pretty brown wallpaper. I'm really excited! Call me crazy but you'd have to see how cool to believe it. Below are a few I thought were kinda cute, but I'm not really sure what direction I want to go in. Hmm.. decisions decisions, but I think my favorite one is the last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjewnt_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ErRq4Rr5Elw/s1600-h/brown+white+swirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjewnt_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ErRq4Rr5Elw/s400/brown+white+swirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319574204174546930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjcbbN5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ADuGcsNaQ2c/s1600-h/Brown+Floral+Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjcbbN5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ADuGcsNaQ2c/s400/Brown+Floral+Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319574203548776338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjLR413I/AAAAAAAAAxk/5sR8Nwa4sGM/s1600-h/brown+blue+swirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjLR413I/AAAAAAAAAxk/5sR8Nwa4sGM/s400/brown+blue+swirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319574198945372018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjLN2XWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nEd_3xdLoI8/s1600-h/chocolate+strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjLN2XWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nEd_3xdLoI8/s400/chocolate+strip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319574198928432482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsihxxofI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ZY8W9Xejy4Q/s1600-h/13158__dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsihxxofI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ZY8W9Xejy4Q/s400/13158__dp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319574187804828146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda fun.. and that's pretty much all I've got. Hope all is well with everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1674968405210090781?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1674968405210090781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-somethin-somethin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1674968405210090781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1674968405210090781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-somethin-somethin.html' title='a little somethin somethin'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SdLsjewnt_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ErRq4Rr5Elw/s72-c/brown+white+swirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-7668812202953733825</id><published>2009-03-11T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:55:02.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so long.. farewell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SbiEqiW4OGI/AAAAAAAAAxE/JIj2eDQwJbw/s1600-h/nuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SbiEqiW4OGI/AAAAAAAAAxE/JIj2eDQwJbw/s320/nuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312141626795636834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did it! it's gone! and i'm starting to see that i'm the one that makes a big deal out of things. i was so terrified to make bedtime hard because it's been so easy. but once again i was proved wrong and it seems to be easier than ever. his binkie is the next to go, it's not even that important to him.. mainly just me. there is a slot on the side of my desk that you can run all the chords through and hook up the power strip and whatnot. well wyatt has decided that this is where his binkies should go and another one has been layed to rest today. i could never figure out where he was putting his binkies when we were at work until i caught him in the act. he knows that he's not getting them back either. my desk weighs about 500 lbs and i'm not lifting it up to get them. at this point i'm sure there are about a dozen in there. i'm just hoping that my keys don't fall victim next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-7668812202953733825?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7668812202953733825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-long-farewell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7668812202953733825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7668812202953733825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-long-farewell.html' title='so long.. farewell...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SbiEqiW4OGI/AAAAAAAAAxE/JIj2eDQwJbw/s72-c/nuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6479115049236613769</id><published>2009-03-07T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:33:10.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottomless pit</title><content type='html'>wyatt can not get enough food in him today and i can not get it to him fast enough!  i guess that's an okay thing since he is a growing boy! he is now in a size 6 diaper and size 7 shoe. what 20 month old is in a size 6? i know people that have or have tried to potty train this young and i don't know how they do it. wyatt pee's so much at night, i would constantly be cleaning sheets and changing his bed! the thought is nice, i'd just like to know how it can actually be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wyatt is making some big changes in his little life. he no longer has a bottle at naptime or at bedtime. he gets a small one before bed but he has to drink it on the couch. and he's doing really well. i was so affraid we would have meltdowns and tantrums, but so far so good. kristen was even able to get him to take a nap in a big boy bed when she watched him. crazy! i've been thinking about converting his crib but think i will wait until he's actually 2. it's fun in the morning listening to him yell at me to get him out. in the morning it sounds like he's saying mum instead of just mom, it's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also has added a few things to his vocabulary and sign language. He says no more, la la (ella), ball, car, uck (which is either truck or look, he's usually pointing when he says it, sometimes at trucks and sometimes at random things), who is that (which he's said before) and mmmmnono(banana). and of course words that I can not yet translate. It's fun listening to him though! he also has a few new signs. giraffe, banana, cheese, cookie, grandma and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he really is such a good kid i'm lucky. we are still working on the hitting but i am happy to say that his head butting is pretty much done with. he has a hard head and i was always the victim! just last night i checked on him before i headed to bed and just thought how crazy it is that i'm a mom. you would think after almost 2 years it would settle in, but sometimes it just blows my mind. i'm so grateful that i have wyatt and i wouldn't change anything! well maybe the lack of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-6479115049236613769?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6479115049236613769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/bottomless-pit.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6479115049236613769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6479115049236613769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/bottomless-pit.html' title='bottomless pit'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3602002998886123596</id><published>2009-03-04T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:38:01.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my idol</title><content type='html'>Wyatt is so stinkin cute. I've lost my camera and haven't been able to catch the funny things he has been doing lately. My favorite one has to be while watching American Idol. He loves to watch it, he dances, sings and claps for everyone. It's so funny to watch and is almost more entertaining than the show itself. Hopefully I find my camera soon and can catch his moves on tape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3602002998886123596?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3602002998886123596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-idol.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3602002998886123596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3602002998886123596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-idol.html' title='my idol'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3853126667583467459</id><published>2009-03-01T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:47:47.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>killer</title><content type='html'>satan strikes again.. aka that stupid dog, aka jack.  and this time i wasn't so lucky. my bosses dog hates me, i'm not really sure why. it may be a territorial thing or just because he's satan. i haven't figured it out. and lucky won't have to again. last wednesday my boss, her kids, wyatt and i decided to go to dinner. everyone was running around getting things cleaned up and getting ready to go. jenn's son went outside in the garage to feed the dog and a few minutes later i grabbed wyatt and started to head to our car. at that same moment jenn decided to check on her son and the dog as she opened the door she noticed the garage door open and satans tail disappearing around the corner.. in my direction. also in that same moment his head popped around the corner and our eyes locked and i knew i was in trouble. i semi turned, opened the door and literally threw wyatt inside and shut the door. according to jenn before i shut the door i told wyatt everything was okay(she was coming back through the house to the front door hoping to stop jack before he got to me). i don't remember much besides opening the door and then screaming. it literally happened so fast! jenn's son was trying to get satan off me and by the time jenn got to the front door and satan saw her it obviously was too late. terrifying? yes. i sat on her porch for a few more seconds and then realized that i better get back in the house before killer decided to strike again. i had no idea where he had gone or who had him at this point. i was in so much shock and tried to calm down enough to calm wyatt down. i'm positive that he was just more upset that i made him go back inside and he was fine after i calmed down myself. however my leg was killing me, i checked my pants and they weren't torn or ripped anywhere so i sat there for a little bit longer kind of in a fog. finally i went to the bathroom to clean my hand off that was bleeding and to asses the damage to me leg. when i finally saw my leg i wanted to cry but was still in so much shock that no tears surfaced. jenn's husband left his work dinner to come home and after a look at my leg we were off to the insta care where i had a super cute doctor and received about a dozen stitches. so needless to say i will most likely be terrified of german shepherds for the rest of my life! the funny thing is that i am probably more of a dog person than anyone in that family. i feel bad for her middle daughter because she was really attached to her dog. but if the dog didn't go, you can bet i would have. so my leg hurts and is really bruised. i will have to get the pictures that my mom took of it yesterday. it's quite different from the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think this is where he first got me, it was by far the deepest and has a majority of stitches&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SatjZ79ZyZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/t9VBR1JnDGA/s1600-h/Lower+Leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SatjZ79ZyZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/t9VBR1JnDGA/s320/Lower+Leg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308445883029375378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one is up just above the first one and still pretty knarly.&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SatjZ5S1IPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oylE5nN9zVo/s1600-h/Upper+Leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SatjZ5S1IPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oylE5nN9zVo/s320/Upper+Leg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308445882313941234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am so grateful that i was able to get wyatt back in the house. he would have been majorly traumatized and terrified of dogs for the rest of his life i'm sure. jenn's neighborhood is always really quiet, but at that moment there were a bunch of girls across the street hanging out and a lady walking her two dogs who screamed, picked up her dogs and ran. it was scary to say the least. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3853126667583467459?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3853126667583467459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/killer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3853126667583467459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3853126667583467459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/killer.html' title='killer'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SatjZ79ZyZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/t9VBR1JnDGA/s72-c/Lower+Leg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3397073584111930152</id><published>2009-02-23T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:57:15.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am bugged.&lt;br /&gt;by pretty much everyone.&lt;br /&gt;minus a select few.&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/3807988994000635801-3397073584111930152?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3397073584111930152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3397073584111930152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3397073584111930152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-459254166212475950</id><published>2009-02-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:42:18.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just leave well enough alone</title><content type='html'>so.. i'm slightly retarded. thanks to good ol facebook i decided to check and see if someone was a member&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; still&lt;/span&gt;; this is the first mistake. after typing in this persons name, nothing showed up. so of course i proceed to see if the email address pulled anything up. i couldn't remember whether or not it was a hotmail or a yahoo account, so i tried hotmail first with no luck. one might think at this point to just give up and that it's not meant to be(which this is never meant to be, but i was curious). instead i carry on like an idiot and switch the hotmail to yahoo and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not only is this person there, but facebook was nice enough to send over a friend request for me. sheer panic fell over my body and i think my jaw hit the floor! it was real ugly for a few minutes and i wanted to vomit. doesn't facebook know that you may just be searching someone out of curiousity and that you might not want to become instant friends?! somehow i composed myself enough to remember that i can block people, so that i did, i blocked said person and i blocked fast! next i googled what to do (cuz google is always right?) and i think i'm in the clear. at least i am hoping and praying. "a little mercy right now would be really sweet, like it would be nice if no one hit me" movie anyone? anyway, send out good thoughts for me. stupid evil curiousity and the world wide web!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZz_IfdXKUI/AAAAAAAAAws/V9UsK7cEPog/s1600-h/panic-button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZz_IfdXKUI/AAAAAAAAAws/V9UsK7cEPog/s200/panic-button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304394982484289858" 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/3807988994000635801-459254166212475950?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/459254166212475950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-leave-well-enough-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/459254166212475950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/459254166212475950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-leave-well-enough-alone.html' title='just leave well enough alone'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZz_IfdXKUI/AAAAAAAAAws/V9UsK7cEPog/s72-c/panic-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6092148307151909352</id><published>2009-02-16T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:11:52.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZpUQX9phSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/juIXc8fCL0c/s1600-h/cute-pink-hearts-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZpUQX9phSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/juIXc8fCL0c/s200/cute-pink-hearts-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303644151469409570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my mom in many ways. This last month has been a little more difficult for me and I don't know how I would have survived without her! Aside everything else last night I started feeling nauseated around 10, and around 12 took a trip to the porcelain god... and then every two hours after that as well. My mom was so sweet to come over during her lunch to bring me some soup and the essentials that come along with the stomach flu. She also fed Wyatt a snack and then helped me get him in bed for his nap. I was so grateful for her help and so relieved to be able to get a little help in between his naps. So thank you for your help mom. It means the world to me. I'm holding out faith that the worst is over and that I won't have to get up in the middle of the night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also grateful that I was able to be with some of my family on Valentines. A few of us went to the Draper Temple open house and then had dinner at Andrea's after. The Temple was so pretty and I am amazed at all the beautiful detail in everything. I can't imagine how much hard work is put into each temple. It was a good experience for me and I'm glad I was able to go. Thanks for the invite Andee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-6092148307151909352?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6092148307151909352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6092148307151909352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6092148307151909352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-best.html' title='she&apos;s the best'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZpUQX9phSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/juIXc8fCL0c/s72-c/cute-pink-hearts-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1147732865416272328</id><published>2009-02-09T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:00:55.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Buns</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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZEPluah9rI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sr-Jg_nstjE/s1600-h/IMG01280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZEPluah9rI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sr-Jg_nstjE/s320/IMG01280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301035377180669618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these little buns.. and this was one saggy diaper! He ran around the house like this for about 5 minutes before bath time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt will be 19 months in a few short days. I can't believe how big he is getting, I think in about a month he will have his cousin Charlotte passed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words/Phrases he says that I can understand:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;truck&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;br /&gt;grandma&lt;br /&gt;jenn&lt;br /&gt;binkie&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;where'd it go (this is the newest and most popularly used phrase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks a lot, just most of it I'm pretty clueless too. But it's still so cute the way he carries on a conversation with me. It always starts out with him saying mom, me answering back what baby and then him jabbering on and on. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words he can sign:&lt;br /&gt;milk&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;cracker&lt;br /&gt;doggy&lt;br /&gt;kitty&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;choo choo train&lt;br /&gt;thirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am missing a few, but I'm really tired and my bed is calling me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like I have much to say, well I do but not really sure anyone wants to read all my ramblings. I will say that I just got an approval on a short sale that I've been working really hard on. I'm so excited that my hard work has paid off. Please bless that the buyers follow through and close. This momma needs some moolah!&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/3807988994000635801-1147732865416272328?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1147732865416272328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-buns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1147732865416272328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1147732865416272328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-buns.html' title='Little Buns'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SZEPluah9rI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sr-Jg_nstjE/s72-c/IMG01280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8257359648842396603</id><published>2009-01-29T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:14:12.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SYKVs6ALrAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uNVCL3CbVA4/s1600-h/skinnybitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SYKVs6ALrAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uNVCL3CbVA4/s320/skinnybitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296960710457928706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished reading this book the other day and really liked it. It was a great insight into the foods that we put into our body, and was a little frightening to read. I will admit there was some of the book that I skipped over. The girls that wrote it are both vegan's, which I have no problem with at all. But as you can imagine they talk a lot about meat, how it's processed and all that jazz. It definitely grosses you out. So if you do decide to read it, be advised. Also be advised of some of the language, for those of you who are a little more sensitive. I'm excited to implement a lot of what is in the book and can't wait to start treating my body better, because as they say it is your temple. How true! Thanks for letting me borrow it Jenn, and I promise I'll give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to this, my boss and I have been hitting the gym together. And I am dang proud of us! Today was the only day this week that we didn't go, our schedules were way too busy. But I'm making us go tomorrow. I didn't know how working out with Jenn would be, but it hasn't been bad and I think we will keep each other motivated. She's also been really good about ignoring everyone that calls while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is getting so big and he is such a smarty too! He is starting to say a few more things too. Whenever I ask him where his binkie is he puts his hands up and says go and starts looking for it. It often turns into a game, he'll throw his binkie down and look and me and say go. He makes me laugh. He is also so sweet, he loves kissies! And once he starts he can't stop, the other night he gave grandma susie, charlotte and kate a million kissies and I thought we'd never get to leave. I will have to get a picture of his kissie lips because they are to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning I was in SUCH a rush, which is nothing new really. I was running around getting my gym clothes gathered and all of wyatt's needs for the day when I stopped for a second and looked down at wyatt to see him sucking on my mascara... lid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SYKY20JzzyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/G_hiD35Z3eA/s1600-h/mascara+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SYKY20JzzyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/G_hiD35Z3eA/s320/mascara+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296964179221270306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the time I didn't think it was very funny, I had to strip him down and throw him in the tub again. But look at this picture! I sent a picture to my mom and almost gave her a heart attack. She called me in a panic wondering what on earth happened. Mom, I promise if he is ever hurt I will not just send you a text message of the picture. I will call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is pretty much life for us. I have applied to SLCC and just am waiting for my admission letter. Once I get that I can get registered for classes online! It's weird to me that this is actually going to go down. I haven't been to school since 2002! Better late than never right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8257359648842396603?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8257359648842396603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-finished-reading-this-book-other.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8257359648842396603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8257359648842396603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-finished-reading-this-book-other.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SYKVs6ALrAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uNVCL3CbVA4/s72-c/skinnybitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4720044489702022966</id><published>2009-01-11T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:48:33.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Up Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As 2009 was approaching I really felt like I needed to make some major changes in my life. Not only to better myself, but also to make Wyatt's life the best that I possibly can. Two little words have been repeated over and over again and really seem to hit home with me. I need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;GROW UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. J Gray and I sat in a sales meeting with our new brokerage last week, and an agent got up to give everyone a little pep talk. Although he was talking about Real Estate it completely related to my life. So here is my plan to Grow Up! And J Gray if you are reading this, take a deep breath because it will all be okay. I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Life Change #1 *Drum Roll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This makes me extremely nervous and let me tell you why. Junior High was horrid, but it is for everyone so that's really no excuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;Sophomore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; year was okay in the beginning but that is where it all started. Junior year was.. well pretty much non &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  &gt;existent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. I couldn't tell you how many days of school I attended but it was slim and ended with me dropping out and getting a job. I was given the ultimatum and took the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDE NOTE: WHEN YOU DROP OUT YOU HAVE TO HAVE EVERY TEACHER SIGN A SLIP BASICALLY GIVING THEIR OKAY. MY FIRST PERIOD TEACHER HAD NO CLUE WHO I EVEN WAS AND THOUGHT I WAS A RUNNER FOR THE OFFICE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I went back, attended pretty much most of my classes, did a bunch of make up packets (Which by the way are so much easier than actually going to class), and graduated BARELY! It was rough, not going to lie. My relationship with school has been a shaky one, as you can see. But I am getting up, dusting myself off and growing up. It's the least I can do. I am 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I will be able to take some of the classes online and will hopefully be able to take night classes for the others that require me to actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;attend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. And what is it that I am going to school for? The plan as of right now is Dental Hygiene. When the idea was first presented it just made sense and in my head I thought well why not? So I'm going for it. I feel that this is what I need to be doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Life Change #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;MOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I love my Condo, but the time is approaching where I need to be elsewhere. I don't know if it will be this year, but it will definitely be in 2010. Either way it is something that I am preparing for and feel good about. My complex is quiet and I am approaching my 4 year mark and basically don't know any of my neighbors and the prospects for finding a single sane man are slim... very slim. So we're out! And hopefully when it comes time to sell my place the market will be in a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Life Change #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;There is a lot that goes with this. Some of which is pretty personal, but I believe that in order to better yourself you have to work on the mental, physical, spiritual, emotional etc... it's a group effort. So once again I'm picking myself up, dusting myself off and growing up. I'm ready to be who I want to be and who I know I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have had a plethora of emotions as this year has started. One thing I know is that I am very blessed. I have a great job, a beautiful son, incredible family and fabulous friends. It would be silly of me not to make positive changes to better all of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Most of me is really nervous, but a lot of me is really excited. I feel really good about it all and know it will only better the life I have. So here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I apologize for the GIGANTIC font at the end of this post. I have no idea why it gradually gets enormous. So Sorry**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4720044489702022966?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4720044489702022966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/grow-up-ashley.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4720044489702022966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4720044489702022966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/grow-up-ashley.html' title='Grow Up Ashley'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6164518643703162069</id><published>2009-01-05T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:54:14.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor</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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SWLgX5nFZkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6o1ZxuFYwC4/s1600-h/jason.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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SWLgX5nFZkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6o1ZxuFYwC4/s320/jason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288035613692749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new season of The Bachelor is upon us and I was excited until I watched it tonight. Are you kidding me? Where did they get these girls? One girl had to keep saying she wasn't a stalker, she knew EVERYTHING about him. I'm sorry but if you have to keep clarifying that you aren't a stalker, um sweetheart you may just be a stalker. The only thing that I'm really excited about is Deanna is going to grace us with her constant eye blinking presence. Should shake things up a bit and add a bit of interest to this season. But isn't he cute?&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/3807988994000635801-6164518643703162069?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6164518643703162069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/bachelor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6164518643703162069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6164518643703162069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SWLgX5nFZkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6o1ZxuFYwC4/s72-c/jason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8950454794534644150</id><published>2009-01-02T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:37:13.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Can Not Live Without</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This looks like fun, it's late and I have nothing better to do on a Friday night. So here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. W. S. G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8TQYv13qI/AAAAAAAAAuc/fjw6V6TxZYc/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8TQYv13qI/AAAAAAAAAuc/fjw6V6TxZYc/s320/Spring+Pictures+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286965659798199970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8TQprUJOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mGgIOfYhJb0/s1600-h/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8TQprUJOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mGgIOfYhJb0/s320/DSCF0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286965664342615266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little boy has brought so much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt; into my life. He is the love of my life. And he is definitely without a doubt the number one thing I can not live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Rest are in No Particular Order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. My Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8URR8pAGI/AAAAAAAAAus/N128SfMyKo0/s1600-h/t-mobile-white-blackberry-pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8URR8pAGI/AAAAAAAAAus/N128SfMyKo0/s320/t-mobile-white-blackberry-pearl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286966774664331362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really not all that popular, even when I leave my phone somewhere I RARELY miss a call. But I just hate that feeling that I'm missing something. Or what if I have an emergency, you know? And why I have this fancy phone? Still haven't figured it out... I guess I wanted to be trendy at the time. Can I have my money back please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. My Body Pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8V1hKVACI/AAAAAAAAAu0/m5zlbjdJbzk/s1600-h/body+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8V1hKVACI/AAAAAAAAAu0/m5zlbjdJbzk/s320/body+pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286968496735191074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although my body pillow does not look like this, I almost wish it did. Ha! But on a serious note, I have to have my body pillow. It's heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. Chocolate Covered Cinnamon Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8WcVfYIeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/l_blORisAyo/s1600-h/chocolatecinnamonbear-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8WcVfYIeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/l_blORisAyo/s320/chocolatecinnamonbear-150x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969163617149410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are delicious, hell on the figure, but delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brittney spears&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;T.I&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;christina aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;TIM MCGRAW&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;rascall flatts&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You name it, I love it. I love the way it changes my mood. In heaven I am going to be a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. Sweat Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8YSmPjHXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/2YFJg4m-t8A/s1600-h/sweat+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8YSmPjHXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/2YFJg4m-t8A/s320/sweat+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286971195338726770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love me a pair of sweat pants! I've come to realize that I most likely won't find a man wearing a sexy pair of these outside the house, so I'm working on it. I know I should stop looking like a hobo when I go out. But really I just do it in hopes someone will feel bad and toss me a 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. My Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8aIWY7CsI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ctRx0bVb4ZY/s1600-h/whole+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8aIWY7CsI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ctRx0bVb4ZY/s320/whole+office.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286973218307640002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job has been one of the biggest blessings in my life. And it's all thanks to Courtland, so thanks Court! I know it's lame to have this as something I can't live without, but I really can't. Jennifer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;and has done so much for me and Wyatt. Having him with me at work is a HUGE deal for me and I'm so lucky! And isn't my office cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8. My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't have a family picture, but trust me, we're amazing. My family means the world to me. I love being able to hang out with my family and joke around and just have fun. They have been a huge support to me and I appreciate them all so much. I don't always ask for help when I should, but I know that I can depend on them wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;en I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Ice Cold Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV_YEz-9RXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9t0F4IWUlE4/s1600-h/icecubes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV_YEz-9RXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9t0F4IWUlE4/s320/icecubes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287182064741598578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Water and it has to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;! The more ice the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10. Peace and Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV_YvXKeHAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/2v-ROS861fg/s1600-h/lavender-eye-mask-s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV_YvXKeHAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/2v-ROS861fg/s320/lavender-eye-mask-s2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287182795739634690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the time I have to myself, which isn't much. But I do love it! Without my time alone I would be crazier than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I started this last night and just finished it today. It was fun, but harder than I expected. I guess I need to look for more things that bring Joy to my life! I'm pretty boring. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8950454794534644150?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8950454794534644150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-things-i-can-not-live-without.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8950454794534644150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8950454794534644150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-things-i-can-not-live-without.html' title='10 Things I Can Not Live Without'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SV8TQYv13qI/AAAAAAAAAuc/fjw6V6TxZYc/s72-c/Spring+Pictures+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2560006076794350874</id><published>2008-12-30T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:02:27.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love bedtime with Wyatt. He is so good about going down and has been since day 1. Most nights once I get his bottle warmed up he runs for his room and tries to climb in his bed. It really is so cute. I'm grateful that bedtime is hardly ever a struggle and it makes my life a lot easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt's 4 B's of bedtime:&lt;br /&gt;Bottle... check&lt;br /&gt;Bear... check&lt;br /&gt;Binky... check&lt;br /&gt;Blankey... check&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVr7tUMpl6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/nU-pW_L0b10/s1600-h/DSCF0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVr7tUMpl6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/nU-pW_L0b10/s320/DSCF0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813868607149986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3807988994000635801-2560006076794350874?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2560006076794350874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/bedtime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2560006076794350874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2560006076794350874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVr7tUMpl6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/nU-pW_L0b10/s72-c/DSCF0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2028686889750374330</id><published>2008-12-28T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:17:03.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures...</title><content type='html'>We had a really good Christmas this year, minus a few being sick. It was fun to be with family and a little part of me was glad for all this snow. Although it made it a impossible to get to the Warner's when none of the roads were plowed! Were they on strike or something? I love when it snows around Christmas, to me they should always go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a camera for Christmas but of course didn't get a memory card. I figured that it would just come with it! And you would think the guy helping me would mention I would need one. But oh well! So pictures from Christmas will have to wait until I get them from Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt loved his toys and it was so fun watching him open them all. He made the cutest face and would gasp in surprise! So that made it fun. He likes his trike and can almost use the pedals, he's just a tad too short. Grandma Susie bought him a guitar that he just loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAvhfIXnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qyKXcViHTe4/s1600-h/December+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAvhfIXnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qyKXcViHTe4/s320/December+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285045347906248306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAwCZ_htI/AAAAAAAAAuM/C31t9-n9a3o/s1600-h/December+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAwCZ_htI/AAAAAAAAAuM/C31t9-n9a3o/s320/December+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285045356743067346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAwKLPeqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cYmj_JKZQvk/s1600-h/December+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAwKLPeqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cYmj_JKZQvk/s320/December+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285045358828681890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAv50zSII/AAAAAAAAAt8/vvAttMCHS-g/s1600-h/December+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAv50zSII/AAAAAAAAAt8/vvAttMCHS-g/s320/December+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285045354439592066" 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/3807988994000635801-2028686889750374330?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2028686889750374330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2028686889750374330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2028686889750374330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-pictures.html' title='A few pictures...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SVhAvhfIXnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qyKXcViHTe4/s72-c/December+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-702689414517857811</id><published>2008-12-22T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:23:04.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Wyatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley hangs up the phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: "Who is that"&lt;br /&gt;A: "That was Jenn"&lt;br /&gt;W: "Oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt has decided to start talking in phrases, none of this one word at a time crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's great!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SU-9iGtD6CI/AAAAAAAAAtE/BMNntg69O1g/s1600-h/handsome+wy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SU-9iGtD6CI/AAAAAAAAAtE/BMNntg69O1g/s320/handsome+wy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282649281541695522" 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/3807988994000635801-702689414517857811?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/702689414517857811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/conversation-with-wyatt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/702689414517857811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/702689414517857811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/conversation-with-wyatt.html' title='Conversation with Wyatt'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SU-9iGtD6CI/AAAAAAAAAtE/BMNntg69O1g/s72-c/handsome+wy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5982530718316903114</id><published>2008-12-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a crush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Dr Drew Pinsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUsmqQ6-JcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/frXcKyctzHA/s1600-h/drew_pinsky.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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUsmqQ6-JcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/frXcKyctzHA/s320/drew_pinsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281357495560709570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love watching Celebrity Rehab... not just because of Dr Drew, but he's the reason I started. Tonight was the season finale and I am scared for these addicts. What a scary thing! They are going to have a Celebrity Rehab presents Sober Living and they have showed clips and most have already relapsed, yikes. So you know I'll be watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really... look at Dr Drew, he's good looking!&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/3807988994000635801-5982530718316903114?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5982530718316903114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-crush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5982530718316903114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5982530718316903114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-crush.html' title='I have a crush...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUsmqQ6-JcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/frXcKyctzHA/s72-c/drew_pinsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5187350984521784776</id><published>2008-12-12T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>help please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Torn!!&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUNcW064psI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CrCK4kw-kh0/s1600-h/0004238595646_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUNcW064psI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CrCK4kw-kh0/s320/0004238595646_215X215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279164735440856770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Features: Blinking Turn Signals, Radio, Horn, Steering Wheel and removable Gas Cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUNcXXf-JrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fGH_D0lFYi8/s1600-h/0004238595699_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUNcXXf-JrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fGH_D0lFYi8/s320/0004238595699_215X215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279164744723211954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trike Features: Blinking Turn Signal, Radio, Horn and Storage under the Seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do, they both are so dang cute. He would love them both.. but which to choose from. Will he out grow the car before the trike? I just don't know... Help!?&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/3807988994000635801-5187350984521784776?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5187350984521784776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-please.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5187350984521784776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5187350984521784776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-please.html' title='help please!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUNcW064psI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CrCK4kw-kh0/s72-c/0004238595646_215X215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2627111985955398169</id><published>2008-12-11T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it stop?</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that I am SO over this week! I was hoping to avoid this all together, but I guess it just can't be done. Wyatt has been sick all week and I feel like I have done 5 MILLION loads of laundry. Between the barf and the poop and trying to get some work done, of course I had to get my dose of barfing in as well. I was hoping that we were in the clear with Wyatt today. He hadn't thrown up for over 24 hours and I was feeling pretty good about things... but I was wrong. I guess I can be grateful that it was on my kitchen floor and not on the carpet anywhere right? Much easier to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that this week with work hasn't been very busy and I've been able to get things done in between laundry and such. I just hope we get over this soon and that Wyatt starts feeling better. It's so sad when they don't really understand what's wrong. But life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note! I can't believe Christmas is almost here. Last weekend Wyatt and I went to a birthday for his little buddy Enzo. Wyatt was completely in love with Enzo's Radio Flyer Sport Coupe! He played with it for probably about 45 minutes. At one point he came out of the room and when I asked him if he wanted one of those for Christmas he said "I like that" and walked back in to play with it again. I'm not joking either, I had a witness! So I think that Wyatt needs one of these for Christmas, they are so cute! It has a little horn, turn signals and a radio that plays cute little songs. It's going to be a fun Christmas morning for Wy guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUHc8YWvWQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DdsCsvZQraI/s1600-h/74W_Hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUHc8YWvWQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DdsCsvZQraI/s320/74W_Hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278743168143022338" 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/3807988994000635801-2627111985955398169?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2627111985955398169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-will-it-stop.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2627111985955398169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2627111985955398169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-will-it-stop.html' title='When will it stop?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SUHc8YWvWQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DdsCsvZQraI/s72-c/74W_Hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-3978738302456282748</id><published>2008-11-21T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SSexyjFaQZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_SYgX9MC1zs/s1600-h/25+years+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SSexyjFaQZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_SYgX9MC1zs/s320/25+years+old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271377370829963666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is sort of a self dedication to well... me. This past week was my birthday. Not only was it my birthday but my 25th! What?! I'm not really sure where all this time went. It feels like last week I was sluffing all of my high school education and livin it up with my friends! And now I have a career, a home and a out of control adorable little boy! I never really felt like I was getting older until I realized that I've hit 25, it's a weird feeling! But I'm excited to see what this new year brings! Go me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for helping me celebrate! It's been a fun time. Thanks mom for helping me out so much this past week and for watching Wyatt. A night away has been a great gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-3978738302456282748?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3978738302456282748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/25.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3978738302456282748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/3978738302456282748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SSexyjFaQZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_SYgX9MC1zs/s72-c/25+years+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-344586895106086776</id><published>2008-11-11T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnie2tMIxI/AAAAAAAAArs/AcYK0nbeuu0/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnie2tMIxI/AAAAAAAAArs/AcYK0nbeuu0/s320/Spring+Pictures+342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267490258895512338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRniedjT8oI/AAAAAAAAArk/ymBS4DWKt8Y/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRniedjT8oI/AAAAAAAAArk/ymBS4DWKt8Y/s320/Spring+Pictures+351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267490252143194754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnieBTBZPI/AAAAAAAAArc/Z6Uo5dPVI_w/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnieBTBZPI/AAAAAAAAArc/Z6Uo5dPVI_w/s320/Spring+Pictures+362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267490244558677234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnidhDBrBI/AAAAAAAAArU/85Dq5HhJ-Pw/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnidhDBrBI/AAAAAAAAArU/85Dq5HhJ-Pw/s320/Spring+Pictures+366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267490235901651986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnideQEkqI/AAAAAAAAArM/YmRZ0jaaVns/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnfqvzRILI/AAAAAAAAAq8/GZl2A1kqaOc/s320/Spring+Pictures+422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267487164665503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnfp50GeOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/HwBmldg6pNA/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+426.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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnfp50GeOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/HwBmldg6pNA/s320/Spring+Pictures+426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267487150173485282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnfo6VGxYI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QVY1U70TMLo/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+441.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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnfo6VGxYI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QVY1U70TMLo/s320/Spring+Pictures+441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267487133132047746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnfn6qg_rI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VB6PMO_pa8s/s1600-h/Spring+Pictures+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnfn6qg_rI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VB6PMO_pa8s/s320/Spring+Pictures+457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267487116041977522" 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/3807988994000635801-344586895106086776?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/344586895106086776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/handsome.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/344586895106086776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/344586895106086776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/handsome.html' title='Handsome'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SRnie2tMIxI/AAAAAAAAArs/AcYK0nbeuu0/s72-c/Spring+Pictures+342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6862798211150863299</id><published>2008-11-03T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about muah!</title><content type='html'>Kristen tagged me, enjoy Amy! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 random things I love about my husband:&lt;br /&gt;1. He is super sexy and tall and really nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. He treats me like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;3. He is a great cook.&lt;br /&gt;4. He thinks I am just the best.&lt;br /&gt;(They are on the wish list, so what the hell right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Willow Creek Country Club Snack Bar Hottie (this job was totally fetch!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Limited Too&lt;br /&gt;3. Motherhood Maternity&lt;br /&gt;4. Real Estate Assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies I have watched more than once:&lt;br /&gt;1. Juno (And I cry every time)&lt;br /&gt;2. Tommy Boy&lt;br /&gt;3. Shrek the Third&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Hills! Yup you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dr 90210&lt;br /&gt;3. The Office&lt;br /&gt;4. Samantha Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I have been and loved:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Beach&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;This list is pathetic. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. French Toast with syrup and powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mint Chocolate Cookie Ice cream - Ben and Jerry do it right!&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot Tamales&lt;br /&gt;4. Mexican food.. love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I would like to visit:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. Greece&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris&lt;br /&gt;4. Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I am looking forward to in the coming year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finding the perfect husband as listed above.&lt;br /&gt;2. A new car.&lt;br /&gt;3. New furniture&lt;br /&gt;4. Another year to watch Wyatt grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Kylie... get on it girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-6862798211150863299?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6862798211150863299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-about-muah.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6862798211150863299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6862798211150863299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-about-muah.html' title='all about muah!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1622566337157199615</id><published>2008-10-30T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son is playing with tampons. He needs a dad pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SQoMPTLT92I/AAAAAAAAAqc/5DXPXIkASZk/s1600-h/tampons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SQoMPTLT92I/AAAAAAAAAqc/5DXPXIkASZk/s320/tampons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263032571521136482" border="0" /&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/3807988994000635801-1622566337157199615?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1622566337157199615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-dear.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1622566337157199615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1622566337157199615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SQoMPTLT92I/AAAAAAAAAqc/5DXPXIkASZk/s72-c/tampons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-2760253646176839939</id><published>2008-10-27T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I am too judgmental of a person. I too have my days where I shamelessly run errands not looking 100%. And I'm sure people think too themselves "She wouldn't be half bad if she put on something other than sweats". But sometimes that's just the way I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to get a rice bowl for Wyatt. He has been WAY picky lately and he has always seemed to like them. And I was right, he practically ate the whole thing. Which is improvement as far as meals go. Moving on... I walked in to the restaurant and a woman was standing there sorta dancing to the music and looking at the daily specials on the board. She was pretty plain and low and behold in sweats, no biggie right. She proceeds to tell me that she is waiting for her daughter and to go ahead in front of her. I walk up to get in line and immediately am bombarded by these two scraggly kids ( I say kids but they were probably like 14 and 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;). The boy is absolutely thrilled with Wyatt and they both are telling me how cute he is, asking how old he is and trying to get him to say hi. They were completely in my bubble which made me a little nervous. Now with them being so close in proximity I noticed that they were kinda dirty and their hair was REALLY greasy. And then all of a sudden I was surrounded by this family, all five of them. The woman dancing was their mother, the "daughter" she was waiting for was 20 months old and was brought in by another scraggly son who sported some sort of mullet/rat tail combo. Who waits for a toddler? It was just all really weird. The little girl was the dirtiest. I don't know that anyone had washed her face off in awhile and her hair was pretty ratty. The oldest son was telling me how she had this beautiful curly hair and "in fact it is so curly you can hardly comb through it"(obviously) and at this point he was way beyond my bubble and seemed to be completely thrilled to be having a conversation with me about Wyatt and his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say even though the mother told me to go ahead because she was waiting on her toddler to get out of the car, they still ended up in front of me. Which is fine really, I didn't mind. And the funniest thing is the mother pulls out this nice new blackberry phone and then they all go out and get in their brand new van. I guess even if the family had showered in the last 72 hours and sported the latest fashions it still would have been odd. I was completely surrounded and my bubble was compromised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find some people interesting, and I'm sure some have said the same about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-2760253646176839939?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2760253646176839939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2760253646176839939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/2760253646176839939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-people.html' title='Some people.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-1750345419227521022</id><published>2008-10-25T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>Wyatt seems to be growing to fast. I see little babies and wonder where the last year and a half has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SQQOGs6CK2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/fCSkwOSi6x0/s1600-h/IMG00574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SQQOGs6CK2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/fCSkwOSi6x0/s320/IMG00574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261345772972157794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of the things Wyatt does that I love.&lt;br /&gt;1. Signs milk, more, eat, doggy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Climbs up and now down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dances to ANY music he hears.&lt;br /&gt;4. Throws anything and everything in the tub, and now even the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;5. He loves to play "hide n seek"&lt;br /&gt;6. He has a love for cats; which is not from me; too bad they don't love him back! He's faced a few swats and scratches, but he's tough.&lt;br /&gt;7. He can now open doors if they have the right kind of handle. (Not sure I love this one just yet)&lt;br /&gt;8. Plays with his cousin Charlotte, they are complete maniacs together.&lt;br /&gt;9. Always has to give my friends husband hugs. His face lights up when he comes in the room. (Thanks Shaun for being so awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Pretends to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;11. When he fake cries he makes a face like Popeye.&lt;br /&gt;12. He has to run everywhere, walking is for sissy's.&lt;br /&gt;13. Laughs at himself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;14. The second I start taking off his clothes he struggles to get away and makes a break for the bathroom. He can't get enough of tub time.&lt;br /&gt;15. He makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best little buddy ever. I am so grateful that he is in my life. He has changed me in more ways that I can even begin to explain. As hard as some days get, I would not change anything. There are people that would love to have what I have and I need to remember to be grateful for every tantrum, tear and everything he throws my way... literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Wyatt S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-1750345419227521022?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1750345419227521022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/grateful.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1750345419227521022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/1750345419227521022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SQQOGs6CK2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/fCSkwOSi6x0/s72-c/IMG00574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-8141217073799530561</id><published>2008-10-08T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been hit</title><content type='html'>Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ash&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweets&lt;br /&gt;3. Smashly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Restaurants I love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Outback Steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;2. Olive Garden       &lt;br /&gt;3. Chili's - For the chips and salsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three trips to plan on this year:&lt;br /&gt;(Me? Get a Vacay?)&lt;br /&gt;1. Glenwood - Done!&lt;br /&gt;2. St George/Vegas/Mesquite -Done!&lt;br /&gt;3. Your moms house.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want badly:&lt;br /&gt;1. I would love a husband. &lt;br /&gt;2. A new car, no one I know still drives the same car they got in high school. no one!&lt;br /&gt;3. Couches for my family room. I want to kiss that futon goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three pets you have/had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rory - Cute yet stupid cocker spanial (Don't tell Peter I said he was stupid)&lt;br /&gt;2. Trigger - My Rotweiler/Great Dane mix. *Tears up*&lt;br /&gt;3. Buddy - Technically PETER bought him, but I took care of him up until the day I had Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Showered  &lt;br /&gt;2. Sat at work all day long in a funk, it seems to be the mood lately.&lt;br /&gt;3. Took Wyatt to his first birthday party for Jackson. Good thing those Davis' have a million grandkids. Wyatt loved playing with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Orange and it was the most delish one ever!&lt;br /&gt;2. Steak&lt;br /&gt;3. Cucumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three fears I have:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cotton. Yes I said cotton.&lt;br /&gt;2. Family dying.            &lt;br /&gt;3. Chad showing up at our doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I plan/planned on doing today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Work... check!&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a walk after work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read books with Wyatt before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I plan on doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;(I usually don't think this far ahead)&lt;br /&gt;1. Work&lt;br /&gt;2. Hopefully get my horrid eyebrows waxed!&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a hot relaxing shower... which I might do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three favorite holiday's:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanksgiving! I love going to grandma's and having leftovers with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas - We eat lots of really yummy fancy food!&lt;br /&gt;3. Halloween is another fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cold Cold Cold Water with lots of ice!&lt;br /&gt;2. Lemon Water ?&lt;br /&gt;3. Vanilla Dr Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three thing I can't live without:&lt;br /&gt;1. A comfy bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag... whoever is inclined to waste a little time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-8141217073799530561?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8141217073799530561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-been-hit.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8141217073799530561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/8141217073799530561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-been-hit.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve been hit'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-9093593142906193615</id><published>2008-10-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:09.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUW-VZIyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rHxr8u264RQ/s1600-h/IMG00547+00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUW-VZIyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rHxr8u264RQ/s320/IMG00547+00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254245406436041506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUW2gqyuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/w98048Gki-k/s1600-h/IMG00546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUW2gqyuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/w98048Gki-k/s320/IMG00546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254245404335852258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUXde9nVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Y3kZns1o1nM/s1600-h/IMG00545+00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUXde9nVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Y3kZns1o1nM/s320/IMG00545+00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254245414797679954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUXY3s6cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/J4kI3tX8mdg/s1600-h/IMG00544+00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUXY3s6cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/J4kI3tX8mdg/s320/IMG00544+00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254245413559265730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUkpjoaqI/AAAAAAAAAek/_jdDUROWWgE/s1600-h/IMG00532+00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUkpjoaqI/AAAAAAAAAek/_jdDUROWWgE/s320/IMG00532+00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254245641376787106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUXQINGhI/AAAAAAAAAec/eVRfCkJjsss/s1600-h/IMG00531+00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUXQINGhI/AAAAAAAAAec/eVRfCkJjsss/s320/IMG00531+00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254245411212565010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I bought Wyatt some letters to play with in the tub, hoping to distract himself with things such as... himself. And he LOVES them! So much so that he just can't wait to get in the tub to play with them. I caught this silly one trying to get into the tub one day to play with them. I tried to distract him with other toys, but finally gave in and just stuck him in the tub. He loves it. And yes, he is wearing one shoe and one slipper, it's just how we do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-9093593142906193615?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9093593142906193615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-love.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/9093593142906193615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/9093593142906193615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-love.html' title='New Love'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SOrUW-VZIyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rHxr8u264RQ/s72-c/IMG00547+00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-7080899625466396564</id><published>2008-09-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3qxfaq10I/AAAAAAAAAdU/kCb-qoBRuSg/s1600-h/IMG00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3qxfaq10I/AAAAAAAAAdU/kCb-qoBRuSg/s320/IMG00299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246107276924344130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3wlTdm1YI/AAAAAAAAAd0/D-HLCCnAO9c/s1600-h/IMG00313+00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3wlTdm1YI/AAAAAAAAAd0/D-HLCCnAO9c/s320/IMG00313+00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246113664626775426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3qxhtkhrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/H-RXMBuCo7M/s1600-h/Stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3qxhtkhrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/H-RXMBuCo7M/s320/Stick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246107277540492978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3qxtyd9jI/AAAAAAAAAdk/egktayOTBg4/s1600-h/Walking+Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3pdaNNIhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lduVu-1j_68/s320/TubeSlide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246105832416682514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3pqQCqAUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZVlB5hewVEY/s1600-h/TubeSlide3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3pqQCqAUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZVlB5hewVEY/s320/TubeSlide3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246106053026382146" 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/3807988994000635801-7080899625466396564?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7080899625466396564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/14-months.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7080899625466396564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/7080899625466396564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/14-months.html' title='14 Months'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SM3qxfaq10I/AAAAAAAAAdU/kCb-qoBRuSg/s72-c/IMG00299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-580376978405268180</id><published>2008-09-11T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music... cleanses my spirit and frees my soul.</title><content type='html'>Confession: I love hip hop. Not for the crappy repetitive lyrics, but for the beat. Part of me feels that I was supposed to be a black back up dancer. I envy the girls on "So you think you can dance" and I am in awe of their dance skills. There is something about the beat that gets even the cells in my body jumping. Tonight I danced... all around my house, turned the music up and did my thing. I danced around, laughed at myself and felt totally fine. I think I might do it every night. Some of my favs (not all are hip hop): Justin Timberlake (duh!), Missy Elliot, Eve, Britney Spears, Kevin Rudolf, Keyshia Cole, Rihanna, Ying Yang Twins... among many more. Anything that gets my head bobbing! Some of my favorite memories were making up dances in Linnea's family room to Britney Spears, driving around in Kylie's car blasting and dancing to Britney (see a pattern) or dancing with the girls at the club. We always had so much fun! But life changes, however my not so secret love of dancing and hip hop music will most likely stay the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/" width="423" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3Fvid%3D10077&amp;allowFullScreen=true" allowFullScreen="true" base="." allowScriptAccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#212121; margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="margin:0; padding:0; list-style:none line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/index.jhtml" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/news/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Celebrity News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-580376978405268180?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/580376978405268180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-cleanses-my-spirit-and-frees-my.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/580376978405268180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/580376978405268180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-cleanses-my-spirit-and-frees-my.html' title='Music... cleanses my spirit and frees my soul.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4484564045220931465</id><published>2008-09-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew!!!</title><content type='html'>When I got home from work today I put a box of garbage on my patio so that after I had dinner and did the bedtime routine with Wyatt I could walk it to the dumpster. So I go outside on the patio, pick up the box and set it over on the steps, look up and BAM! Right there on the wall. Is this not the ugliest thing in America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMiUd9kjflI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fAl7V7O0BzM/s1600-h/my+spider+friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMiUd9kjflI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fAl7V7O0BzM/s320/my+spider+friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244605008537943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMiUeJa3fTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DE63GGkp-rw/s1600-h/my+spider+friend1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMiUeJa3fTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DE63GGkp-rw/s320/my+spider+friend1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244605011718536498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, these pictures don't even do the damn thing justice. Pardon me. But I am beyond freaked out at this point. I found some ant and cockroach RAID in my closet and I went to town!! He is now in a pool of Raid out on my patio. EW! I'm so creeped out. I keep shaking my hair and I'm all itchy now. I hate this feeling. Anyway... Jenn thinks that it could be a HOBO spider... so i did a little googling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMiWgTl9_pI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eNBTn4IvXmw/s1600-h/hobo2large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMiWgTl9_pI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eNBTn4IvXmw/s320/hobo2large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244607247832448658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's definitely a possible match! YIKES! Glad he's dead. Thanks for the encouragement Jenn and Linds. Not sure I could have killed him with out your text message support! BLAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4484564045220931465?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4484564045220931465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/ew.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4484564045220931465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4484564045220931465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/ew.html' title='Ew!!!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMiUd9kjflI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fAl7V7O0BzM/s72-c/my+spider+friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-6487705927826228815</id><published>2008-09-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time.</title><content type='html'>I feel like Wyatt's room is going to be a project for the rest of my life. It has been painted now for a few months and I've been searching for the right cowboy bedding. With absolutely no luck. I found the cutest sheets at Target that are for a full bed, and after much debating and searching, I decided to get them and make them work. I mean look how cute they are!&lt;br /&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMSnqB4Z92I/AAAAAAAAAb0/zA7jGjW4-5I/s1600-h/cowboy+bedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMSnqB4Z92I/AAAAAAAAAb0/zA7jGjW4-5I/s320/cowboy+bedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243500206667462498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am going to go to the fabric store to find some cute red fabric to make a sort of slip cover for the bumper that I have already. So I'm pretty excited and am hoping it all turns out way cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are new in Wyatt's world! He has started to sign "milk" and what I believe is "dirty". It's really fun to watch him grow and learn. These little ones are so smart and know exactly what's going on. It amazes me. He has learned that he gets in trouble when he climbs up on the coffee table, so it wasn't long before he made his way onto the couch. He loves to point at you when he talks to you, as if he's making some big important speech! He loves when you hide around a corner and yell "boo" at him and we can thank Jenn for that one. He thinks it's so funny and it's a game they play when she comes over to hang out. He also ADORES Shaun, Jenn's husband! They are the best of buddies. And Wyatt doesn't really just walk anywhere now... he runs! He's a speedy little thing and thankfully good on his feet, we haven't had any major accidents since he started walking at 9 1/2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is new in my world. My life is consumed of mostly Wyatt, work, a little bit of family and some friends when I get the time. But things are good. I've had one of those "self discovering" moments.. well months really, and it ain't pretty! Don't you hate that? Anyway, I'm excited to get things started and hopefully focus more on myself. Which from what people keep telling me, I completely deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-6487705927826228815?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6487705927826228815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-step-at-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6487705927826228815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/6487705927826228815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-step-at-time.html' title='One step at a time.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SMSnqB4Z92I/AAAAAAAAAb0/zA7jGjW4-5I/s72-c/cowboy+bedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-5180835960174830456</id><published>2008-08-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's favorite little guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy1YsiE9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/dNDU26LkRfQ/s1600-h/picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy1YsiE9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/dNDU26LkRfQ/s320/picnic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238164471840642002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy1jyz7eI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8mhtSQgfJls/s1600-h/picnic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy1jyz7eI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8mhtSQgfJls/s320/picnic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238164474819767778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy12Yc3uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qGQmxkQieJs/s1600-h/headless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy12Yc3uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qGQmxkQieJs/s320/headless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238164479809478370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy1gpaMGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/dyjhD-suHTw/s1600-h/walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy1gpaMGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/dyjhD-suHTw/s320/walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238164473975025762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Wyatt and I went to the park for a picnic. It wasn't too hot in the shade and it was nice to be out! In the picture where he is standing between the trees he looks like a headless baby... His head blends into the tree. It's totally creepy, but I thought I should share anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGxx2wPnEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/E97gtqNvetk/s1600-h/shrek+coma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGxx2wPnEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/E97gtqNvetk/s320/shrek+coma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238163311678168130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGxyItEtYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bTol6FaKCp4/s1600-h/shrek+coma+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGxyItEtYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bTol6FaKCp4/s320/shrek+coma+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238163316496708994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a picture of his cute new haircut somehow when he wasn't running all over the place, so in his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shrek the Third&lt;/span&gt; induced coma I was able to get a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGwtfqyiMI/AAAAAAAAAag/90aOx-kcKJY/s1600-h/getting+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGwtfqyiMI/AAAAAAAAAag/90aOx-kcKJY/s320/getting+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238162137250171074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGwtcZNzHI/AAAAAAAAAao/U8n_xRm-aj8/s1600-h/New+trick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGwtcZNzHI/AAAAAAAAAao/U8n_xRm-aj8/s320/New+trick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238162136371154034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wyatt's fun new trick! CLIMBING! Look away grandma. I knew this day would come sooner or later. So all day today we've played "get on the table and you go to your crib". It makes him pretty dang mad and he knows that he needs to be quiet about it too. I will turn my head for two seconds, turn around, and he's already standing up there. So we might be putting the coffee table away again if I can't break the habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-5180835960174830456?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5180835960174830456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-favorite-little-guy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5180835960174830456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/5180835960174830456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-favorite-little-guy.html' title='Everyone&amp;#39;s favorite little guy!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SLGy1YsiE9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/dNDU26LkRfQ/s72-c/picnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-254394482328666859</id><published>2008-08-22T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter how &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; you try to change someone, they never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/love/hockeyislove89/LOVE.jpg?o=198" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i526.photobucket.com/albums/cc349/hockeyislove89/LOVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;letting go of your first &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; will always be the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;knowing your first &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; wasn't what you thought is like a slap in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just because you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someone doesn't mean you're supposed to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dream/JessLikeMe/dream.jpg?o=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/imagine/ohh_its_anne/quotes%20and%20words/cursive.jpg?o=47" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm275/ohh_its_anne/quotes%20and%20words/cursive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bringing a life into this world is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and scary as hell all at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;waking up in the morning is so much sweeter when you have a little one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; is okay and most of the time much needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dream/JessLikeMe/dream.jpg?o=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p164/JessLikeMe/dream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;not everyone will believe what you have to say, and that's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;finding yourself will be a life long venture, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;finding someone to be with will probably be a venture as well, but well worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't give up on who you are and the things you stand for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/inspire/nwshortsugar09/inspire.jpg?o=26" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q137/nwshortsugar09/inspire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just because you don't agree with someone's views, doesn't mean you can't &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't try to be someone you're not, it always gets you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ice cream is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good and cures everything... for the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you don't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; forgive someone from your heart, you'll never truely let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone is here to live their &lt;u&gt;own&lt;/u&gt; life... so let them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/live/gummybears27/live-1.jpg?o=30" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e276/gummybears27/live-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone has their own opinion, doesn't mean it &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;needs to be shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the creator of your own world....create wisely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-254394482328666859?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/254394482328666859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/pondering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/254394482328666859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/254394482328666859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/pondering.html' title='pondering.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm275/ohh_its_anne/quotes%20and%20words/th_cursive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-4205144388217111750</id><published>2008-08-19T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spirit found.</title><content type='html'>We are back from our little vacay! It was so much fun to be with friends and away from work! I wish that we could have spent more time by the pool, but all in all it was great. I learned how ugly Vegas is, that the restaurant Buffalo's should be non-existent, and was reminded of how much I really do not like being in long car rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt with mommy's shades on, which later exploded in the car due to extreme temperatures. No joke!&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8OtSu_WI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/98hBX41MLG8/s1600-h/wyatt+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8OtSu_WI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/98hBX41MLG8/s320/wyatt+glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236415583866518882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hating the car, I get so restless!&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8YRq4IEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KXX7sx6JNyg/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8YRq4IEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KXX7sx6JNyg/s320/tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236415748250280002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are here!! Wyatt is trying his hardest to get away from me, but I got the pic!&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/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8Ouam_WI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8Q17kX4CPPs/s1600-h/me+and+wy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8Ouam_WI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8Q17kX4CPPs/s320/me+and+wy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236415584167984482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the cutest hat in Walmart (It's all they have out there!!) And I had a heck of a time trying to get him to wear it the whole time. I wasn't going to let that dollar go to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8O3GNjrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3QqLwmRLID8/s1600-h/walmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8O3GNjrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3QqLwmRLID8/s320/walmart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236415586498350770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyatt by the awesome pool. It was about nap time, but he was such a champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8PW3XcmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_qz5u8JKGTk/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8PW3XcmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_qz5u8JKGTk/s320/pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236415595026018914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that we didn't get any pictures of Jackson and Wyatt together. Wyatt just loves Jackson! But I think he pushed the boundaries a little with his cute buddy. He liked to give hugs and then body slam him. So most of the time Jackson was trying to avoid the craziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the time away that I had and such a fun time with friends. Hopefully I will get more of these trips in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Wyatt has also had his first haircut. He looks so dang cute! I was a little hesitant to cut it at first, but it was getting out of control. I will have to document pictures of that AND his birthday a month ago! So stay tuned =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-4205144388217111750?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4205144388217111750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-found.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4205144388217111750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/4205144388217111750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-found.html' title='spirit found.'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SKt8OtSu_WI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/98hBX41MLG8/s72-c/wyatt+glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-744635218768488409</id><published>2008-08-13T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off!</title><content type='html'>Finally the day has come when I will get SOME sort of break from life. We are headed to chill by the pool in Mesquite, do a little shopping in Vegas and if we're lucky some In-n-Out on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not even begin to tell you how much I need to just get away right now. I am what my boss likes to call "Spiritless". I'm hoping that a little vacay will help me to recapture my spirit! For the past two weeks I haven't slept. Usually right around 2am is when I finally fall asleep, and it's kicked me in the butt big time! I am exhausted right now which is probably a good thing. Which means that I'll most likely get to sleep before midnight! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have purchased a new phone. HALLELUJAH! So for those of you who do call me, it will be crystal clear from here on out. Today while on my way to work I was chatting away with my boss (or trying to) when she stopped me and said "I just can't handle it anymore". We both laughed and ended our conversation. Apparently it was really bad. So problem solved, got home from work and there it sat on my door step! I was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is doing well. He has turned into quite the stubborn little fellow. But I'm holding strong and I'm going to break him of his bratty self. Weekends seem to be pretty hard for the both of us, our schedules are all messed up and we argue with one another. Is arguing with a one year old even possible? Because we do. I think we just need to be outside more and not cooped up. Although I love spending a saturday or sunday on the couch, I am a mother of a one year old and I need to learn to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone have a glorious weekend. I know I will poolside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-744635218768488409?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/744635218768488409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-we-off.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/744635218768488409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/744635218768488409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-we-off.html' title='And we&amp;#39;re off!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807988994000635801.post-774971373163467763</id><published>2008-08-01T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:10.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things are looking up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am sitting here trying to figure out where July went. Honestly I can't believe it is already AUGUST! On the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Wyatt and I went up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Millcreek&lt;/span&gt; canyon with Jenn and Shaun to roast hot dogs and have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;! It was so pretty up there and we had a good time. Wyatt would only eat his hot dog pieces if they were covered in mustard. He's a smart boy! Below is a picture of his mustard/chocolate coated face. I don't think he was too thrilled about being stuck in the play pen and his seat the whole night, but I wasn't taking any chances! He's all over the place and I didn't want to have any major accidents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SJPlv_4K3HI/AAAAAAAAAZw/M9py_qkRIzA/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SJPlv_4K3HI/AAAAAAAAAZw/M9py_qkRIzA/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776205070916722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I went to watch Andrea's kids while she and Steve went to dinner. They were so fun to be with, I just love them. We were outside doing the swing and Andrew wanted a turn. Ella was hesitant about giving up her time in the swing until I told her that if we can't share the swing then no one will get a treat. I went to push her one more time and she grabbed my hands and said "Now let me think about this for a minute" It was so cute, she decided that the right thing to do was to give Andrew his turn AND to get a treat obviously. But it spared major drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get Wyatt to wear his hat for about 5 minutes! It's a record so far. He's such a little stud. The new things that I love about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wyatt&lt;/span&gt; are 1) He gives kisses now! He held out for a long time, but finally gave in! 2) He is all about giving his momma hugs 3) His talking! He raises his hand up in the air kinda like he's giving a lesson or something. It's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SJPlnZV_3uI/AAAAAAAAAZo/M_ToXM9d5L0/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SJPlnZV_3uI/AAAAAAAAAZo/M_ToXM9d5L0/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776057288089314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been working really hard to not give in to Wyatt so much. He is SUCH a momma's boy. I didn't realize how bad it really was! The more that I stop and think about whether or not he REALLY needs me, the more I realize how tight this kid has me around his finger! It's amazing really. At work he watches my every move. For a few days my boss and I had a routine with him. I would basically ignore him unless we were having lunch or I was putting him down for a nap. If he would cry or fuss, she would go over and see what was wrong. 98% of the time he would stop fussing and continue to play. The other 2% of the time he was hungry or tired. It has been amazing to see the change in such a small time. It's definitely something we are still working on. Now he screams at the top of his lungs if I ignore his whines, and after a few minutes of screaming he'll stop and continue whatever he was doing. So needless to say he's doing better, and the gym day care has also improved. Each day I work out a little longer and they have yet to come and get me! So yay! He still cries a bit, but he's learning. And hopefully he's not tricking me this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3807988994000635801-774971373163467763?l=lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/774971373163467763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-looking-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/774971373163467763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3807988994000635801/posts/default/774971373163467763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofashleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-looking-up.html' title='things are looking up!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244343701616487246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkEOyXUEvkg/SJPlv_4K3HI/AAAAAAAAAZw/M9py_qkRIzA/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
